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That made him pause for a minute. "I know of only one stable relationship now that Michaela and Urams is broken. "
"And the Bitch Goddess is another archangel, so theywere equals. "
A nod of his head that was more thought than movement. He was so damn beautiful that it made thinking difficult, even when she knew he possessed a vein of ruthlessness that was sewn into the fabric of his very soul. That ruthlessness translated into a furious kind of control in bed, the kind that made a woman scream, her skin too tight across a body that knew only hunger.
"Who are the other two?" she asked, swallowing the spike of gut-deep need. Hed held her since she woke, his embrace strong, powerful, and at times, heartbreakingly tender.
But today, her body craved a far darker touch.
"Elijah and Hannah. " His eyes glittered, turning to a shade shed once seen in an artists studio. Prussian . Thats what it was called, Prussian blue. Rich. Exotic. Earthy in a way shed never have believed an angel to be until she found herself taken by the Archangel of New York.
"You will heal, Elena. Then I will teach you how angels dance. "
Her mouth dried up at the slumbering heat in that outwardly calm statement. "Elijah?"
she prompted, her voice husky, an invitation.
He continued to hold her gaze, his lips at once sensual and without pity. "He and Hannah have been together centuries. Though shes grown in power over time, it is said that shes content to be his helpmeet. "
She had to think for a while about that old-fashioned expression. "The wind beneath his wings?"
"If you like. " His face was suddenly all hard lines and angles - male beauty in its purest, most merciless form. "You will not fade. "
She didnt know if that was an accusation or an order. "No, I wont. " Even as she spoke, she was vividly conscious that shed have to use every ounce of her will to maintain her personality against the incredible strength of Raphaels.
He began tapping that envelope again, the action precise, deliberate. "As of today, youre on a deadline. You need to be on your feet and in the air in just over two months time. "
"Why?" she asked, even as delight bubbled through her bloodstream.
Prussian blue froze into black ice. "Lijuan is giving a ball in your honor. "
"Were talking about Zhou Lijuan, the oldest of the archangels?" The bubbles went flat, lifeless. "Shes . . . different. "
"Yes. She has evolved. " A hint of midnight whispered through his tone; shadows so thick they were almost corporeal. "Shes no longer wholly of this world. "
Her skin prickled, because for an immortal to say that . . . "Why would she hold a ball for me? She doesnt know me from Adam. "
"On the contrary, Elena. The entire Cadre of Ten knows who you are - we hired you after all. "
The idea of the most powerful body in the world being interested in her made her break out in a cold sweat. It didnt help that Raphael was one of them. She knew what he was capable of, the power he wielded, how easy it would be for him to cross the line into true evil. "Only nine now," she said.
"Urams dead. Unless you found a replacement while I was in a coma?"
"No. Human time means little to us. " The casual indifference of an immortal. "As for Lijuan, its about power - she wants to see my little pet, see my weakness. "
Chapter 2
His pet. His weakness.
"Her words or yours?"
"Does it matter?" A negligent shrug. "Its true. "
She threw the knife with deadly accuracy. Raphael caught it in midair - by the blade. His blood flowed scarlet against the gold of his skin. "Was it not you who bled the last time?"
he asked conversationally as he dropped the knife to the formerly pristine white carpet and tightened his hand into a fist. The blood flow halted within a single second.
"You made me close my hand over a blade. " Her heart was still racing from witnessing the sheer speed of him. Dear God. And shed taken this man to her bed. Craved him even now.
"Hmm. " He rose to his feet, walked to her.
At that moment, though hed said hed never hurt her, she wasnt so sure. Her fingers clenched on the sheets as he came to sit in front of her, one of his wings lying over her legs. It was a warm, surprisingly heavy weight. Angel wings werent for show - as she was beginning to learn, they were pure muscle and tendon over bone, and like any other muscle, they had to be strengthened prior to use. Before, shed only had to worry about tripping if she overtired herself. Now, she had to worry about falling out of the sky.
But that wasnt the danger that danced in front of her eyes right then.
No, all she saw was blue.
Never before Raphael had blue meant the color of sin, of seduction. Of pain.
He leaned in, brushed her hair from her neck with fingers that could bring pleasure so excruciating it hurt . . . and pressed a kiss to the ragged beat of her pulse. It made her shiver, and she found shed tangled her hands in his hair. He kissed her again, causing the warmth in her stomach to uncoil with lazy grace through her body, demand in every slow pulse.
When something glittered at the edge of her vision, she realized he was covering her in angel dust, a decadent, delicious substance that mortals paid enormous amounts to possess. But Raphael had a special blend just for her. As she breathed in the motes, the seduction intensified, until all she could think of was sex, the ache in her wings, even her anger, forgotten.
