Archangels Kiss by Nalini Singh
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"Aw, come on, Mom. Its all the rage. "
"It might be all the rage,mon ange, but youll be grounded for a month if your father sees your butt hanging out of those shorts. "
"Mom!"
Elena remembered sitting at the kitchen table, giggling, as her long-legged fifteen-year-old sister stomped upstairs to change. Across the table, Beth, too little at five to really understand, had giggled with her.
"And you two little monsters, eat your fruit. "
Her heart twisted at the memory of her mothers uniquely accented voice; her fingers rose to her cheek, searching for the faded echo of Marguerites kiss. "Mama. " It came out a broken whisper, a childs plea.
Thered been so much blood later. Elena had slipped, fallen hard. And heard Belles dying breaths as she met Aris horror-filled eyes. Even then, her sister had been trying to protect her, trying to tell her to run, her voice a gurgle as blood filled her throat. But Slater Patalis hadnt been interested in killing Elena. Hed other plans for her.
"Sweet little hunter. "
Jerking off the water, Elena stepped out and dried herself off with a concentrated kind of focus. She snapped out her wings like shed seen Raphael do, then gasped at the pain that radiated down her back. Embracing the pulses of hurt because they broke the endless loop of memory, she dressed in workout gear - loose black exercise pants with a white stripe down the sides, and a severe black tank with a built-in bra.
As with all the clothing shed found in the wardrobe that was hers, it had clearly been designed with wings in mind, the tank pulled tight at the halter neck, and having three panels - one on each side of her wings, the other down the middle of her back - that looped into a wide strap she wrapped around her waist then locked at the sides using adjustable clasps. Extra support was provided by boning around the breast area. Satisfied her body wouldnt distract her from what she needed to learn, she plaited the damp mass of her pale hair into a braid close to her skull.
Then, unused to leaving things a mess, she made the bed - stuffing the letter in a drawer - and walked out. The bedroom, with its walls of glass, was connected to the large living area shed already used. Across the hallway outside the living area lay what appeared to be an office and a small but well-appointed library, both with clear walls that brought the mountains inside. Books filled the low shelves, some old, some new, but shed also glimpsed a sophisticated computer station. It all sat at the very top of the stronghold, above the soaring central core. More living quarters spread out below, rooms for the Seven, other angels and vampires. But the top wing was private, Raphaels.
The hallway - which led eventually to stairs cut into the side of the central core - was a symphony of clean lines broken up by the unexpected. A scimitar, ancient runes burned into the blade itself, was mounted on the left wall, the steel gleaming wicked sharp. She could see Dmitri holding that blade, wondered if it had been his once upon a time.
Because Dmitri was old, one of the oldest vampires shed ever met.
A few feet down, a handwoven tapestry covered most of the right wall. Shed spent almost half an hour staring at it yesterday, compelled by something she didnt understand. Now, in spite of her need to get out, to combat the churning in her gut with raw physicality, her feet hesitated, then stopped. There was a story woven within those precise threads, a story she desperately wanted to understand.
The panel showed an angel silhouetted golden against the sun, his face obscured by shadow as he headed downward to a forest village engulfed in flames. Another angel rose up toward him, her hair a rippling fall of black down her back, her wings the purest white Elena had ever seen. The flying strands of her hair hid her face, until she, too, was a shadow. But the faces of the villagers as they writhed in agony . . . each had been woven in exquisite detail, down to the screaming horror in the eyes of a woman who stood trapped as flames licked at her skirts, began to blister the skin of her arm.
Who were the two angels? Were they trying to help the burning? Or were they the reason for the massacre? Most important of all, Elena thought, shivers trailing over her skin, why did Raphael have this disturbing image in a place where he couldnt help but see it almost every single day?
Raphael looked down at the injured vampire, even more sharply conscious of the calculated nature of the insult, the care that had been taken to beat Noel so that his face was so much ground meat - but one eye remained undamaged, a dull blue visible around the swelling caused by his other injuries. His remaining eye was nothing but pulp. His nose was gone, but his lips untouched, perfect in their form.
Below the neck, hed been all but crushed, his bones in so many pieces that some were dust. Raphael had broken a vampire not long ago - punishment for disloyalty. Hed snapped Germaines bones, each with a single move of his hands. It had been a brutal penalty, one Germaine would remember for the rest of his existence, but Raphael had taken no pleasure in it.
Noels attackers had most assuredly taken pleasure in what theyd done, continuing to savage him far beyond the point of sending a message. The brand lay a malignant cancer over the flesh of his breastbone, but their healer, Keir, had also found boot imprints on his back, his face. The dagger hadnt been the sole thing theyd left inside the vampire, either. Shards of glass had been shoved deep into his wounds, where his flesh would grow over them. Hed been battered in other ways, too, his body assaulted by something that had cut and torn. The only mercy was it appeared to have been done after he lost consciousness.
