Revenant(24)

“Are you in any danger?”

“Nothing immediate,” she said, hoping it was true. When his concerned gaze lingered on her for a heartbeat too long, she sat up straight in alarm. “What is it?”

“It’s probably nothing, but there have been a couple of angel sightings around the hospital.”

“What?” She gripped the edge of the desk so hard she was sure she’d leave dents. “How did they get in —”

“They didn’t. They’ve been spotted on the Manhattan streets directly above the hospital. It could be coincidence, something going on with the humans. But since your mother was attacked by an angel, I thought you should know.”

“Oh. Thank you,” she said with as much nonchalance as she could muster, given the fact that angels were sniffing around.

Eidolon steepled his hands together over his abs and studied her in that unnerving way he had. “I hear you had a visitor today.”

Of course he had. “Revenant is why I’m here.” She blew out a long breath, still rattled by the angel news. “He needed me to handle a medical issue.”

Eidolon scowled. “His medical issue?”

Ha. She couldn’t imagine Revenant ever asking for help. He struck her as the macho idiot type who wouldn’t go to a doctor even if he had a battle-ax sticking out the top of his thick skull.

“Someone else’s.” She met Eidolon’s gaze with a steady one of her own. “It was Gethel.”

Gold flecks shimmered in the doctor’s eyes, a twenty-four-karat sign that he was either angry or turned on, but she could guarantee it wasn’t the latter. Mated Sems could only be aroused by their mates.

“Gethel,” he said flatly. “You’re saying you treated a female who betrayed everyone who trusted her in order to usher in the Apocalypse? An angel who tried to slaughter a newborn infant I delivered with my own hands and who is now my godson? Who helped Pestilence to torture my brother’s mate, Idess? That Gethel?”

Shit, this was not going to go well. “It’s not what you think.”

Very slowly, he sat forward, propping his thickly muscled forearms on the desk as he clenched and unclenched his hands. “Then you need to explain yourself, and fast.” At least he was calm, even if every guttural word dripped with menace.

“Did you know she’s pregnant with Lucifer’s reincarnated soul, and that his father is Satan himself?”

“I’m aware.” There were red flecks mixing with the gold now, which meant he’d hit a new level of pissed. “Get to the part where your treating her isn’t what I think. Because right now I’m thinking you helped the mortal enemy of pretty much everyone I know, and I’m wondering if I made the right choice in putting you in charge of the clinic with Gem.”

“Right. Okay.” She swallowed dryly, wishing she’d grabbed a bottle of water from the machine outside his office. “I didn’t know it was Gethel he wanted me to treat. As soon as I realized who it was, I refused.”

The red in his eyes swallowed the gold and was beginning to eat up even the black of his irises. “Did he force you?” His voice rumbled like a nine-point-zero earthquake.

“No.” Perspiration beaded on her brow, but whether it was because she was nervous or because she was getting hot flashes as her cover wore off, she didn’t know. “But Eidolon, he gave me the opportunity to find out what’s going on with her. I got a blood sample. It’s in the lab right now being analyzed. I’m hoping you can use anything I learned to destroy her.”

The crimson in his eyes scaled back, but only a little. “Do you know where she is?”

“No idea. Revenant flashed me directly to her lair, so I couldn’t tell where we were. But something funky is going on with her. Apparently, it’s the result of whatever the archangels did when they tried to swap her baby with Limos’s.”

Eidolon appeared to consider what she’d said. “What is this… funky? Medically speaking, funky isn’t all that informative.”

He could be a real smart-ass sometimes. “She looks like a zombie, and the hellspawn is twice the size it should be.”

“What’s she eating?”

“Demon younglings.”

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes returned to normal. “Pregnant fallen angels need a lot of untainted, young blood,” he said, and she so didn’t need the reminder that her own mother had probably dined on her fair share of young blood while pregnant with Blaspheme. How many lives had ended so Blaspheme could live? “That’s for a normal pregnancy. But a fallen angel carrying fucking Lucifer would require a shit-ton of the purest blood available.”