"Yes," he whispered against her mouth. "I think youll intrigue me through eternity. "
It shouldve shattered the moment, but it didnt. Not when there was such erotic promise in his eyes, in the tone of his voice. She found herself trying to draw him closer, but his jaw tightened. "No, Elena. Ill break you. " A blunt statement. A truth. "Read this. "
Dropping the envelope onto the sheet, he rose, those magnificent wings of white - every filament tipped with luminous gold - flaring out to dust her in ecstasy.
"Stop that. " Her voice was breathy, her mouth filled with the hotly masculine taste of him. "When will I be able to do that?"
"Its an ability that develops over time, and not every angel gains it. " He folded back his wings. "Perhaps in four hundred years time, youll know. "
She stared. "Four hundred? Years?"
"Youre immortal now. "
"How immortal?" It wasnt a stupid question. As shed learned too well, even archangels could die.
"Immortality takes time to grow - to set - and youre barely formed. Even a strong vampire could kill you right now. " Tilting his head slightly to the side, he turned his attention to the sky beyond the glass hed told her was reflective, affording her privacy to study the Refuge without worrying about being watched in turn.
"It seems the Refuge is a popular place today. " With that, he strode to the balcony doors.
"We must go to this ball, Elena. To do any less would be a sign of fatal weakness. "
Closing the doors behind himself, he spread his wings and took off in a straight vertical flight.
Elena gasped at the unintentional show of strength. Now that shed felt the weight of the wings at her back, shed realized the extraordinary nature of Raphaels vertical takeoffs.
As she watched, he swept in front of the balcony and away. Her heart was still pounding from the combination of his kiss and the display of aerial brilliance when she finally glanced down at the envelope.
The fine hairs on her arms stood up the instant she grazed the thick white paper with her fingertips. The sensation was eerie - as if the envelope had been somewhere so cold, it wouldnt warm up, no matter what. Some would call it the chill of the grave.
Goose bumps broke out over her skin.
Shaking them off, she turned the envelope over. The seal had been broken, but she could see the image once she lined up the edges. An angel. Of course, she thought, unable to stop staring at it. It was inked in black but why that should disturb her, she didnt know.
Frowning, she brought it clo
ser to her face.
"Oh Jesus. " The whisper rippled out of her as she glimpsed the secret hidden within the image. It was an illusion, a trick. Looked at one way, the seal was a kneeling angel, his head bowed. But change your focus and that angel stared directly at you, his eye sockets empty, his bones bleached white.
Shes no longer wholly of this world.
All at once, Raphaels words took on an entirely new meaning.
Shuddering, she lifted the flap and removed the card inside. It was heavy cream-colored stuff, reminding her of the expensive note cards her father used in his personal correspondence. The writing scrolled across in antique gold. She rubbed her finger over it - why, she didnt know - it wasnt as if she could sense whether it was real gold or not.
"Wouldnt surprise me though. " Lijuan was old, so old. And an ancient being of power could amass a great deal of wealth over a lifetime.
Funny, but though she thought of Raphael as powerful, shed never thought of him as ancient. There was a sense of life about Raphael that denied that. A sense of . . .
humanity?No. Raphael wasnt human, wasnt anything close to human.
But he wasnt like Lijuan.
Her eyes went to the card again.
I invite you to the Forbidden City, Raphael. Come, let us welcome this human you have embraced. Let us see the beauty of this connection between immortal and what was once mortal. I find myself fascinated for the first time in millennia.
~ Zhou Lijuan
Elena didnt want to fascinate Lijuan. In fact, she wanted nowhere near the rest of the Cadre of Ten. She was pretty sure most of the time that Raphael wouldnt kill her. But as for the others . . . "Oh, hell. "
My little pet.
My weakness.
She might despise the words, but that made them no less accurate. If the Archangel of New York really did love her, then she might as well be wearing a target on her back.
Again she saw him, face bloodied and torn, wings shredded, an archangel choosing death over eternal life. It was a truth shed never forget, a truth that anchored her even as everything else in her world shifted and changed.
"Not everything," she murmured, reaching for the phone. Because while this place might look as if it existed in some long-ago age of chivalry and grace, the amenities were cutting-edge. Unsurprising when you thought about it - angels didnt survive eons by clinging to the past. New Yorks Archangel Tower, with its cloud-piercing form, was the perfect example.
As the phone rang on the other end, she found herself staring out through the balcony doors, searching for the magnificent being who ruled that Tower, the one she dared call her lover.
The ringing stopped. "Hello, Ellie. " A raspy voice, followed by an audible yawn.
"Crap, I woke you. " Shed forgotten the time difference between wherever the hell she was and New York.
"Its okay - we crashed early. Hold on. " Rustling sounds, a click, and then Sara was back on the line. "Ive never seen Deacon go back to sleep that fast - though he did mutter something that sounded vaguely like Hi, Ellie. I think our baby girl wore him out today. "
Elena smiled at the thought of Saras "scary son-of-a-bitch" of a husband being run ragged by little Zoe. "Did I wake her?"
"Nah, shes wiped out, too. " A whisper. "I just peeked. Going into the living room. "