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"He went out through there," Elena said, glad Sams mother was no longer in the room.
It was impossible for Elena to look at her and not remember another mothers anguish in a small suburban home almost two decades ago.
"That means he had an angelic accomplice. " Raphaels voice was toneless - and all the more terrifying for it. In this mood, the Archangel of New York might kill without remorse, torture without compassion. "You picked up the members of Sameons family - can you separate out the angels scent?"
"Raphael," she asked, needed to ask, "are you going Quiet?" Hed become someone she didnt know in those terrifying hours before shed shot him, an archangel whod stalked her across New York, relentless in his menace.
No.
Her heart still erratic with fear - for him, for what the Quiet might take from him if he fell into it again - she returned to the now open doorway, attempting to intentionally trigger what appeared to be an extension of her abilities.
Spring and fur.
Apples dusted with fresh sno -
A crackle of white noise.
Disappointment stabbed her, harsh, final. "If my Making altered my hunter senses, the change isnt complete. It seems to be cutting in and out. " She shoved a hand through her hair, falling back on her training and experience. "He likely didnt touch the door in any case - the vampires scent was too rich, too strong to have been diluted. " Looking down into the inky depths of the ravine, she felt her cheeks turn to ice. "How strong would an angel have to be to catch someone if they knew that individual was about to jump?"
"No one younger than three hundred. " His wing brushed hers as they stood side by side, staring at the dense blackness. "Ill begin sweeps of the area. " And then he said what she hadnt been able to articulate. "Theres a chance the fall wasnt successfully executed. "
Elenas whole being rebelled against the idea of Sams small body lying irrevocably broken in the cold dark. "If those bastards have hurt him, Ill gut them myself. "
That is why youre mine, Elena.
Watching as he stepped out into the night air, she closed the door and walked back to the front. All the angels were gone, but a vampire moved out of the shadows as she exited the house. His skin was a shade that drew the eye, inviting tactile contact - a dark, dark brown with an undertone of true gold. The color was so rich, so warm that it shimmered even as the moon slid behind a cloud, enveloping the Refuge in purest night. But his eyes, a brilliant, impossible silver, pierced the darkness as if it didnt exist. Hair of the same shade as his eyes fell around his face, sleek and cut in jagged lines that accentuated the angle of his jaw.
"A tiger," she whispered, watching him walk to her, though to call it a walk was a gross disservice. His stride was the fluid, silent prowl of the animal she sensed around him.
"You have the scent of a tiger on the hunt. " Rich, vibrant, deadly.
"I am Naasir. " His voice was cultured, his words gracious, but those metallic eyes watched her with unblinking focus. "Dmitri asked me to assist you. "
"Youre one of the Seven. " There was power in Naasir, not like Dmitris - sensual and lethal - but sharply feral, as if that exquisite, strokable skin was nothing but a mask for the predator within.
"Yes. "
The clouds parted, throwing a beam of moonlight onto his face. And she realized the vampires eyes reflected as brilliantly as a cats. Impossible . But Naasir wasnt the mystery she had to solve tonight. "Im going to start canvassing the area," she said, "see if I can find a landing point. " Itd be a crapshoot given how far angels could fly, but she needed to do something.
"Dmitris organizing the vampires and younger angels into a similar search. "
And, Elena thought, theyd cover ground far faster than she could - especially when she had no starting point for a scent-track. But she needed to dosomething . Looking away from Naasirs unblinking stare, she found her eye caught by a needlelike formation in the distance. Her heart ricocheted off her ribs. "How well do you know the Refuge?"
"Very. "
"Show me to Michaelas section. " Raphael had been ruthless with the other archangels humiliation. Maybe the angel whod brutalized Noel had crawled back out of his hole . . .
or maybe Michaela had decided on payback, striking at the heart of those who looked to Raphael for protection.
"This way. " Naasir began to move with the preternatural grace of a being at home in the night.
She could only just keep up with what she guessed was a crawl for him.
Stepping out into an open area a few minutes later, he raised his arm in some kind of a signal before turning to her. "Michaelas home is far on foot. "
Elena felt her spine lock as Illium landed less than three feet from them. She trusted no one but Raphael to carry her. Not only did she have a problem with trust, the act seemed too intimate, too close. Especially given the near painful sensitivity of her wings.
However, tonight, there was a far more pragmatic reason for her reluctance. "I go up,"
she said, "I might miss the vampires scent on the ground if he wasnt flown straight to Michaelas. "
Illium held out a hand. "Itll be much quicker for you to fly to Michaelas, check the grounds, then return. "
Knowing he was right, she squelched her personal reluctance and went to him, aware of Naasir vanishing into the dark. "Is it me or is Naasir about as tame as your average mountain lion?"
"Compared to him, the lions are tabby cats. " Illium closed his arms around her waist as she wrapped hers around his neck, her wings held tight to her spine. It made her easier to carry - and it hid the incredibly sensitive inner curve where her wings grew out of her back.
