Guild Hunter: Archangel's Shadows Part 12

Never, she thought, would she get used to the impossibility of Aodhan, to the feathers and hair that seemed coated with crushed diamonds that refracted light in endless shards. "Just make sure you don't push it too far." Hunters and Tower personnel, they both chafed at being grounded. Aodhan hadn't mentioned pain, but she knew it had to be bad.

The immortal ability to survive brutal wounds came at an agonizing price.

"Don't worry, Ellie." Illium b.u.mped a fist gently off Aodhan's jaw, his skin warm gold against the suns.h.i.+ne-touched alabaster of Aodhan's. "I sicced Keir on him two days ago when he refused to listen to reason. You haven't seen a set-down until you've seen Keir delivering it." A wince. "Poor Sparkle."

Aodhan did something she didn't quite catch, and suddenly, Illium was on the ground, flat on his back in the snow. The shocked look on his face was almost as good as Aodhan's studiously blank one. "Shall we go inside, Elena?"

"How about helping me up first?" Illium scowled and held up a hand. "Now my back's all wet."

Aodhan hauled him up with his good arm. "Poor Bluebell."

Elena's lips twitched. It was starting to become clear why Aodhan and Illium had become friends. Aodhan might be quiet, but he could hold his own against the blue-winged angel-who remained the only person Aodhan could bear to have touch him. Elena didn't know what had traumatized Aodhan to that visceral depth, but she knew the silent battle he fought each and every day.

"Your scars exist, but it's your courage that defines you."

She'd said that to him a week past, received a piercing glance in return from the haunting fracture of his gaze. "I'm afraid, every instant, that the darkness will suck me back under."

"But you keep going, Aodhan. Any fool can jump unawares into danger-you know exactly the risk you're taking, and yet here you are."

In front of her, he brushed the snow off Illium's feathers and said, "Next time you call me Sparkle, I'm dumping you into the Hudson."

"I can swim."

"Come on," Elena said with a grin. "Montgomery will be waiting."

The three of them had just taken the first steps toward the house when there was a wash of wind. Jason and Mahiya landed to Illium's right a second later. The spymaster's black wings were dramatic against the white of the snow, his facial tattoo vivid even in the gray light, but it was Mahiya's spectacular wings that caught the eye. Jewel green and wild blue with strokes of black, the pattern was akin to a peac.o.c.k's spray.

"Elena," Mahiya said with the gentle smile that held an inner glow. "Thank you for having us to dinner on such short notice. I'm afraid we couldn't resist the temptation."

"I'm starting to worry about Naasir's idea of a gift."

Jason stirred. "He once brought an angel a bucket of piranhas and told the angel to stick his hand inside to retrieve his gift."

"But he didn't like the angel," Illium put in, "so you should be safe. I don't know why the angel in question whined to everyone about it-he only lost a few fingers."

"At least there is nowhere for Naasir to find a live wild boar here." That came from Aodhan, Illium nodding sagely beside him. "In his defense, he had been told to bring meat to the fire."

"Gee, don't try to rea.s.sure me all at once." Leading them inside, she discovered Montgomery had set up a table in the formal dining room.

Elena and Raphael didn't normally use this room for anything but meetings with archangels or other highly ranked individuals, it was so grand. However, it took on a different air with so many of the Seven in attendance. They sprawled over the elegant furniture, dug into Montgomery's food, spoke with the ease of men who'd known one another for centuries.

That feeling only intensified when Dmitri drove his gleaming Ferrari to the front door, Honor in the pa.s.senger seat. Raphael returned home at almost the same instant, and the buzz of conversation and laughter grew to fill the house. Fifteen minutes into it and Illium had coaxed a blus.h.i.+ng Mahiya into dancing with him in the center of the room, while Aodhan and Dmitri played a chess grudge match using a priceless hand-carved set placed on an antique parquetry table.

Honor, on the other hand, had walked over to examine the magnificent painting of the Refuge on the far wall, and Jason stood talking to Raphael as they watched Dmitri and Aodhan attempt to outthink one another.

