For John
For thirty-five years of knowing when to crack a joke and when to say nothing.
Where would I be without you bringing the sun into my mornings and closing the cold out at night?
To the next thirty-five years, my love,
wherever they may take us.
Contents
1Nathaneal
2Ebony
3Nathaneal
4Ebony
5Ebony
6Jordan
7Ebony
8Jordan
9Nathaneal
10Ebony
11Jordan
12Nathaneal
13Ebony
14Nathaneal
15Ebony
16Nathaneal
17Nathaneal
18Jordan
19Ebony
20Jordan
21Ebony
22Jordan
23Nathaneal
24Ebony
25Jordan
26Ebony
27Nathaneal
28Ebony
29Ebony
30Nathaneal
31Nathaneal
32Ebony
33Nathaneal
34Ebony
35Nathaneal
36Ebony
37Ebony
38Nathaneal
39Ebony
40Ebony
41Jordan
42Jordan
43Ebony
44Nathaneal
45Ebony
46Jordan
47Ebony
Avena
Acknowledgements
Also by Marianne Curley
1
Nathaneal
He steals her straight from my wings. He takes my love from me right before my eyes.
For three thousand years her spirit and mine lived together in Peridis and, knowing the day would come when we would be together in our angelic-physical forms, we loved each other as if there were no tomorrows. We knew our destiny: that we would be together for eternity, and we swore to find each other no matter how long it took.
We’ve already been through so much. But we had not counted on the Dark Prince, his hunger for power, his need to destroy and his desire for Ebony.
With my brothers Gabriel and Jerome scrambling over bodies on my right, Michael clearing his own path to my left and Isaac, Sol and Uri close behind, we storm after the enemy, prepared to follow the Dark Throne soldiers into the darkest depths of Skade, if that’s where they take her.
I must get Ebony back.
I underestimated Prince Luca. And this mistake – my mistake – will have catastrophic effects if we don’t stop him. Luca’s plans to create Soul Readers by blending Ebony’s bloodline with his could threaten the survival and freedom of all humankind.
At the tunnel’s edge I see her twisting her upper body to peer over the shoulder of the enemy carrying her off. She sees me. Our eyes connect. Hope reaches across the space between us like a rainbow after a storm. I nod, letting her know I’m coming, that I’m right behind her. Rich violet colour drenches her eyes and she gives me a ghost of a smile.
Then the gates of Skade slam down between us.
The shudder of all twelve gates smashing into the bridge propels everyone backwards into a high arc. Shockwaves pummel us, keeping us airborne, shoving us further back into the tunnel. We struggle to find our balance, our wings tangling with each other’s. As we start to drop, hundreds of angels, light and dark, collide. It’s a nightmare. My sister-in-law Sami sideswipes me when forces drive her horizontally across the bridge. I try to catch her but she’s moving too fast. I look for her husband, Jerome. Soaring in, he hits Michael, their wings becoming so tangled they fall to the ground in a heap. A Dark Throne comes from nowhere. His snapped wing-joint lodges like an arrow into my throat. I yank it out. Blood spurts over both of us.
There’s mass hysteria as injuries take hold and pain sets in.
As I lie on the bridge with my hand clasped around my throat, all I can think about is Ebony. And that I’ve lost her.
‘No!’
Still clasping my throat, I stagger to my feet and climb over bodies to get near the gates. A dragging noise makes me look down. My right wing is broken in three places and trailing. When I lower my hand to gather it off the ground, I’m relieved to find only a trickle of blood seeps from my neck wound. At least I’m healing fast.
Finally I’m standing before twelve shimmering gates in perfect condition.
Ebony. E-b-on-ee!
Rage, unparalleled by anything I’ve felt before, fills me with such force my powers threaten to burst through my veins and cause more injuries to friend and enemy alike. It builds, expands and stretches my muscles and skin.
‘Michael. Isaac. Clear the area.’
