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“We can’t waste any more time here,” Patch told me. “We have to assume Dante is going after Pepper and the feathers. ”
I dried my eyes with the heels of my hands. “We’re just going to leave Blakely here?”
The sound of a car pulling to a stop sounded on the street outside. “Lisa,” Patch said. He shoved the bedroom window open, hoisted me into the window well, and leaped up beside me. “Any last respects to the dead have to be said now. ”
Casting a mournful look back at Blakely, I simply said, “Good luck in the next life. ”
I had a feeling he’d need it.
We sped off through the woodsy back roads on Patch’s motorcycle. Cheshvan’s new moon had started nearly two weeks ago, and now it hung like a ghostly orb high overhead, a wide, watchful eye we couldn’t escape. I shivered and snuggled closer against Patch. He rocketed around the narrow bends so fast that tree branches began to blur into flashes of skeletal fingers reaching out to snare me.
Since yelling above the roar of wind was impractical, I resorted to mind-speak.
Who could have told Dante about the feathers? I asked Patch.
Pepper wouldn’t risk it.
Neither would we.
If Dante knows, we can assume the fallen angels do too. They are going to do everything they can to keep us from getting those feathers, Angel. No course of action will be ruled out.
His warning came through all too clear: We weren’t safe.
We have to warn Pepper, I said.
If we call him, and the archangels intercept it, we’ll never get the feathers.
I glanced at the time on my cell phone. Eleven. We gave him until midnight. He’s almost out of time.
If he doesn’t call soon, Angel, we’re going to have to assume the worst and come up with a new plan.
His hand dropped to my thigh, squeezing. I knew we were sharing the same thought. We’d exhausted every plan. Time was up. Either we got the feathers.
Or the Nephilim race would lose more than the war. They’d be in bondage to fallen angels for eternity.
Chapter 36
A MUTED JINGLE RANG FROM MY POCKET. PATCH immediately steered the motorcycle to the roadside, and I answered the call with a prayer in my heart.
“I have the f-f-feathers,” Pepper said, his voice high and quivering.
I exhaled in relief and gave Patch a high five, curling my fingers between his, locking our hands together. We had the feathers. We had the dagger. Tomorrow morning’s duel was no longer necessary—dead opponents didn’t wield swords, enchanted or otherwise.
“Good work, Pepper,” I said. “You’re almost done. We need you to hand over the feathers and dagger, and then you can put this behind you. Patch will kill Dante as soon as he gets the dagger. But you need to know Dante is after the feathers too. ” There wasn’t time to break it to him gently. “He wants them as badly as we do. He’s looking for you, so don’t let your guard down. And don’t let him get the feathers, or the dagger. ”
Pepper sniffled. “I’m s-s-scared. How do I know Dante won’t find me? And what if the archangels notice the feathers are missing?” His volume shot up to a screech. “What if they figure out it was me?”
“Calm down. Everything will be fine. We’re going to make the transfer at Delphic Amusement Park. We can meet you in about forty-five minutes—”
“That’s almost an hour! I can’t hold the feathers that long! I have to dump them. That was the deal. You never said anything about babysitting them. And what about me? Dante is after me. If you want me to hang on to your feathers, then I want Patch to go after Dante and make sure he’s not a threat to me!”
“I explained this,” I said impatiently. “Patch will kill Dante as soon as we have the dagger. ”
“A whole lot of good that will do me if Dante finds me first! I watch Patch out there, this minute, going after Dante. In fact, I won’t give you the dagger until I have proof that Patch has Dante!”
I pulled the phone away to save my eardrums from Pepper’s hysterical shrieks. “He’s cracking,” I told Patch worriedly.
Patch took the phone from me. “Listen up, Pepper. Take the feathers and the dagger to Delphic Amusement Park. I’ll have two fallen angels meet you at the gates. They’ll make sure you get safely inside my studio. Just don’t tell them what you’re carrying. ”
Pepper’s squeaked response crackled from the phone.
Patch said, “Put the feathers in my studio. Then stay put until we get there. ”
A loud wail.
“You aren’t leaving the feathers unguarded,” Patch argued, each word breathed? with murderous intent. “You’re going to sit on my sofa and make sure they’re still there when we get there. ”
More frantic squawking.
“Stop blubbering. I’ll hunt Dante down now, if that’s what you want, then come get the dagger, which you’re going to sit on until I meet you at the studio. Go to Delphic and do exactly as I told you. One more thing. Stop crying. You’re giving archangels everywhere a bad name. ”
Patch hung up and handed the phone back to me. “Keep your fingers crossed that this works. ”
“Do you think Pepper will stay with the feathers?”