The only ones missing were the people she'd originally invited. "Did anyone ask Naasir if he needed a ride?" Janvier and Ash she wasn't worried about, since both were locals-and they were on a case, the chilling details of which Raphael had shared with her.

G.o.dd.a.m.n Lijuan. Elena was ready for the crazy archangel to die and stay dead.

"Naasir said he was coming with Janvier and his hunter." Illium twirled Mahiya back into him on those words, the gold-edged orange of the calf-length tunic she wore over black cotton leggings flaring out in a rippling circle.

The throaty purr of a powerful engine sounded just then, and Elena turned to the large windows that overlooked the drive to see a gleaming black panther of a car prowl to a stop next to Dmitri's Ferrari. "Wow."

As she watched, the driver's-side door was pushed up at the same time as the pa.s.senger door. Ash stepped out one side, Janvier the other . . . and that was when she realized Naasir was crouched on top of the car.

17.

Ashwini got out of the incredible car Janvier had driven up in after calling to offer her a ride. Still wrestling with what she had to tell him, she should've said no, but she'd missed him. Plus, they had to talk. The fingerprints had been a bust, as had her attempt to track down witnesses and/or surveillance tapes. She'd also spoken to a professor Honor had said could be trusted, his specialty mummification.

The white-haired male had read the interim autopsy report, then stared at the attached photos for considerable time, before saying conclusively, "Not natural. Not only is the severe cell-level damage incompatible with that, and with the ordinary process of mummification, the appearance of the corpse is all wrong in the context of its probable age, the fragile bones and teeth even more so."

Janvier had been busy, too. He'd spent his time touching base with the "day" vampire community, and while he'd picked up a jumpy vibe, he thought that had more to do with the aftermath of the battle than their victim. "Let's enjoy this dinner," he'd said after the two of them swapped information. "The clubs won't hit their stride till around eleven, and I can't think of any other way to move forward at this point."

Neither could Ashwini.

Now, she stroked her hand down the paintwork of his car, the black holding a faint s.h.i.+mmer that made the car appear a living shadow. "I can't believe you had this all the time."

He'd told her it had been garaged in Louisiana, that he'd hired a special truck to drop it off in New York. "n.o.body," he'd said, "drives her but me."

Ashwini could understand his covetous air. This was one s.e.xy machine. "How much did it cost?" She'd never thought of Janvier as rich, but he had to be-he was very, very smart, and the smart vamps always ended up wealthy.

"Don't worry, cher." A lazy drawl that licked over her like a full-body kiss. "I can keep you in the style to which I intend you'll become accustomed."

"Such dreams you have, sugar." She patted his cheek, to his grin, before reaching inside the car and to the footwell where she'd stored the gift Naasir had bought Elena. She couldn't wait to see the look on her fellow hunter's face. "Here," she said, careful to keep her body in the way of the windows as she pa.s.sed it over to the vampire.

His hands touched hers as he took the present, but her ability only reacted with a bemused shrug. It didn't know what to make of Naasir, which was fine with her. The lack permitted her to be friends with him without worry.

Looking at him, she shook her head.

Even though he'd been riding on top of the car-the maniac-the heavy silver silk of his hair had fallen back around his face in straight strands cut with a choppiness that suited him, and he looked far more civilized than she'd expected. He'd dressed in black pants and a black s.h.i.+rt, with an ankle-length black coat, the stark shade throwing his hair and eyes into sharp focus.

Janvier, by contrast, was in jeans and a thin, oat-colored sweater below his battered leather jacket. She could see the edge of a white T-s.h.i.+rt beneath the sweater. Around his neck was a burgundy scarf knit with a wool-angora blend. She'd sent it to him after the Atlanta operation, and this wasn't the first time she'd seen it around his neck-if he wore a scarf, it was this one.

As she wore the sapphire pendant he'd given her. Right against her skin.

"You better go first," Janvier said to Naasir. "Montgomery's opening the door."

Cradling his gift protectively in his arms, Naasir walked up to the door. "h.e.l.lo, Montgomery."