And as they do as I instruct, I draw my power up, thrust my hands at the portion of gate directly in front of me and blast my energies into it.
Even before the smoke and gasses clear away, I can tell that nothing happened. The gate stands firm. I draw my power up again, holding it and building it until the pressure against my skin is unbearable. ‘Stand back!’
I inhale deeply and I expel my power with all the force I can draw in one blast.
This time the bridge rumbles, but when the tremors settle and dust clears, the shimmering white gates still remain standing, intact.
‘It’s true then.’ Michael shakes his head while staring at the gates. ‘The High King made them impregnable purposely so nothing – not even he – could open them. It was his way to protect us from each other after the rebellion.’
‘There has to be a way to rupture one.’
Jerome puts a hand on my shoulder. ‘It could be dangerous to open what you might not be able to close again.’
‘There is always a way to achieve the unthinkable.’
And though she will probably not hear me, I forge a mind-link: Ebony! Ebony, I swear, with the stars as my witness, I will come for you as soon as I can. I will bring you home.
Michael glances down the bridge to where the blue light reveals the entrance to the Crossing, the dimension that separates the worlds, with portals to Earth, Avena and Skade. The entire length is a battlefield where both sides appear to have annihilated each other. ‘You are right, cousin. There is always a way, and we will find it.’
More reinforcements for our side arrive. ‘Uri, they wear your colours.’
‘Yes, they’re from my division.’ His tone is disheartening as he comes over and explains. ‘Before we left I put a brigade of five thousand on alert. I had hoped they would arrive before we lost …’
My heart skips a beat when he almost says … Ebony.
‘I’m sorry, my prince.’
Finding a way through the gates and killing any angel that tries to prevent me reaching Ebony feels more important than spending even a second making my friend feel better, but I’m grateful for Uri’s support and he needs to know this. ‘Thank you, Uri. I certainly could use them.’
He lifts his head, his light yellow eyes suddenly alight. He places his right arm diagonally across his chest. ‘My prince, I give you command of my battalion of one hundred thousand soldiers.’
‘That’s very generous of you, Uri, but I’ve never led an army.’
‘I would be honoured to be your lieutenant.’
I put my hand on his left shoulder and rush to get my thoughts together. ‘I accept, Uri. Thank you.’
‘Wait.’ Gabriel steps over ailing bodies to reach us. ‘You can have my troops too.’
My eyebrows lift. ‘Yours, brother?’
‘For only as long as you need them to retrieve my future sister-in-law. And I must be your first lieutenant.’ He passes Uri a friendly smirk. ‘You understand, don’t you, Uri?’ He swings his head back without waiting for
Uri’s response. ‘Deal, brother?’
I look at Uri and wait.
Clearly Uri has something to say but refrains. ‘As you wish, my prince.’
I nod, letting him know my appreciation. ‘Then let us put these troops to good use. Gabe, Uri, secure the exit. No dark angel gets away today. Send teams after the cowards fleeing through the Crossing. Bring them all to me.’
Michael’s hand comes down on my shoulder and I drop my guard for a moment. ‘How did this happen, Michael?’
‘I’ve known Luca from the beginning. We played, trained and fought battles side by side, but I didn’t see this coming either, so don’t be too hard on yourself. Luca has changed so much this last century his actions are harder to predict.’
‘She warned me, you know.’
‘It happened too fast,’ Isaac says, coming over with Jerome and Sol and leading a dozen captured enemy angels. ‘You can never fathom how the mind of such deep evil works.’
‘That is something I’m going to have to learn, and fast.’
Gabe and Uri return with a large contingent of prisoners; most are healed enough to walk, but some with more severe injuries need assistance.
As I glance over the rows, a female soldier’s neck wound catches my eye. She’s losing blood faster than her self-healing can replace it. She’s not complaining even though her injury must be causing acute pain. I point her out to Uri. ‘Bring me that one.’
