The promise curled around her heart, a vivid ray of sunlight. "In Manhattan."
"Of course." A slow, slow smile. "What kind of mansion would you like?"
Damn, but the archangel was playing with her again. The sunshine grew, filled her veins.
"Actually, I kind of like yours." She slid her arms around his neck. "Can I have it? Oh, and can I have Jeeves, too? I've always wanted a butler."
"Yes."
She blinked. "Just like that?"
"It's only a place."
"We'll make it more," she promised, her mouth to his. "We'll make it ours."
But first, she thought as a knock came on the door, they had to survive Lijuan's madness.
33
Raphael in formal clothes made Elena drool, his profile etched with perfect clarity against the night sky as they walked along the curving pathways of the Forbidden City-
following their escort to dinner. Her archangel was wearing a white shirt with black pants, but that shirt was a work of art, the fabric on either side of the wing slots embroidered in a black design that curved and flowed-without ever losing the edge that said this was the Archangel of New York.
"Sexy" was too tame a word to describe him.
And it was obvious the silken-maned vampire beauties around them thought the same.
She pinned her eyes on one who had the temerity to flutter her fan in his direction. The fan drooped.
Satisfied, she turned back to Raphael. "Jason and Aodhan?"
"They have their tasks."
Doesn't she know about Jason?
Yes.
And then they were being ushered through intricately painted doors-into a room that seemed to absorb all light, all air, crushing her ribs into her organs. Shifting the barest fraction, Raphael caught her gaze, giving her a focus, a way to fight the feeling of suffocation. It felt like hours passed, but it couldn't have been more than two seconds at most. When she turned her attention back to the room, her heart scrabbling to regain its rhythm, she found her gaze drawn to a grouping of chairs below a wall filled with butterflies, their wings forever unfurled, a single sharp pin spearing each.
"Raphael." Lijuan whispered across the room to greet them, her pupils a strange pearlescent shade, her gown a disconcertingly girlish concoction created from layers of floating gauze that swirled around her body in a haunting gray and white mist, her hair blowing off her face in a wind that Elena couldn't feel, a wind that touched neither the heavy brocade curtains, nor the exquisite tapestries on the walls.
Elena's skin pricked in primitive warning, millions of years of evolution telling her she should never, ever let herself come to the attention of the creature in front of her. Because it wasn't the room that absorbed all light. It was Lijuan. Elena's primitive hindbrain sent a bolt of panic through her when she stayed in place, telling her to run, to hide.
But, of course, it was already too late.
She watched as Raphael took Lijuan's hands in his, as he bent his head to brush his lips across that pale, perfect skin. Lijuan's eyes met hers over Raphael's shoulder, and there was nothing remotely human in them, nothing Elena could even attempt to read.
As the delicate angel drew back, those unearthly eyes returned to Raphael. "You are different."
"And you never change."
A tinkling laugh, one that shouldn't have felt so cutting against Elena's skin, as if it was made of razors crushed into glass. "Why did I not meet you when I was younger?"
"I wouldn't have held your interest then," Raphael said, turning to put one hand on Elena's lower back. "This is Elena."
"Your hunter." Lijuan's pale eyes settled on Elena, and it took every ounce of will she had not to step back, not to hide.
Because Lijuan was the horror in the closet. The one mothers scared their children with.
The one you were never actually supposed to see.
"Lady Lijuan." The formal title, learned from Jessamy, came out, sounded normal. How, Elena wasn't sure.
Lijuan's eyes went to Elena's neck. "You wear no necklace."
Elena didn't drop her gaze, though her stomach was a knot of fury. "I prefer Raphael's gift."
"A knife-such ornamentation was popular in another age." Lijuan's attention shifted, as if the necklace that had caused Elena so much pain no longer mattered. "Such beautiful wings. Will you show them to me?"
Elena didn't want to show this creature anything, but the request had been polite. She wasn't going to cause a political incident simply because Lijuan was so inhuman it defied understanding. Moving to give herself space, she spread out the wings her archangel had given her even as he gave her life. But when Lijuan raised a hand as if to touch, she snapped them back.
Raphael was already speaking. "It's not like you to break protocol."
"My apologies." Lijuan's hand dropped, but her eyes remained on the parts of Elena's wings visible around her body. "My only defense is that they're quite extraordinary."
Elena wished she could tighten her wings even further. "Thank you."
Lijuan took the acknowledgment as if it was her right. "My own, as you can see, are so very plain." She spread her wings.
They were a soft dove gray. Gentle. Utterly exquisite in their silky perfection. "Plain perhaps," Elena found herself saying, "but all the more beautiful for it."
Lijuan refolded her wings. "So honest. Is that why she intrigues you?"
Raphael answered with an implied question. "You care little for such earthly emotions."
"Ah, butyou intrigue me." Touching his hand, Lijuan gestured to her left. "I thought we could eat informally."
Elena about swallowed her tongue at that. This room might not be a dining room, but it was sumptuous beyond description, the back wall lined with mirrored panels bordered in ornate gold, the right wall hung with tapestries that surely cost in the hundreds of thousands, the front wall full of windows that looked out into the sparkling-and always elegant-revelry of the courtiers below. The left wall, the wall below which they were to sit, was where the butterflies lingered.
Moving reluctantly to stand beside a chair upholstered in a stunning jade, she couldn't help but look up at the creatures frozen forever in stasis. "There's no glass," she said almost to herself. "How do you keep them from decaying?"
Another tinkle of laughter. Her heart chilled as she realized what she'd said.
"Have you not told her my secret, Raphael?" Eyes that sparkled with girlish mischief.
Creepy.
Raphael touched his hand briefly to Elena's back. "It isn't such a secret any longer.
Favashi spoke to me about it yesterday."
"But you knew before them all." Lijuan took a seat on a chair that had been made to accommodate wings, having a central column for support, with the sides curving gracefully away. "How is the black-winged angel?"
Raphael waited for Elena to take a seat before taking one beside her. "Jason's looking forward to the ball."
The civilized conversation masked an undercurrent of danger that licked at Elena's ankles like a sentient fire. Raphael had told her that Jason had been injured by Lijuan's reborn. Now she wondered if the attack had been on purpose. A warning?
Lijuan lifted a hand and the corpse of a bright blue butterfly fell from the wall into her hand, the pin dropping soundlessly to the carpet. "And the young one? The pretty one?"
"I decided it would be best if Illium didn't join us," Raphael said without missing a beat.
"He might have proved too much of a temptation."
Dropping the butterfly onto the table, Lijuan laughed, and this time, it was darker, full of-if you could call it that-true humor. "Hmm, yes, those wings are rather magnificent." Her eyes tracked to Elena's. "As unusual as yours."
"Unfortunately," Elena said, knowing she had to stand her ground, no matter if this archangel could crush her with a single thought, "I'm not a collectable, either."
"Oh, I don't want to have your wings mounted," Lijuan said, her hair continuing to dance softly in that eerie breeze that touched nothing else. "I find you far too interesting alive."
"Lucky for me." Except she didn't think so. Leaning back in her chair, she let Raphael and Lijuan carry on the conversation. As they talked, she watched, she listened . . . and she tried to figure out why Lijuan seemed so verywrong .
Yes, her power was one that made Elena's skin crawl, but Raphael had once broken every bone in a vampire's body and left him as a caution to others. And their conversation on the plane had made it clear he was as capable of that kind of brutality today as he'd been the day she first met him.