"It is a pleasure to have you here, sir." The butler's plummy accent held real affection.

"I promise not to claw up the furniture."

"That would be most welcome," Montgomery responded, without a hitch in his butlerish tone. "Sir, Guild Hunter."

Nodding a greeting, Ashwini stepped inside to find Elena and Raphael heading toward them. She continued to have trouble comprehending how Elena could trust herself to someone that deadly and ruthless. Eyes of an excruciatingly pure blue and hair of a black darker than midnight, the Archangel of New York was in no way human, the power that pulsed off him a violent storm.

A touch on her lower back, Janvier's hand anchoring her in the present when she would've been sucked into the vortex that was Raphael's more than thousand years of life, her ability stretching out toward him like a child afraid of fire but wanting to touch it all the same. Drawing in a breath that was jagged inside her, she didn't tell Janvier to break contact, the heat of his body a talisman against her own out-of-control mind.

In front of them, Naasir bowed his head. "Sire, Consort."

Elena sighed in silent relief when she realized Naasir was holding nothing more dangerous than a potted plant, the pot wrapped in pretty foil paper. "It's nice to see you, Naasir," she said, touching Raphael's mind with her own at the same time. The others will be disappointed. I think they were expecting something outrageous.

"This is for you." Naasir handed her the plant. "I thank you for the gracious invitation to your home."

The hairs rose on the back of her neck at the pristine civility of the words, the tiger-on-the-hunt scent of him at odds with the sophisticated vampire who stood in front of her. "Thank you," she managed to say, wondering if she'd offended him somehow. Instinct told her Naasir was this polite only to people he didn't like.

"If Jessamy asks, tell her I followed the rules." A feral grin.

Oh. "I will." Glancing down, she focused on the plant in her arms. It was unusual, the red heart of the open pods lined with what appeared to be tiny barbs. Intrigued, she touched a careful finger to the red . . . and it tried to eat her.

Naasir laughed when she jumped, but it wasn't a mean laugh. Coming up beside her, he said, "It took me hours and hours to find one in your city." Pride in every word, he ran his finger over another open pod.

When the flower snapped its teeth at him, he snapped his own back. "It only eats small things."

Elena was beyond fascinated. "Like insects?"

His eyes lighting up at her obvious interest, Naasir nodded. "If you put it in your greenhouse, it'll eat any insects that bother your other plants."

Elena wasn't sure she had any insects in her greenhouse. Raphael, where do we get food for this plant? She'd never had a carnivorous greenhouse guest before.

It is your gift, hunter mine.

Thanks a lot. But she remained fascinated by the plant as unique as the vampire who'd given it to her. "Should we go put it in the greenhouse now, so it's warm?"

Naasir nodded. "It's like me; it doesn't enjoy the cold."

First, though, Elena took it inside to show the others. The gift was a hit.

Heading outside afterward, past an unfl.u.s.tered Montgomery, Elena didn't bother to put on her coat. It was freezing out, but the greenhouse wasn't far. Naasir prowled beside her, his nostrils flaring at the cold scents, the bitter night air. "Caliane is lonely," he said without warning.

Elena almost stumbled. Righting herself, she carried on along the lamplit pathway toward the greenhouse, the grow lamps within giving it a welcoming glow. "Lonely?"

The silver strands of Naasir's hair moved like liquid mercury when he nodded. "When she lived in the world before, Raphael was nearby. Now he is far from her, across an ocean, and the time she had with him at the ball did not ease her need."

If there was one thing about Caliane that Elena had never doubted, it was the Ancient's love for her son. "Can she leave her territory right now?" Amanat was a heartbeat away from Lijuan's homeland in angelic terms.

"It may be the best time. Lijuan's people are looking inward-they've put up defenses and are hunkered down behind them."

"I'll speak to Raphael." The idea of having her Ancient mother-in-law over for a visit didn't exactly make her want to jump for joy, but Caliane had appeared to be thawing toward her during their last meeting, so maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe. "Thank you for telling me."