When he reaches the soldier, he lifts her into his arms and hurries back, laying her on the ground before me. I get down beside her and see that this dark angel is underage. That explains her slow self-healing. That, and the fact that she has a severed carotid artery. I gently replace the hand she holds against her wound, trying to keep the pressure on it. Maintaining eye contact so not to frighten the child, I begin healing her. ‘What is your name, soldier?’
‘Dajanie,’ she murmurs, her eyes wide and fixed on mine as if I were a monster from her nightmares.
I keep talking to distract her while I try to locate the other half of her artery, which appears to have retracted deep inside her ribcage, flooding it with her own blood and slowly suffocating her. ‘How old are you, Dajanie?’
‘Fifteen, my lord.’
I hear Michael and the others huff around me.
‘Have you been a soldier long?’
‘Three years.’
This is such disturbing news that my power surges. I use the added energy to assist in removing her pooled blood, locate the other half of her severed artery and rejoin the two ends.
She inhales deeply and smiles, her eyes beginning to fill with tears, tears I have no time for today.
‘Uri.’
‘On it,’ he says, and immediately guides the young soldier back to her position.
My gaze roams over the rest of the prisoners. ‘How many, Gabe?’
‘Nine hundred and more coming.’
Uri indicates the blue light. ‘Here come a further five hundred. We caught fifty escaping through the Crossing. Where do you want us to put them all?’
‘Here for now. Gabe, can you find me a Gatekeeper amongst this lot?’
‘Gladly!’ Gabe plucks five out, dragging three males and two females out in front of me, before he stands beside me and glowers at them. ‘Which of you is the most senior?’
No one volunteers. They keep their eyes staring straight ahead, not even a flicker between them that might give one away. Luca has trained them well.
I walk past them slowly, stopping to stare into each pair of silver eyes, so similar and yet each so individual. Something about the last one, the taller female with brown hair slicked to her scalp, draws my attention. It’s just a microscopic tightening of her chin, which she lifts slightly while under my inspection. It’s enough to make me look deeper into her eyes. She doesn’t flinch, but her pride gives her away.
‘You,’ I say, curling a finger at her to make her look at me. ‘Step forward.’
Soundlessly she moves a foot-length.
‘What is your name?’
She continues to stare straight ahead. ‘Lailah.’
Her raspy voice sparks a memory. Ah, yes. On our way into Skade to rescue Ebony’s parents, she was the senior Gatekeeper on duty. Though our passage had been court-sanctioned, she waved us through only once Uriel handed her a small bag of sparkling rocks. ‘Well, Head Gatekeeper, I don’t carry pink diamonds on me today, but under the circumstances –’ I drop my eyes to her shackled hands and feet – ‘I’m sure you understand.’ Lifting them again, I order, ‘Open a gate. I don’t care which one.’
Despite her confinement, she can barely conceal her smirk. The sight fills me with rage. I barely contain the urge to wipe the expression off her face with my fist. I need her expertise.
Her eyes slide to mine. ‘I cannot do as you command, my lord.’
‘Why not?’
‘The gates have been sealed.’
Heat spreads out in waves from the centre of my chest. ‘Sealed? For how long?’
She looks directly into my eyes and smiles. ‘A hundred years.’
2
Ebony
Luca grips me with iron strength as he carries me towards Odisha, the capital city of Skade. Wings, black as his heart, beat with deliberate, unfaltering synergy as beautiful as it is ugly. His heart – if that’s what I’m feeling hammering against my ribs, thumps away at a dangerously fast pace.
Oh. No, that’s my heart.
Maybe I’m not hearing his because he doesn’t have one. I wouldn’t be surprised if that were true. But no, there it is, thudding away in a steady, regular beat.
Surrounding us in the shape of a seven-pointed star, Dark Throne soldiers form our escort. Their silver eyes, glimpsed through narrow slits in their black armour, gleam with pride. They were successful today and it shows in the smug, arrogant looks they send one another.
We fly over farmland where silos, cement barns and stone castles emerge from barren hillsides. And as we draw nearer the capital, the buildings are higher as streets run closer together, and fill with curious onlookers pointing to the sky.
