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It was another example of the methodical nature of the beating. "What was it?"
Dmitri withdrew a dagger from his pocket. It had a small but distinctiveG on the pommel, the symbol of the Hunters Guild. A cold blade, rage unsheathed, sliced through Raphaels veins. "He plans to become Cadre by destroying what another archangel created. "
The old ones saw Elena as exactly that - Raphaels creation, his possession. They didnt understand that she held his heart, held it so utterly that there was nothing he wouldnt do, no line he wouldnt cross to keep her safe. "Did you find anything at the scene that could lead to the identity of the one behind this?"
"No, but there arent many whod dare taunt you," Dmitri said, putting the dagger back into his pocket. "Even fewer whod think they could get away with it. "
"Nazarach is in the Refuge," he said, knowing the other angel was more than old enough to be dangerous. "Find out who else might consider themselves a contender. "
"Theres only one on the verge of becoming an archangel. "
The Cadre alone was supposed to be privy to that truth, but Raphael trusted Dmitri far more than he trusted his fellow archangels. "He also has no need to play these kinds of games. " To be an archangel was to be Cadre. It was as simple - and as inevitable - as that.
"Its one of the old ones. " Angelic history told of a few rare instances of those who were not archangels becoming Cadre. They never lived long. But the fact of their existence gave dark hope to those who craved the drug of power without understanding the price it inevitably demanded. "Someone strong enough to seduce others. "
"Theres something else," Dmitri said as Raphael was turning to go back to Elena.
"Michaela" - he named another member of the Cadre of Ten - "has sent a message to say shes about to arrive at the Refuge. "
"She waited longer than I expected. " Michaela and Elena were like oil and fire. The female archangel couldnt stand to be anything but the center of attention. And yet when Elena, with her rough hunter clothing and pale hair, walked into a room, the balance of power shifted in the most subtle of fashions. Raphael didnt think Elena was even aware of it - but it was why Michaela had despised her from their very first meeting.
"Whether its against Michaela or this pretender, she" - Dmitri glanced at the closed door at Raphaels back - "isnt strong enough to defend herself. It would take very little effort to end her life. "
"Illium and Jason are here. Naasir?" Hed trust only his Seven to watch over her.
"On his way back. " Dmitri, as the head of Raphaels security, knew exactly where each of his men was at any given time. "Ill make sure shes never alone. "
Raphael heard the unspoken words. "And will she be safe with you?"
The vampires expression altered. "She weakens you. "
"She is my heart. Protect her as you did once before. "
"If Id known the consequences of that decision . . . But it is done. " When Dmitri gave a curt nod, Raphael knew his Seven wouldnt move against her. Some archangels might have killed Dmitri for daring to stand against him, but the vampire had earned that right.
More, Raphael understood the value of what Dmitri and the rest of his Seven had given him. Without them, he may well have become another Uram, another Lijuan, long before Elena was even born. "Give Illium the majority of the shifts. Elenas less likely to object to him. "
Dmitri snorted. "Her precious Bluebells going to fall in love with her, and then youll have to kill him. "
"What better guard for Elena than one who loves her?" As long as that guard never forgot it was an archangels mate he watched over. Betrayal would not be tolerated.
"Whens Michaela scheduled to arrive?"
"Within the hour. Shes extended an invitation to dinner. "
"Accept it. " It was always better to know your enemy.
Elena woke from a mercifully dreamless sleep to the knowledge that she wasnt alone.
And it wasnt the clean scent of rain, of the wind, that filled her senses. Her shields, however, remained down. Shifting on the bed, she glanced through the open balcony doors to see Illiums distinctive blue wings spread out as he sat nonchalantly on the railing, his legs hanging over the steep plunge of the gorge.
Silhouetted against the starlit sky, he appeared a being out of myth and legend. But as shed seen this afternoon, if this place was a fairy tale, it was the dark and blood- soaked original. "Youll fall off if youre not careful. "
He turned to glance at her. "Come sit with me. "
"No thanks. I just finished healing all my broken bones. " Shed shattered so many when shed fallen in New York. But strange as it was, thered been no pain in those final moments. All she remembered was a sense of peace.
And then Raphael had kissed her.
Golden and exquisite, erotic beyond compare, the taste of ambrosia had filled her mouth as Raphaels arms held her safe, as her archangel seized her from death itself.
"The look on your face," Illium murmured. "I once had a woman look at me that way. "
Elena knew Illium had lost his feathers, lost his ability to fly, for speaking angelic secrets to a mortal . . . a mortal hed loved. "Did you look at her that way, too?"
Those eyes of beaten gold were compelling even with the distance between them. "Only shed know. And she went to earth long before the world grew cities of steel and glass. "
He returned his attention to the vista before him.
