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"You know," she said, rising back to a standing position in spite of the sudden churning in her gut, "inscrutable doesnt work when youre smirking. "
Venoms reply was abrogated by a tinny little beep. Holding up a finger, he took out a slick black cell phone, reading something on the screen. "What a pity, theres no more time to chat. You have to get ready for a meeting. "
Elena didnt bother to ask who the meeting was with - the vampire would just take the chance to jerk her chain. Instead, she made quick work of the remaining distance to the stronghold, slammed the door to the private wing in Venoms face, and stripped, trying not to think about the box shed touched, what lay beneath the macabre carvings.
There was a knock on the main door fifteen minutes later. Having rushed through a shower, Elena opened it to find an old vampire with eyes that twinkled. He had a measuring tape around his neck and pins in his pocket. His assistant carried tailors chalk and what appeared to be a case containing a thousand swatches of material.
She was, it seemed, getting measured for clothing suitable for Lijuans ball.
All of it in shades of blue.
Raphael returned from his meeting with Elijah and Michaela to discover Jason waiting for him. The black-winged angel kept his silence until they were in Raphaels office.
"Mayas uncovered something disturbing about Dahariel. " He handed over a file.
Opening it, Raphael found himself faced with the photographic image of a young male whod only just crossed the threshold that separated man from boy. "Mortal?"
"No. " Jason gripped the wrist of one hand with the other, the hold so tight, Raphael saw the blood flow stop to his hand. "He was Made half a millennium ago. "
Before the Cadre decreed that no mortal below the age of twenty-five could be Made without lethal consequences for the Maker. Mortals today would judge the Making of this boy a crime, but five hundred years ago, humans had lived much shorter lives. At this age, the boy mightve been a father already, would almost certainly have been expected to earn his own way in the world.
"He signed on to serve Dahariel for five decades, three years ago," Jason said, that grip ever tighter.
Raphael closed the file. "What is it youre not telling me, Jason?"
"The boy hasnt been seen for the past year. "
Raphael felt a dark wave of anger. The Made were at the mercy of their Makers, and after the expiration of their original Contract, if they couldnt care for themselves - at the mercy of those to whom they chose to give their loyalty. Too many chose wrong.
"Murder isnt a crime if a vampire is under contract. " An inhuman law - but vampires werent human. In many cases, they were predators barely leashed. But angels were predators, too. And this boy had delivered himself into the hands of one.
"The boy isnt dead," Jason said, to his surprise. "It appears that Dahariel is keeping him in a private cage for his . . . entertainment. " The toneless way that word came out told Raphael more about Dahariels idea of entertainment than anything else. "And because he signed on to serve Dahariel of his own free will, no one can do anything to help him. "
"What did Dahariel promise in return for this vampires allegiance?" Murder wasnt a crime, but therewere certain unwritten laws that had to be followed, laws that kept the structure of the world from imploding on itself. One such law required that all service contracts be honored - on both sides.
"Protection against other angels. " Jasons laugh was utterly without humor. "It seems the boy is still weak after all these years of existence. Hes survived this long only by tying himself to those stronger than him. "
"He chose his eternity, Jason. " Harsh, but true. No one whod lived for five hundred years could fail to understand the cruelty engendered by age, the darkness that lived in the heart of so many immortals. If this boy had signed with Dahariel without doing his homework as to the angels proclivities, that was a mistake hed have to live with - if he lived. "We can do nothing for him. " Because Dahariel had only promised protection fromother angels.
Jasons eyes met his, the pupils black against irises of almost the same austere shade.
"According to those of his household whod talk, Dahariel takes great pleasure in torturing the boy with such slowness that it ensures some part of him is always healed, able to bear more. They say hes already lost in madness. " Raphael could see Jason fighting his rage, but his next words were icily rational. "The way Noel was beaten - it would fit Dahariels methods. "
"Astaad wont move against him for that alone. " Especially since it would mean admitting hed fostered a viper in his midst.
"Mayas continuing to keep watch. Ive also got information coming out of Anoushkas court. "
"Anything of note?"
"She emulates her mother, but shes stopped growing in power. "
"So she knows shell never be an archangel. " It might be enough to push an already fractured personality over the edge. "Did she discover that recently?"
"No. A decade ago. And she displays no signs of disintegration. "
Acceptance or a mask, there was no way to tell. "The Guild Director was able to track the theft of a crate of Guild daggers to a warehouse in Europe two days after Elena woke. " It angered him to see Elena being stalked, but his hunter, he thought, could take care of herself. So, now that he was healing, so could Noel. It was the abuse suffered by Sam that drove them all. "Nazarach was embroiled in a hunt for one of his vampires at the time - a female who managed to cross over into Elijahs territory. "
Jason nodded. "Hed have been distracted, unlikely to choose that time to orchestrate the theft. "
That was what Raphael had concluded. "See if you can pin down Anoushkas and Dahariels movements. "
"Sire. "
"Jason," Raphael said as the other angel turned to leave, "you cant rescue the boy, but I can buy out the remainder of his contract. " Dahariel wouldnt say no to an archangel, especially not if he was the angel behind thesekhem -linked violence.
