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"She obviously doesnt know you. " He tugged her to her feet.
Walking to the washbasin, she put the cloth on the counter and rinsed out her mouth with near-scalding water. "Belle," she said after she felt clean at last, "wouldve ripped out Lijuans throat for daring to use her against me. " The memory of her sisters sweet, wild nature had her straightening her spine. "Lets go. "
This time, though she continued to refuse to touch it, she looked very carefully at the necklace Lijuan had sent her. "Its a copy. " Relief rocked through her, her legs threatening to collapse until she braced her hand on the desk. The Chinese archangel hadnt desecrated Belles final resting place. "We decided to engrave Belles name on the back one year with a heated metal wire. We only got a wobblyB on there before Mama caught us. " The memory made her smile, wiping out the ugliness. "She was so mad - that pendant was nine carat gold. "
Putting the necklace back in the box, Raphael closed it. "Ill make sure its disposed of. "
"Do it . . . but make me a copy first. " She bared her teeth in a savage smile. "Bitch wants to play games, lets play games. "
"Her spies will report it," Raphael said. "Its a good move, but I wont allow it. "
She jerked up her head. "What?"
"This was meant to hurt you. Wearing that pendant will only remind you of the past. "
"Yeah," she said. "Itll remind me of how Belle punched out the neighborhood bully even though he was three years older and fifty pounds heavier. Itll remind me of her strength, her will. "
Raphael looked at her for a long moment. "But those memories come wrapped in darkness. "
She couldnt disagree. "Maybe its time I embraced the darkness instead of running from it. "
"No. " Raphaels jaw was a brutal line. "I wont let Lijuan pull you into a waking nightmare. "
"Then youre letting her win. "
A hard, unexpected kiss. "No, were letting her believe she has won. "
Raphael disposed of Lijuans gift and flew back to the Refuge cloaked in the black shadows of night. What hed said to Elena had been the truth - but it had hidden other, deeper truths.
Hed done it to protect her.
And shed known. But shed let him convince her. Which told him more about the depth of her scars than anything else. Once, when Uram had been sane, when hed still remembered a little of the youth hed been, he and Raphael had had a conversation.
"Humans," the other archangel had said, "they live such flickering lives. "
Raphael, not yet three hundred years old, had nodded. "I have human friends. They speak of love and hate, but I wonder, how much do they truly know of such emotions?"
To this day, he could recall the look Uram had given him - that of an older male amused with the pretensions of youth. "Its not quantity that matters, Raphael. We flitter away our lives because theyre endless. Humans must live a thousand lifetimes in one. Every hurt is keener, every joy more incandescent. "
Raphael had been surprised - even then, Uram had been dissolute, careless in his pleasures, open in his cruelty. "You sound as if you envy them. "
"Sometimes, I do. " Those vivid green eyes had stared down at the human village that sheltered below the ancient castle theyd called home at the time. "I wonder what I wouldve been had I known I only had five or six paltry decades to make my mark on the world. "
In the end, Uram had made a huge mark on the world, but it hadnt been what that younger self wouldve wished for. Now, hed be forever remembered among most as the archangel whod lost his life in a battle for territory, for power. Only a rare few, even among the angels, knew the truth - that Uram had turned bloodborn, bloated by a toxin that had turned his blood to poison. Raphaels father had never fallen into that kind of bloodlust. But Nadiels lust for power had been, in many ways, worse.
Seeing Elena standing on the balcony of their home still clothed in his shirt, her magnificent wings spread as if in hunger for flight, he dived hard and fast.
Raphael!It was a cry filled with equal amounts of wonder and fear.
Feeling something long asleep awaken within him, an echo of the cocky boy whod amused Uram, he rose up in a hard vertical climb, before twisting into a spiraling plummet that could send the inexperienced smashing onto the rocks below.
It was at the midpoint that he felt it - Elenas mind locking with his, her mental gasp as she experienced the dangerous ecstasy of the fall. Then he was sweeping out and upward.
She stayed with him until he coasted down on a luxurious air current to land on the balcony.
She stared at him for a moment, her own wings closing. "What" - a shake of her head -
"just happened?"
"You linked to me. " It should have been impossible - he was an archangel, his shields impenetrable. But, he remembered, shed done it once before - as a mortal. Hed lost himself in her that day, sunk so deep into the wild perfume of her hunger that hed ceased to think. Later, hed suffered her rage at what shed believed had been an attempt at coercion on his part. His hunter hadnt understood what shed done.
"There are some humans - one among half a billion perhaps - who make us something other than what we are. The barriers fall, the fires ignite, and the minds merge. "
Lijuan had killed the mortal whod touched her that deeply.
Raphael had chosen to love, instead.
"I could feel what you felt. " Exhilaration still sparked in Elenas eyes. "Is that what its like when youre inside my mind?"