Sitting up in bed, she stared at the curving beauty of his wings, shimmering silver blue in the dark, and wondered if Illium still mourned for his human lover. But that was a question she had no right to ask. "The vampire?"
"His name is Noel. He hasnt regained consciousness. " His voice was a naked edge.
"Hes one of ours. "
And she knew they wouldnt stop until they tracked down the assailant. The hunter in her approved. "What about this angels attempt to become Cadre?" The world didnt need another archangel with a penchant for the most malicious kind of pleasure.
"Secondary. " A flat statement. "Itll be taken care of when we execute him for the insult to Noel, to Raphael. "
Elena understood about cutting off evil at the root, but she wasnt used to the swift justice of immortals. "Im guessing angels dont have a judge and jury system. "
A snort. "You saw Uram - would you have wanted him to have a day in court?"
No. Mind turbulent with the memories of Urams atrocities, she said, "Tell me about Erotique. "
Illium raised an eyebrow at her mention of the exclusive Manhattan club patronized by vampires. "Thinking about a career change?"
"Geraldine worked as a dancer there. " Elena would never forget the plea in the other womans eyes as she lay dying after Uram slit her throat. "She wanted so badly to be Made. "
"I dont know that she wouldve enjoyed immortality. " Swinging his legs off the railing and down onto the balcony, Illium walked over to lean his shoulder against the doorway.
"Geraldine struck me as a natural victim. "
Elena remembered that pale, pale skin overlaced with the scent of vampire. The world would have called her a vamp-whore, and once, Elena would have agreed with them -
that was before shed stood in a room full of vampires and their lovers, before shed understood that while seduction could be a drug, it could also be the most adult of exchanges, a game in which the victor would spend the night seeing to the losers pleasure.
But Geraldine hadnt been like the men and women Elena had seen in the Tower, full of an easy sensual confidence. Illium was right. Shed been a victim. "And shed have been that for eternity. "
"Yes. " Wings a delicate arc over his back, Illium met her gaze. "Trust me on this, Ellie.
Its not a good thing to be. "
"Why do you sound as if you know?" she asked, aware shed never forget the mute desperation of Geraldines dying plea. "Youre no victim. "
"I Made a human once," he murmured, his lashes shading the expression in his eyes. "He was biol
ogically compatible, and he passed all the personality tests. But he had no . . .
core, no sense of self. I only discovered that later, when it was too late. Hed tied himself to another angel by then, one who enjoyed having a victim. "
"Hes dead?"
"Of course. Victims never last long. "
It was a stark glimpse into one of the darker sides of immortality. "The longer you live, the more mistakes you make. "
"And the more sorrows you carry. "
Perhaps she should have been startled by the solemn comment, but Illium, she was beginning to learn, was an angel who rarely showed his true face to the world. Much like the man he called sire. "Do you remember everything?"
"Yes. "
A gift. A curse.
Bruisingly aware that memories could make you bleed as effectively as any razor, she took a step back from the past. It would return to haunt them both soon enough. "Are your eyelashes like your hair?"
He followed her lead without skipping a beat. "Yes. Theyre very beautiful - want to see?"
Her lips twitched. "Vanity is a sin, Bluebell. "
"When you have it, flaunt it, I say. " Grinning, he wandered over to perch on the side of the bed. "Look. "
Curious, she did. Hed told the absolute truth - his eyelashes were inky and black tipped with the same bright blue as his hair, a startling contrast against the gold of his eyes.
"Theyre okay," she said offhandedly.
He scowled. "And here I was about to offer to brush your hair. "
"Ill brush my own hair, thank you. " Pushing at his shoulder, she nudged him off the bed. "Grab me the brush. "
He threw it to her before returning to the balcony. "Why havent you asked why Im here?"
"Im not at full strength, Raphael is overprotective, its not difficult to do the math. " Her frustration at her current physical state did nothing to negate the cold, hard truth - her headwould make a mighty fine trophy for more than one immortal. Especially the most beautiful and most vicious one of them all.
"Apparently, this aspirant," Illium said over his shoulder, "plans to make his mark by stabbing a Guild dagger through your heart. Or maybe by using it to hack off your head one piece at a time. "
The echo of her own thoughts startled her - but it shouldnt have. Because like it or not, she was hot news in the angelic world, the first angel Made in living memory. "I think I need some food before I start thinking about all the horribly painful ways I could conceivably die. "
"Theres some in the living area. "
"Wheres Raphael?"
"At a meeting. "
Elena had been saved by her instincts more than once. Now, her hand clenched on the carved wooden handle of the brush. "With who?"
"Itll only make you mad. "
"I thought you were my friend. "
"Whos currently trying to save you from unnecessary fretting. "
Fretting?"Stop stalling and tell me. "
Turning with a huge sigh, Illium said, "Michaela. "