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Sire, I must—
Go, Raphael said, knowing the angel needed time to get his mind around the news. She arrives in a week’s time. He was walking out onto his private balcony as he spoke, switching the mental connection. Come, Elena.
I can’t land there. I’ll brain myself.
He almost laughed, and he had not thought he could do that after the sentence he’d just delivered. I will catch you.
That she didn’t question him after that, simply changed trajectory so that she flew into his arms . . . it broke him. Then it reformed him anew. “Elena,” he whispered into her hair as he crushed her to him.
She wrapped her arms around him, his fragile consort with her incredible will and her refusal to surrender. “Tell me,” she whispered.
And he, an archangel used to keeping a thousand secrets, told her.
10
Evening shadows lay heavy on the horizon when Elena walked out across the lawn behind Raphael’s—their—home, heading for the edge of the cliff beyond the trees. After leaving the Tower earlier that afternoon, the intimacy of those moments on the balcony a tight warmth in her chest, she’d called a delighted Sam using the Web link in the library.
“Ellie!” His grin had stretched from ear to ear. “You didn’t forget me!”
“Of course not. ” Laughing as he bounced in his seat, those wings that looked too big for his body rising and falling in excitement as loose black curls tumbled over his forehead, she’d asked him how his day had gone.
“Father took me flying again!”
Since Sam had been forbidden from using his wings for another month, his father had begun to carry him up into the sky in his arms, his love for Sam a fierce thing no one could miss, in spite of the fact that he was a man of few words. “Was it fun?”
An enthusiastic nod. “He can go so fast. ”
Their conversation had lasted half an hour, with Elena exchanging a few words with Sam’s mother as well. The tiny angel with hair of the same lustrous blue black and wings of dusty brown streaked with white, still touched her baby with protective care, but she smiled just as often—and for the first time, Elena truly believed that the small family would be okay.
She’d spent the remaining time doing flying drills, all of them geared to build up her muscles, with an oddly subdued Illium. Having discussed it with Keir, Raphael had told her that she wouldn’t be able to achieve a true vertical takeoff without wing strength of a kind she simply did not have. It was a physical impossibility.
“Your immortality,” he’d murmured as they stood on the balcony, “has not yet grown deep enough into your cells. But,” he’d added, “given your hunter strength, you may well be able to learn to do a bastardized version that relies not on the power of your wings, but on sheer muscle. ”
It’d be a much harder road and each takeoff would hurt like a bitch even after she mastered it, but Elena wasn’t about to be a sitting duck, not if she could do something about it. Maybe she was an immortal new-Made, she thought now, trying to see through the straggling clouds, but she would not be easy prey.
There.
The magnificent breadth of Raphael’s wings came into view as he descended to join her on the clifftop, the tips flaming as they caught the last vestiges of a sun that had finally made an appearance late that afternoon. “You go to visit the Guild Director and her family?”
Pushing off strands of hair that had escaped her braid, she said, “Come with me. ”
A slow blink. “They are your closest friends, Elena. They wish to have you to themselves for this night. ”
“I’m becoming part of your world—come become part of mine. ” She saw the surprise on his face, saw, too, that he’d very much not expected the invitation.
His body was a hard wall of muscle against her as he pulled her close, until her breasts pressed against his chest. “What will Sara and Deacon say to that?”
She ran her hands down the wings he spread for her, indulging in the ability to touch him as she pleased. “Not scared of a couple of hunters are you, Archangel?”
A flare of absolute blue as his lashes lifted. They may choose to sever their friendship with you rather than welcome me into their home. You cannot forget the actions I took in the Quiet.
“No. ” But she also knew something else beyond any shadow of a doubt. “You have your Seven. I have my friends—they’d cut off their right arms before they’d shove me out into the cold. ”
Such loyalty, Raphael thought. He wouldn’t have believed mortals capable of it except that he had known Dmitri when he was human . . . and he had known Elena. “The invitation is very welcome,” he said. “I will accept it another day. Tonight, I must remain here. ”
Pale gray eyes sparked with intelligence. “What’s happening?”
“I have a meeting with Aodhan. ”
“Here? In New York?”
“I, too, am surprised. ” Aodhan preferred the seclusion of the Refuge. “We meet at the Tower. ”
Tucking back another flyaway strand of hair, his consort looked him full in the face. “I want to talk to you about something else, too. ”
“What would you have of me, Guild Hunter?”
“I don’t need a bodyguard anymore—Illium’s trick today with the helicopter seems to have gotten the message across to the media hounds. ”
You are my heart, Elena. He would not allow anything to happen to her.
She took a step back. “No chains, Raphael. ”
He closed his hand around her nape, refusing to permit her to distance herself. “I have allowed you much freedom, but on this I will not budge. ”
Temper sparked off her. “It’s not up to you to allow me anything. I’m your consort. Treat me as one!”