"Yes. "
A pause, her expression intent. "You dont like it, do you? That I can slip beneath your shields. "
"Ive had over a thousand years to get used to being alone inside my head. " He ran the back of his hand down her cheek. "It is . . . disconcerting to have another presence there. "
"Now you know how I feel. " A raised eyebrow. "Its not nice to know that nothing inside me is private. "
"Ive never taken your deepest thoughts. "
"How do I know that?" she asked. "When youre so cavalier about your ability to enter whenever you want? How can I ever be certain that what I choose to share with you is truly a choice?"
For the first time, he felt a glimmer of understanding. "Itll be a much slower way of learning each other. "
"Speed isnt everything. " Her hands clenched on the railing.
He thought of her trust when shed spoken of her mother, her compassion as she accepted the burden of his own memories. "I will try, Elena. "
"I guess thats the best Im going to get from an archangel. " The words were softened by the amusement in her eyes. "The mind-talking doesnt bother me. That goes both ways.
This other thing - I have a feeling its not something Im going to be able to control for a long time yet. "
"Did you catch any of my thoughts while we were linked?"
"Not really. I was too caught up by the flight - God but you can fly, Raphael. " She whistled. "I know thats not easy, what you did. "
Pride unfurled inside him, born from the heart of the youth hed been before Caliane.
Before Isis. Before Dmitri.
"I did catch one name. " Hesitant words. "Were you thinking about your father?"
"Yes. " He watched the wind blow a few rebellious white blonde strands across her face, her body silhouetted against the diamond-studded night sky, and made a choice of his own. "I was thinking that in many ways, my fathers madness was worse than Urams. "
Elena didnt interrupt, simply shifted forward so that she could tangle one hand with his.
He curled his fingers around hers, wondering at the tectonic shift in his life since the day he first met Elena Deveraux, Guild Hunter. So quickly shed twined around his heart, becoming the most vital part of his existence.
"With Uram, though there was a little hesitation, in the end, the Cadre all agreed he needed to die. " It was Lijuan whod worried him the most - still worried him. "Lijuan wondered if perhaps the power that came with becoming bloodborn was worth it. "
Elena shivered.
"You shouldve showed her that room where Uram kept the remains of his victims. " Her stomach lurched at the memory even now. "It was a slaughterhouse.
The smell alone would send most people screaming. "
"You forget, Elena," Raphael said, his gaze almost black, "Lijuan plays with the dead. "
"Hold the pendant still, Ellie. "
"Im trying. "
"Shh, Mama will hear. "
Breathing in the fresh bite of Raphaels scent, she swallowed the poignant whisper of memory and focused on the present. "Why was your father worse?"
Raphaels hair lifted in the night breeze, darker than the blackness that surrounded it.
"He didnt kill indiscriminately. For the longest time, they were all convinced he was simply driven by a hunger for power, for territory. "
"Others joined him," she guessed.
A slow nod. "He was an emperor, but he wanted to be a god. When the murders began, they were stealthy, even political. "
Elena reached up to push his hair off his face, needing to touch him, hed become so suddenly remote. "What made people change their minds?"
He leaned into the touch, but his expression remained acetic, distant. "When he began incinerating entire villages in territories not his own. "
The reading shed done under Jessamys guidance came to her aid. "A declaration of war. "
"My father didnt see it that way. He expected the others in the Cadre to fall under his command - hed come to believe hewas a god by then. "
"How old were you when he died?"
"Mere decades into my existence. "
A child, she thought, hed been nothing but a child. "That means . . . " She stopped, couldnt continue.
"That he was well on the way to madness before I was born. "
She slid her arms around his waist, laying her ear over his heart. "Thats why the worry over your birth. "
His own arms were steel bands around her. Sometimes, I wonder what he passed on to me. What my mother passed on.
Chapter 23
In that moment, Elena understood that the Archangel of New York had shared something with her hed shared with no one else. How she knew, she couldnt say. But she knew. As she knew there were no words to answer Raphaels question. Only time could do that, but. . . "The course of your life has taken a direction I bet not even Lijuan couldve foreseen.
Nothing is predestined. "
Raphael didnt speak for several long minutes, and they stood there while the night winds played dark music across their bodies, stroked over their wings. Her archangel hadnt bothered with a replacement shirt, and his skin felt wonderful under her hands, her cheek. She was, she realized, oddly content in spite of the unsettling events of the day.
"The night is quiet," Raphael said at last, "the winds fairly calm. Visibility is clear in every direction. "
"A good night to fly," she whispered.
"Yes. "
She held on as he lifted off, shifting her hold to around his neck. The wind of takeoff whipped her hair off her face, then snapped it back to tangle around them both. "I need to cut this," she muttered, pulling strands out of her mouth with one hand, the other locked around Raphael.