"Your bruises. "
"Dont drop me because youre worried about holding on too hard. "
"I wont let you fall. " It was an intimate whisper against her ear as he rose into the air.
"Famous last words," she muttered, the wind whipping the hair off her face, threatening to steal her breath, her words.
"Youre spoiled, Ellie. Youre used to being carried by an archangel. " He skimmed under several other angels, heading toward an elegant group of buildings on a relatively smooth piece of ground. The land around the buildings was lit with delicately shaped metal lanterns, the paths a lilting melody of form and function.
"Are there gardens down there?" she asked, Illiums breath warm against her cheek as he bent his head to catch her question.
"She rarely visits, but Michaelas gardens are famed in the Refuge. Even in the cold, she finds things that will grow, sometimes even bloom. "
Bloom.
Her mind cascaded with images from the garden of wildflowers - blood-soaked petals littering the ground, maimed bodies crushing the flowers, and most powerful of all, the setting sun glinting off Illiums sword as he amputated wings with merciless efficiency.
She wondered if those angels were still there, lying forsaken in the dark.
"She may be many things - cruel, malicious, selfish," Illium murmured as he brought them to a smooth landing on the outer terrace of Michaelas home, "but I dont think the Queen of Constantinople would harm a child. "
"You didnt see the look in her eyes at the pavilion. " Stepping out of Illiums arms, she wasnt surprised to see Riker appear in front of the closed doorway. Shed picked up his scent - cedar painted with ice, evocative and unexpected - the instant they landed.
"Hello, Riker. " It took effort to keep her voice civil - the last time shed seen Michaelas favorite guard, hed been pinned to a wall, his heart skewered by the torn-off leg of a table, but the time before that, hed tried to play a very nasty game with her.
Riker stared at her in that way he had - cold-blooded as any reptile. "Youre in my mistresss territory. You have no protection here. "
"Im looking for Sam," Elena said. "Illium tells me Michaela wouldnt hurt a child, so Im hoping shell give us permission to search the grounds - in case the vampire passed through here. "
"My mistr
ess has no need of your approval. "
Elena shoved her hand through her hair, attempting to keep her tone temperate though a helpless urgency pumped through her blood. "Look," she said, "Im not here to pick a fight. And if your mistress truly cares about the young, she wont be happy to find that you blocked us. "
Riker didnt move, those reptilian eyes never shifting off her.
Feeling time slipping through her fingers, she was about to ask Illium if he could simply fly her over the grounds so she could see if the scent lingered in the air, when Riker reached for the doorknob. "The mistress will allow you to walk through the house. "
Surprised, Elena made no delay in following Riker, with Illium at her back. Michaelas home took her breath away - the entranceway alone was worthy of the term "work of art"; the tiles beneath her feet were ebony veined with quartz, the walls on either side painted with scenes that sent the mind soaring. Elena was no sophisticate, but even she recognized the artist. "Michelangelo?"
"If he did," Illium murmured, "hed have forgotten it the moment he left. No mortal must know of the Refuge. "
And yet, Elena thought, Sara did. Her heart squeezed. She knew Raphael had allowed it because of - andfor - her, taking a far bigger step than shed ever have expected of the archangel shed met on that windswept roof in New York. "He remembered somewhere deep in his soul," she said, checking out a room that flowed off the entranceway.
It proved clean. She picked up the scents of several other vampires as they continued to walk, but not even a flicker of the one shed sensed in that small kitchen drowning in the salt of a mothers tears. But theyd barely scratched the surface. Looking up at the soaring central core, she put her hand on the banister. "I need to go upstairs. "
"You will keep your distance from the mistresss quarters. "
"Fine. " If Michaela was protecting the vampire, it wouldnt do any good for Elena to go barging in and get both herself and Illium killed before theyd gotten Sam out of danger.
All she had to do was find the merest trace of scent.
But the second floor proved as pristine and as elegant as the first, each sculpture placed in exactly the right position to enhance the overall grace of the house, the rugs beneath her feet drenched with color. It was as she was crossing the ruby and cream one near the second set of stairs that it hit her.
Oranges dipped in chocolate.
Her entire body stiffened. Spinning on her heel, she sprinted down a hallway that Riker had specifically warned her not to enter, instinct overriding common sense. This was what shed been born to do, her senses honed to -
An arm around her waist, pulling her back against a firm, muscled chest, her wings screaming against the overload of sensation. "Riker would like nothing better than to have a legitimate excuse to kill you. " Illiums voice, that faint British accent laced with a steely thread of warning.
"Right. " She shook her head to clear it, suddenly aware of Michaelas favorite vampire standing only inches from her side. And shed let him get that close, shed been so blinded by the compulsion to follow the scent, to bring back the child. "Right. "