“What the hell are you doing?” The adrenaline dump made her question come out as a shout, but at this point, she didn’t give a crap. “Why did you snatch me like that? Where are we?”
“This is my place.”
This windowless, barren hovel was his home? The idea that she was standing in a Shadow Angel’s lair, no doubt deep inside Sheoul, with no way to tell anyone where she was, drove a spike of fear straight through her heart.
It also pissed her off. If he was going to kill her, she wasn’t going to temper her thoughts or her words. “You need a new Realtor.”
His dark brows pulled together in irritation. “Yeah, well, when you’re a fallen angel under Satan’s thumb, you don’t have a lot of options.”
“Really?” she snapped. “Because I’m betting that Shadow Angels can pretty much have what they want.”
He ran a hand through his hair with a frustrated shove. “The Shadow Angel thing is fairly recent.”
Rubbing her arms because it was freezing in here, she relaxed a little, figuring that if he hadn’t killed her or at least chained her to a wall by now, he wasn’t going to. Hopefully.
“Recent is a matter of perspective,” she said. “For an immortal, recent can mean something that happened in the last thousand years.”
“It’s been a little over two weeks.”
“Oh.” That took a little of the wind out of her indignant sails. “Well, thanks for showing me your digs, but I really have to get going.”
He glanced over at the fireplace, which lit with a whoosh. “Not until you tell me why that angel was trying to kill you.”
There were so many ways she could play this, but she went for the obvious. “Because I’m a demon. Angels kill demons for sport. Was that a serious question?”
“Yes.” His leather jacket creaked as he crossed his arms over his chest. “They don’t just pop onto random rooftops hoping to get lucky and find demons to kill. He was hunting you. Why?”
Closing her eyes, she replayed the scene in her head… a scene that had started out with blue skies, bright sunlight, and the trill of pigeons walking the roof’s ledges.
“Vyrm.”
The angel’s hatred dripped from his voice as he materialized in front of Blaspheme. She let out a scream, dropping her coffee cup as she scrambled out of her chair. Glass shattered and coffee splattered, but she barely noticed. The only thing she could see right now was the huge warrior standing on the roof in military combat gear, his body laden with weapons.
“H-how did you find me?”
An aurial, a blade specifically designed to kill angels and fallen angels, appeared in his hand.
“I don’t answer vyrmin questions.”
Cute, how he’d turned vyrm into vermin. She wished she was going to live to appreciate the wordplay.
“Blaspheme?”
Revenant’s voice broke into her not-so-fond memory. What had he asked her? Why the angel was hunting her?
She shrugged, hoping he’d buy her false indifference. “I have no idea. Maybe there’s extra incentive this week to slaughter False Angels. And you know, maybe you could explain how you found me? You’d better not be tracking me, or —”
He held up her Coach bag, which, apparently, he’d pulled out of his ass, because she swore he hadn’t been holding it a moment ago. “I saw you didn’t take your purse with you, so I guessed that you’d have to use a Harrowgate for transportation. I checked the Harrowgate closest to your apartment.” His black eyes glittered. “That was stupid. Anyone with half a brain would have known to waylay you at that Harrowgate.”
She gaped in indignation. “So now I’m stupid?”
He tossed the bag onto one of his rickety chairs. “Now you’re safe.”
Somehow she doubted that. Oh, she was certain no one was going to get past Revenant to get to her. But could someone get past him to save her?
“I would have been safe if I’d gotten to Underworld General.”
Revenant reached up to rub the back of his neck, causing his shirt to rise up on his hard-cut abs. “The hospital has been breached before.”
He had a point. Sort of. And man, that sliver of flesh between the hem of his shirt and the top of his leather pants was distracting. Leave it to False Angel instincts to make her horny in any inappropriate situation.
“Not by Heavenly forces,” she ground out, irritated by her reaction to him. “Angels can’t get in.”
“Reaver can.”
As a Radiant, Reaver was the exception, but she hadn’t worried about that, since Reaver rarely came to the hospital. But now that Eradicators knew what she was, how long would it be before Reaver found out and popped into the hospital to confront her?