Naasir pressed his nose against the gla.s.s of the greenhouse before following her inside. She settled the carnivorous plant away from the others, not sure it wouldn't decide to change diets, and turned to find the vampire standing in the aisle with a worried frown on his face. "Are you sure you'll have enough insects?"

"Yes. I'll take care of it, I promise." A plant was a plant, even if this one had a slightly different diet. "I like plants." And plants liked her back . . . more and more these days. She'd managed to baby an incredibly delicate fern back to life after it collapsed into limp brown strands as a result of her abandonment during the battle.

Then again, the plant's recovery had probably been sheer luck.

It sat healthy and happy and green to the right, next to a cheerful pansy that had attracted Naasir. The vampire touched his fingers to the soft purple petals of the flower, stroking as if he liked the velvety texture.

"Here," she said, showing him another plant. "You can eat it." Breaking off a flower, she gave it to him.

He bit carefully, chewed. "I don't understand why people eat plants," was his succinct response, but he finished off the flower as they headed back. "We will spar?"

"I've been looking forward to it." Fast and unorthodox, he'd be an excellent opponent from whom to learn. "Though we'll have to have ground rules."

He scowled. "You said cheating was okay."

"It is-for me. Raphael's an archangel. You're a centuries-old vampire." Elena wasn't sure of Naasir's exact age, but she had the feeling it had to be around the six- or seven-hundred mark. "I'm not as strong as you." Raphael had told her she had to be blunt with Naasir.

He is highly intelligent, but he becomes frustrated with too much subtlety. That doesn't mean he isn't capable of understanding it-but that he gets annoyed with people who force such subtleties on him.

Tonight, Naasir looked at her with the silver eyes that held such wildness her senses kept telling her he was nothing known, nothing understood. "I could break your neck without effort," he said, as if simply stating a fact. "The sire would not like that."

"Neither would I." Her dry response made him grin, fangs flas.h.i.+ng. "I say we do a couple of practice runs so you can gauge your strength against mine." Elena liked sparring with those stronger than her; it was the only way to get better. Their enemies sure as h.e.l.l didn't go easy on her because she was significantly weaker than the average adult angel.

But, she had to be smart about it. No use being too proud and ending up dead because Naasir didn't realize he wasn't dealing with a warrior angel his own age. "How about tomorrow?"

"I will ask Janvier if he and his hunter need help with their hunt."

Elena felt her body tense again at the horror of what had been done to the Little Italy victim, at the idea that Lijuan might somehow have left a taint in their city. "I really wish the wicked witch would take a dive straight into h.e.l.l."

"Did Raphael tell you I once tried to bite her?"

"No." Eyes wide, she turned to face him. "What happened?"

"I was a child. She laughed because she thought I was joking." He shrugged. "I wasn't-I wanted to kill her because she smelled like bad meat. Wrong."

"In that case," Elena said, "we'll soon be best friends."

Naasir wrapped his arm around her neck, his very sharp teeth close to her ear as he said, "You smell good, Ellie." A tiny bite, playful rather than serious. "Do you think Janvier smells his hunter?"

Elena smiled at the whisper and decided to set aside thoughts of Lijuan and the death the insane archangel left in her wake. Tonight it was about loyalty, about friends.h.i.+p, and about the ties that bound them all to one another, angel, vampire, and mortal. "I hope so."

Janvier watched Ashwini perch on the arm of the chair where Honor had taken a seat, Ash's long, long legs clad in black jeans and her eyes bright as she listened to something Mahiya was saying to them both. His hunter appeared in good spirits despite her lack of success at unearthing a clue, but he'd felt the screaming tension in her when they'd first walked into the house. Others might've identified her response as fear at the proximity to an archangel but he knew different.

It was the history Raphael carried in his bones. At a thousand five hundred years old-give or take a decade or two-Raphael was young in relation to the other archangels. Lijuan was rumored to be ten thousand years old, while no one knew Caliane's true age; Janvier had heard guesses that went from two hundred and fifty thousand years old to double that. He couldn't imagine living that long-it made him better understand why older angels chose to Sleep for eons and why some vampires settled on a peaceful goodnight.