"Dahariel will only find another victim. " Jasons eyes were bleak.
"But it wont be this boy. "
As Jason left after a small nod, Raphael wondered if the scars on the angels soul would ever heal. Most would have gone mad after a few years of Jasons "childhood. " But the black-winged angel had endured. And when the time came, hed given his loyalty to Raphael, harnessing his intelligence in service to an archangel.
If saving this boy would give him a measure of peace, then Raphael would deal with Dahariel. And if the angel proved to be the one whod hurt Sam, then Raphael would take even greater pleasure in tearing him apart one small piece at a time, keeping him alive so that hed feel every burn, every break, every brutal slice.
Because while angels might be predators, it was the archangels who sat at the top of the food chain.
Chapter 28
"Have you come to play at last?" A smile tinged red. "Youre late. "
"Run," a broken word. "Run, Ellie. "
The monster laughed. "She wont run. " A satisfied smile as he lowered his mouth to Aris throat. "She likes it, you see. "
Something wrapped around her body, an invisible hand that touched her in her most private place. She went to scream. But her mouth didnt open, her throat didnt vibrate . .
. because her body did like it. Horrified, she began to claw at her skin, trying to rip it off in a futile attempt to stop the insidious, terrifying pleasure. Warmth bloomed between her legs and her young mind couldnt take it. Whimpering, she scratched harder. Blossoms of blood appeared under her nails as welts rose on her arms.
The caress - the scent - stopped. "What a pity youre too young for that. We wouldve had such fun. " He wiped off a drop of blood from his mouth, held out his finger. "Taste.
Youll like it. Youll like everything. "
Reaching home as night fell, Raphael saw Elena standing on the cliff edge below his stronghold, her eyes on the tiny lights that dotted the caves lining the gorge. The wind raised her unbound hair
off her face as she turned back to the view after watching him land behind her, the white-gold silver under the moonlight.
"Did Galen tell you what Lijuan sent me?" she asked as he came to stand beside her.
"Of course. " Hed heard Galens report of her reaction, but now found himself watching her face. The line of her profile was clean, her lips the only hint of softness - his warrior, he thought, reaching out to brush a single strand of hair teasing her cheek.
Her lashes came down as she blew out a breath. "I understand the stakes. Part of me is violently glad you did what you did. "
"Then?"
"Part of me wishes Id never learned anything of this world. "
He spread his wings, protecting her from the wind that had shifted direction, keeping his silence as she stared down at the river that crashed so far below.
"It was inevitable, wasnt it?" she said at last. "From the instant I was hunter-born, it was inevitable Id know of blood and death. "
"There are some for whom its not inevitable. " His wing brushed hers. "But for you, yes. "
The moonlight caught the shine of her cheek and he realized his hunter was crying.
"Elena. " Enfolding her in his wings, he tugged her into his embrace, his hand on her hair.
What would bring her to tears? "Did your father do something to hurt you?" If Raphael could have killed the man without destroying Elena, he would have long ago.
She shook her head. "He came for me. " It was a raw whisper. "Slater Patalis was drawn to my family because of me. "
"You cant know that. "
"Iknow . I remembered. " Her eyes were rain-coated diamonds when she looked up. "
Pretty hunter, " she said in an eerie singsong tune. " Pretty, pretty hunter. Ive come to play with you. " Giving a little scream, she fell to her knees.
He fell with her, enclosing her in the warmth of his wings as he pulled her stiff body into his embrace. "Are the memories coming to you outside of sleep?"
"I was reading one of Jessamys texts, waiting for you to come home and my eyes closed for a second. Its like the memories are just waiting for a chance now. " Her body jerked against him as she sobbed. "All this time Ive hated my father because Itold him the monster was coming and he wouldnt listen, when its me Slater came for. Me! I drew him to our family. "
"A child is not to be blamed for the actions of evil. " Raphael wasnt used to feeling helpless, but there was nothing he could do as Elenas heart broke in front of him.
Crushing her closer, he murmured wordless reassurances in her ear, fighting the urge to wipe her memories clean, to give her the peace she needed so desperately.
It was one of the hardest battles hed ever fought. "You are not to blame," he repeated, his body glowing with an anger that had nowhere to go.
Elena didnt say a word, just cried so hard that her entire body shook. Pressing his lips to her temple, he rocked her as the stars got piercingly bright, as the lights went out in the ledges below, as the wind grew freezing with a touch of snow. He held her until her tears were long gone and the moon kissed her wings like a lover long denied. Then he rose with her to the sky.