Yet she was so very mortal still—even the Angel-born remained vulnerable for over a hundred years, and Elena had started out mortal. Immortality had barely kissed her blood, had had no real chance to intertwine with her cells. You will not win this argument, Hunter.
“Fine, but it’s one we’ll continue to have every single day till you start acting reasonable. ”
Until her, no one had challenged him on this level. Until her, no one had loved him with all the strength in this hunter’s soul. “According to Dmitri, the most sensible act would have been to kill you the instant we met. ”
Her eyes narrowed. “Stop trying to distract me. ” Breaking his hold with a move he hadn’t expected, she picked up the small bag he’d noticed at her feet. “Raphael?”
Catching the suddenly somber note in her voice, he lifted his eyes to the changeable mists of her eyes. “Hunter. ”
“Don’t clip my wings. It’ll destroy both of us. ”
With those disturbing words, she dove down across the Hudson. As he watched her disappear toward Manhattan, aware that Illium would trail her to the Guild Director’s home—where another of his Seven had stood watch for hours to ensure no unwelcome surprises—he knew she was right. She would never be happy in a cage. But after the events that had almost stolen her from him not once, but twice, he wasn’t sure he had the ability to set her free.
Elena shoved the argument—and the reason behind it—to the back of her mind as she came to a smooth landing in front of the brownstone that was Sara and Deacon’s. Her best friend dragged her inside an instant later . . . where Elena got a welcome surprise. “You bought the neighboring town house!” They’d taken out the facing walls of both homes, then closed the small gap between the two buildings by extending one of the houses.
Since Elena hadn’t noticed anything from the outside, they had to have recycled the materials removed during the demolition of the walls to build a seamless exterior over the extension. Fantastic as that was, it didn’t compare to the inside—the entire first floor was a massive open-plan space that flowed into the kitchen.
“Yep. ” Sara beamed, her rich coffee-colored skin all but glowing. “With the way Deacon’s business is going, we cou
ld afford it so we decided why not. ” A pause. “More important, I wanted my best friend to feel welcome in my home. ”
Swallowing the knot of emotion in her throat, Elena put down her bag to wander over the gleaming wooden floors covered with Navajo rugs that matched the warm, earth-toned color scheme of the house. “It’s gorgeous, Sara. ”
“Deacon did most of the renovation himself—Zoe and I just held boards, took him the occasional nail, and generally supervised. ” A big grin.
“I know you chose the colors. ” Feeling totally at ease, she spread her wings. “It’s—”
“Oh, God, Ellie,” Sara said on a gasp, clutching the back of the sofa. “Each time you do that, I start to feel faint. ”
Elena was laughing at the look on her friend’s face when a big, bad-ass man with deep green eyes, golden skin, and dark hair walked into the room, a little girl cradled in the crook of his arm. “Deacon. ” Smiling, Elena moved close enough that he could tug her into a one-armed embrace.
He held her for several long seconds. “It’s good to see you, Ellie. ” Quiet, powerful words.
Looking up, she met the eyes of the child who’d tucked her head shyly against her father’s neck. “Hello, Zoe,” she whispered, amazed at how big Sara’s baby had become in the year and a half since Elena had last seen her.
Sara came over then, picking up one tiny hand and pressing a kiss on Zoe’s palm. “This is Auntie Ellie, Zoe. ”
That was when a massive hellhound of a dog came around the corner, heading straight for Elena. “Slayer!” Laughing as he jumped on her, intent on loving her to death, she looked up to see Zoe giggling.
It made her want to tug the girl into her arms and pepper that precious face with kisses, but she was a stranger to Zoe right now. A stranger with bribes. “I have presents for you,” she said after Deacon pulled Slayer off with one hand.
Eyes the same dark color as Sara’s went wide with interest.
Giving Slayer a final scratch that had his tail wagging triple-time, Elena went to her bag and took out the handcrafted doll she’d bought from one of the artisans at the Refuge. Zoe took it with careful hands, rising away from her father’s shoulder to pat at the doll’s thick curls.
“What do you say, baby girl?” Deacon prompted.
Zoe’s “Thank you” was shy.
Elena said, “You’re welcome,” and retrieved the collection of angel feathers she’d been saving since she woke from the coma. Startling gold and white, blue edged with silver, midnight and dawn, shimmering gray, a sweet, beautiful brown, and an incredible crystalline white, they made Zoe hold her breath. When Elena lifted her hand, her goddaughter stared in wonder . . . then closed one fist gently around the feathers. “Papa. Down. ”
Obeying the order, Deacon bent to put her on the floor. Feathers in hand, Zoe toddled over to the coffee table and put her treasures on the glass so she could admire them one by one, the doll held close to her side. Slayer, having been banished to sit by the mantel, sidled around to stand next to his favorite human being.