Archangel's Legion(49)

Bristling, Elena nonetheless realized Michaela wanted an excuse to hurt her, and held her silence as Raphael spoke in a tone that could’ve drawn blood. “I judge it’ll strain your squadron to make the return journey at once, so you may remain as a guest until midnight. Any later and I’ll consider it an act of trespass.”

Brushstrokes of violent red across Michaela’s cheekbones, the sign of emotional intensity only serving to highlight her incredible beauty. “One day,” she purred, “one day you’ll understand what you reject this night, and then you will beg for my favors.”

Can I stab her?

Only if she is still here after midnight.


• • •


Neither one of them spoke again until they landed on the lawn of their own home. In the short time that Elena had been inside Gable House, night had begun to give way to day, and across the river, Manhattan was wrapped in soft, swirling gray, the lights in the high-rises muted.

“I want you to keep a discreet watch on Michaela and her people,” Raphael ordered Illium, the blue-winged angel having flown back with them. “It’s almost dawn, so you can go alone, but check in with Aodhan every ten minutes.”

“Sire.” Illium lifted off with a bare rustle of sound, the silver-blue of his wings swallowed up by the gray as he ascended above the cloud layer.

Wings brushing the dew-laden grass, Elena paced across the lawn. “Was it just me or was the Bitch Goddess ‘off’ tonight? She had this odd jerkiness to her movements.”

“Uram’s taint.”

Elena’s gorge rose at the thought of Michaela’s former lover, the insane archangel who’d left a trail of mutilated and bloody bodies in his wake . . . including Jeffrey’s mistress, that pitiable, pale copy of Marguerite. Ripped-off limbs thrust into screaming mouths, rib cages torn open to reveal glistening entrails, bodies hung and bled, Uram had committed atrocities Elena hadn’t even imagined possible.

“Uram tore out her heart,” she said, recalling her horror at the gaping wound, “left that glowing red fireball in her chest. Direct contact.” The only other person to have such intimate contact with Uram, and survive, was Sorrow, and she’d undeniably come out of it altered on a fundamental level.

The young woman wasn’t human any longer, but neither was she a vampire; she’d starve without blood as she’d starve without food. Then there was the would-be assailant twice her size whose neck she’d snapped in a self-defensive fugue. Now in training to learn how to consciously manage her strength and speed, Elena knew Sorrow was also under constant watch for signs of the same murderous insanity as her “blood sire,” the term one she’d heard Dmitri use.

It infuriated Elena that the gutsy young woman couldn’t escape Uram, but Sorrow wasn’t the issue right this instant. “What if Michaela refuses to leave?”

“Then I’ll force her out.”

Guilt gripped her in its bony hands. If Michaela had gained an offensive power in the Cascade, any battle would be a treacherously uneven one for Raphael.

“I would wash off the night, Elena.” Raphael turned toward the house.

Stomach in knots, her earlier anger at him buried under the chilling reminder that she might just have killed him, she went in silence.

Shutting the bedroom door behind them, Raphael walked across to open the balcony doors, letting in the cold morning air. “Come here, Guild Hunter.”

“What is it?”

“I would like to know”—his tone a serrated blade—“why my consort is keeping secrets that make her fly into herself.”

She flinched, stepping past him to stand on the very edge of the balcony. “I’m angry at you, for what happened with Ransom.”

“You might be angry, but you understand the decision.” As ruthless an answer as the way he’d dealt with Cici. “That isn’t what you’re keeping from me.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Now, you lie to me?” Cold, deadly, each word honed as bright as sword steel.

Spinning to face him, she fisted her hands. “Stop trying to intimidate me—I’m your consort.”

“I don’t think you have the capacity to be intimidated,” came the icy response, but his eyes, they were violent blue flames. “What are you hiding, Elena?”

Relentless and used to getting answers to his questions, he wouldn’t drop this, she knew, but the thought of telling him the truth was a rock in her gut. “Leave it,” she said, jaw clenched. “I’m asking you to just let it go.”

“When it puts shadows under your eyes and makes you swallow your words?” He strode across to grip her jaw. “No. You’re hurting and I will know why.”