“A short moment to wash, nothing more,” Titus said. “I would explore your city. It has been an age since I have visited these lands.”
Elena led the group over the side of the roof and down to a guest balcony where Dmitri was waiting. He greeted Titus with the familiarity of old acquaintance and mutual respect, then led the escort through to their rooms, while Elena showed Titus to his. Turned out that since Raphael had a consort, he couldn’t do certain tasks himself if she was able, without it being taken as an insult.
“I hope everything is to your liking,” she said to Titus.
He surprised her by throwing back his head and laughing with the smile-inducing lack of inhibition she’d already come to expect from him. “Ah, you must forgive me,” he said when he caught his breath. “I see this role sits ill on you—you are meant for battle, not for such niceties.”
Elena grinned. “I can rock a dress when I put my mind to it.”
“Perhaps I will see this at the celebration you have planned.”
“You never know.” Walking forward, she held out her arm as Raphael had done, saying, “I’m not yet as immortal as you,” at the last minute as she remembered Raphael’s warning about Titus treating her as a blooded angelic warrior.
Titus clasped her forearm. It was hard enough to jar her teeth, but not hard enough to break anything. “You will be,” he said. “Then I will say I knew you when you were a fledgling.” Another huge laugh. “As I knew your consort when he was a pup.”
Leaving him to freshen up, she stepped out to join Raphael on the balcony. “You were right,” she said. “I like him. He’s like a hunter—only much more powerful.”
“You should trust your consort.”
Sliding her wing over his, she leaned her shoulder against his. “I wish the thing with Cornelius and Giorgio hadn’t happened, that we could go into this celebration without that ugliness.” Her heart hurt for Ash, too, though the other hunter seemed to have a serene peace inside her when it came to the loss of her brother and sister.
She’d returned Elena’s fierce hug after the funerals, murmuring, “Don’t be so sad, Ellie. Your sisters aren’t trapped in that house; they’re flying on their own wings.”
Elena couldn’t explain how Ash knew that the funerals had brought back visceral memories of the deaths of her own sisters, or how she knew about the horror that had taken them, but Elena held the other woman’s words close to her heart. Ash had always glimpsed more than anyone should, seen beyond this world. If she said Ariel and Mirabelle were no longer imprisoned in the blood-soaked house that had once been their childhood home, then Elena could do nothing but believe it.
Raphael slid his arm around her waist. “I feel your sorrow.”
“Just working through stuff,” she said, her emotions heavy but not agonizing. “Thinking about how some people are so kind and generous, others the opposite.” Not many would’ve reached out across their own grief to ease that of another, as Ash had done for her, and it was a kindness Elena would never forget. “The world would be a better place if we could erase all the Corneliuses and Giorgios from it.”
“I’ve lived long enough to understand that there will always be some ugliness in the world.” Raphael stroked a tendril of hair that had escaped her braid back behind her ear. “We cannot erase it, for it acts as the foil for joy, for goodness.”
“I guess I’m not old enough to accept that yet.” It didn’t matter that Cornelius and Giorgio were currently serving out their brutal and ongoing punishments in distant underground bunkers. “I feel so much fury for the pain caused, the scars left on the hearts of good people.”