Is this really happening to me?
If only this was one of those dreaded nightmares where Luca slips inside my mind and takes me on a journey through his realm. From the safety of my own bed, I could handle those, knowing I would soon wake and Nathaneal would hold me and chase away any lingering memories.
But this?
‘Turn your face away,’ Luca suddenly snaps.
This is no dream. This monster’s voice is real. The heat his body emits is burning through my clothes. The powerful flapping of the Thrones’ metallic blue wings is moving the air like the slipstream of an aeroplane. And then there’s the air, with the pungent odour of sulphur dioxide, the sewer smell of hydrogen sulphide and the unmistakable stench of decaying flesh. I smell it, I taste it, and I have no choice but to breathe it in.
‘Cover your face!’
‘Tell me why and I might consider it.’
‘What are you rambling about?’
‘It’s your vanity, isn’t it? You don’t want your people to see me all messed up. Is there a smudge of your angels’ blood on my face?’
He looks at my face, scrutinising it with such intensity that I quickly regret my words. The unnatural vividness of his green eyes is mesmerising. I look away but he’s inside my head now, picking through my brain as if with an iron poker. I throw up a mind-block. Out of necessity this is something I’m fast becoming proficient at doing. His voice softens. ‘Turn your head, my lady, before it is scorched by the volcanic vents.’
Bursts of red steam erupt with a roar from the landscape below. The geysers shoot high into the atmosphere. One narrowly misses us, and only because Luca veers sharply. As he swings back into formation I glance down at a swampland of steaming red mud bubbling just under the surface.
Crap. He was protecting me.
Well, I wouldn’t need protecting if he hadn’t brought me here in the first pl
ace. I don’t want anything from him. I certainly don’t want him to care about me.
Shivers pass through me in shuddering tremors. I force my heart to slow down, willing it to be calm, not to show fear – or panic – or go into shock. Reality is starting to kick in, a reality I’m not yet ready for. I might never be. But to have a chance to make it through this, I need to give my brain time to catch up.
OK, so Luca has my physical body, and maybe that’s something I can’t change for now, but it doesn’t mean he has to have all of me.
He will never have my soul.
After years of my parents drilling into me that I don’t have one, that no one does, I finally know the truth. There is a heaven and it’s called Peridis. There’s a hell called Skade, and a world where angels live, called Avena. That’s where I’m supposed to be, where I was supposed to grow up and attend school, learn to fly and use my powers without exhausting myself.
The reality is I’m a real angel, which means I’m immortal. And if I don’t get out of here, that means I’m going to live forever in hell.
If my uncle, Zavier, hadn’t killed off my memories within hours of my birth, that instinctive sense of who I am would have kicked in sooner. He helped engineer my abduction and hid me on Earth so my real angel family and my true love, Nathaneal, wouldn’t find me. And when Nathaneal did, Zavier plotted with my best friend to make me doubt him, to trick me into a trap Luca had set. Eventually Zavier tried to make amends. But it was too little, too late.
I close my eyes and visualise Nathaneal carrying me to Avena. But it doesn’t work. The arms around me are not Nathaneal’s. Everything about Luca is different, from his overheated, hard-boned body to his slick, polished voice. Even his scent is sharper, woodier, not sweet and crisp and evocative.
As if my yearning conjures him, Nathaneal’s blue eyes, as penetrating as ever, appear as if he were standing in front of me. My heart slows and a sigh escapes as his voice forms words in my mind: Ebony. Ebony, I swear, with the stars as my witness, I will come for you as soon as I can. I will bring you home. Tears ooze out. I squeeze my eyes shut to stop them, replying in my thoughts, I believe you!
Consumed by thoughts of Nathaneal, I do not notice our descent. It comes as a shock when Luca sets me down on my feet. I lose my balance a little and his fingers steady my hips. It feels like a caress. Instinctively I spin around and slap him across the face.