He dragged his hands down his face, a sound escaping his throat that sounded half harsh laugh, half groan. “We’re going to have to split up, Angel. If we hunt down Dante together, we risk leaving the feathers unguarded. ”
“Go find Dante. I’ll take care of Pepper and the feathers. ”
Patch studied me. “I know you will. But I still don’t like the idea of leaving you alone. ”
“I’ll be fine. I’ll guard the feathers, and I’ll call Lisa Martin right away. I tell her what I have, and she’ll help me execute our plan. We’re going to end the war and free Nephilim. ” I squeezed Patch’s hand reassuringly. “This is it. The end’s in sight. ”
Patch rubbed his jaw, clearly unhappy, thinking deeply. “For my own peace of mind, take Scott with you. ”
An ironic smile crept to my mouth. “You trust Scott?”
“I trust you,” he answered in a husky voice that made me feel warm and slippery inside.
Patch backed me into a tree and kissed me, hard.
I regained my breath. “Boys everywhere take note: That was a kiss. ”
Patch didn’t smile. His eyes darkened with something I couldn’t name, but it put a weight in my stomach. His jaw locked, the muscles along his arms tensing just as visibly. “We’re going to be together at the end of this. ” A cloud of uneasiness passed over his expression.
“If I have anything to say about it, yes. ”
“Whatever happens tonight, I love you. ”
“Don’t talk that way, Patch,” I whispered, emotion catching my voice. “You’re scaring me. We are going to be together. You’ll find Dante, then meet me at the studio, where we’ll end this war together. Doesn’t get any more straightforward. ”
He kissed me again, delicately on each eyelid, then each cheek, and at last, a soft seal across my lips. “I’ll never be the same,” he said in a gravelly tone. “You’ve transformed me. ”
I folded my arms around his neck and pressed my body hard to his. I clung to him, trying to cast out the chill that tapped in my bones. “Kiss me in a way I’ll never forget. ” I drew his eyes toward mine. “Kiss me in a way that will stay with me until I see you again. ” Because we will ?ause we see each other soon.
Patch’s eyes grazed me with silent heat. My reflection swirled in them, red hair and lips aflame. I was connected to him by a force I couldn’t control, a tiny thread that tethered my soul to his. With the moon at his back, shadows painted the faint hollows beneath his eyes and cheekbones, making him look breathtakingly handsome and equally diabolical.
His hands steadied my face, holding me still before him. The wind tangled my hair around his wrists, twining us together. His thumbs moved across my cheekbones in a slow, intimate caress. Despite the cold, a
steady burn coiled up inside me, vulnerable to his touch. His fingers traced lower, lower, leaving behind a hot, delicious ache. I closed my eyes, my joints melting. He lit me up like a flame, light and heat burning at a depth I’d never fathomed.
His thumb stroked my lip, a soft, seductive tease. I gave a sharp sigh of pleasure.
Kiss you now? he asked.
I couldn’t speak; a wilted nod was my reply.
His mouth, hot and daring, met mine. All play had left him, and he kissed me with his own black fire, deep and possessive, consuming my body, my soul, and laying waste to all past notions of what it meant to be kissed.
Chapter 37
I HEARD SCOTT’S BARRACUDA RUMBLE DOWN THE road toward me long before the headlights flashed through the murky darkness. I flagged him down and swung into the passenger seat.
“Thanks for coming. ”
He shoved the car in reverse and floored it the same way he’d approached. “You kept your call short. Tell me what I need to know. ”
I explained the situation as quickly, yet comprehensively, as possible. When I finished, Scott let out a low whistle of astonishment. “Pepper’s got every fallen angel feather, ever?”
“Surreal, right? He is supposed to meet us at Patch’s studio. He’d better not leave the feathers unguarded,” I muttered mostly to myself.
“I can get you safely beneath Delphic. The park gates are closed, so we’ll go into the tunnels using the cargo elevators. After that, we’ll have to use my map. I’ve never been to Patch’s place. ”
The “tunnels” referred to an underground network of convoluted, mazelike passageways that operated like streets and neighborhoods beneath Delphic. I’d had no idea they existed until I met Patch. They served as the primary residence for fallen angels living in Maine, and until recently, Patch had lived among them.
Scott steered the Barracuda down an access road short of the park’s main entrance. The road opened to a loading dock with truck ramps, and a warehouse. We entered the warehouse through a side door, crossed an open space stacked wall to wall with boxes, and at last reached the cargo elevators. Once inside, Scott ignored the normal buttons indicating floors one, two, and three, and pressed a small, unmarked yellow button at the bottom of the panel. ?lI’d known there were entrances to the tunnels all over Delphic, but this was my first time using this particular one.
The elevator, which was almost as large as my bedroom, clanged lower and lower, at last grinding to a stop. The heavy steel door rose, and Scott and I walked out onto a loading dock. The ground and walls were dirt, and the only light came from the single bulb swinging like a pendulum overhead.
“Which way?” I asked, peering into the tunnel ahead.
I was grateful to have Scott as a guide through the underbelly of Delphic Amusement Park. It was immediately clear that he traversed the tunnels regularly; he led at a hurried pace, sweeping down the dank corridors as though they had long ago been committed to memory. We referenced the map, using it to make our way beneath the Archangel, Delphic’s newest roller coaster. From there, I took over, glancing down corridors randomly, until at last we came to what I recognized as the entrance to Patch’s old living quarters.