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finger at the dashboard cassette player. "It brings tears to my eyes."

Aaron smiled. "Oh, you like it?"

"No," the angel grumbled as he shook his head. "It pains me."
"It's the Dave Matthews Band!" Aaron exclaimed, genuinely stunned.

"I don't care whose band it is," the angel growled, moving agitatedly about in the passenger seat. "It
makes my eyes water."

Annoyed, Aaron hit the eject button, and the cassette slowly emerged with a soft, mechanical whir.
"There," he said, gripping the steering wheel with both hands. "Is that better?"

The radio had come on, and the sound of Top 40 pop filled the vehicle. One of the popular boy
bands—he could never tell them apart—was singing about lost love. He glanced again at Camael to see
that the angel was still making a face.

"What's wrong now? I turned off my music."

"And I am appreciative," the angel warrior said as he gazed out the window at the scenery whipping
past. "But I find all of your so-called music to be extremely discordant. It offends my senses."

Gabriel reared up in the back and stuck his yellow-white snout between the front seats."I like the song
about Tasty Chow," the dog said.

Happy to be talking about anything that can end up in his stomach,Aaron thought as he squeezed the
steering wheel in both hands.

"How does that song go, Aaron?"the Labrador retriever asked."I've forgotten."

"I don't know, Gabriel," he said, becoming more irritated. "That's not even a real song—it's a dog food
jingle, a commercial."

"I don't care,"the dog said indignantly."1 likethat song a lot—and the commercial is good too. It'sgot
kids and puppies, and they play on swings and run and jump and then the puppies eat Tasty
Chow. ..."

Gabriel stopped mid sentence as Aaron reached out to shut off the radio, plunging the car into silence.
Great, he thought as he drove,just what I needed. Without the distraction of music, his wandering mind
had another opportunity to examine how completely insane his life had become.

Just over two weeks ago, on his eighteenth birthday, Aaron learned he was something called a
Nephilim—the child of a human mother and an angel. Aaron never knew his biological parents, having
been in foster care all his life. So when he began to exhibit rather unique abilities, like being able to speak
and understand foreign languages—human and animal—he thought that maybe he was losing his mind.

Which was exactly what he was going to do if he didn't stop thinking about this stuff. He glanced over at
the powerfully built man—no, angel—sitting in the passenger seat beside him. "So what kind of music do
you like?" he asked to break the silence.