Raphael wouldve liked to be absolutely certain that he wasnt capable of such meaningless viciousness, but part of him wasnt so sure. Nadiel, too, had once been considered the greatest of archangels.
However, one thingwas certain - Raphael would not countenance the slaughter and torture of his people. "Who did this to you?" he asked.
The vampires good eye remained dull. Hed survive, but whether his mind would be the same . . . "I dont know. " The answer was surprisingly clear, so clear that Raphael revised his opinion of Noels chances of a true recovery. "Was jumped. "
"Youre not young," Raphael said, having gotten Noels history from Dmitri. It seemed the vampire was a trusted member of the team that operated below the Seven, a man Dmitri had been planning to bring to Raphaels attention for his intelligence and loyalty.
"You shouldnt have been so easily taken. "
"More than one. Wings. Heard wings. "
Raphael had executed an archangel. He felt no compunction in taking out an angel who sought to make his name by brutalizing those who looked to Raphael. "Markings?"
"I couldnt see. " His good eye shifted toward Raphael. "They took my eyes when the beating started. "
The dullness of the vampires gaze suddenly made sense. The eye hadnt been left undamaged after all - it had simply begun to regenerate before its mate. "Did you sense anything about your attackers?"
"They said I was a message from Elijah. " A cough rasping out of his chest.
Raphael called no archangel friend, but he didnt call Elijah an enemy either. "Male or female?"
"I was half insane by then. " Flat words. "To me it sounded like pure evil. But at least one of them got off on the pain. While they were branding me . . . someone laughed and laughed and laughed. "
Elena was on her way back to shower and change from the training session with Dmitri when something cut through the air with a chilling whistle. She hit the ground hard, smashing one elbow on the stone paving and scraping the palm of her other hand. Her wings escaped damage, but only because shed remembered to fall to her side. The payoff would be a giant bruise on her left flank, a bone-deep pain in her arm.
She lifted her head with hunter cautiousness the instant after she hit the earth, knowing shed be a sitting duck if she didnt move. Sensing nothing, she made the decision to rise to her feet. Even then, all she heard was silence; this part of Raphaels territory was filled with trees that seemed to thrive on the crisp mountain air, no angelic residences within a hundred feet.
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Wondering if shed just given herself a good hard whack for no reason, she began to turn in a slow circle. That whistling noise, it had sounded so much like - Her eye fell on the hilt of a throwing knife still quivering as it lay embedded in the trunk of a tree directly in line with where shed been standing. Limping over on a slightly twisted ankle, she took a sniff of the knife before touching it.
Fur and diamonds and all things good girls shouldnt want.
"Goddamn vampire. " She was so annoyed at herself for having missed him shadowing her that it took her two attempts to pull off the piece of paper wrapped around the hilt and secured with a rubber band.
The message was written in a strong masculine hand, flowing bold and dark.
This is not a Refuge for you. Youre prey. Dont forget.
Chapter 9
Raphael watched Elena walk in, her hand shredded, her foot dragging, and wondered if hed have to kill the leader of his Seven after all.
"I get to kill him," she said, collapsing on a sofa in their living area. "And I plan to enjoy every minute of it. "
Assessing the bloodthirsty expression on her face, he decided hed leave Dmitri to her.
"Does your foot need looking at?"
"It seems to be fixing itself up real fast. " A questioning glance. "My ability to heal has been accelerated?"
"To an extent. Simple scratches and sprains will fade within the day, but, given your recent transition, breaks will still take weeks. "
"Better than months. " She ran her uninjured hand over her face. "I figured you were busy doing archangel stuff. "
Looking at her, bedraggled and beaten, some might have seen weakness. He saw strength, determination, and a will no one could crush. "Ive spoken to Noel. "
"What did he say?" Her expression was grim by the time he finished. "No solid trail for us to follow. "
"No. He was ambushed while alone in one of the less populated sections of Elijahs Refuge territory. " Cross traffic was permitted throughout the city, so long as certain courtesies were observed. "Ive had Jason checking, but hes been unable to find any witnesses. "
"The ambush site?"
"Exposed to the elements. Any trace of their passage is long gone. " Which spoke to some very careful planning. "And Noel was so badly injured, it was impossible to tell whether the ones who took him left anything of their own blood or sweat behind. "
Elena shook her head. "I dont think they did - I wouldve picked up the most minute trace when we first saw him, that area was so clean of scent. What about the shoe prints on his back?"
"Not enough detail - his flesh had already begun to heal. " Raphael was certain that had been deliberate. Not to hide the boot marks, but to ensure the shards of glass were buried deep enough that theyd cause excruciating pain when Noel rose to consciousness.
"How bad is it for him?" A quiet question.
"Brutal. "
She closed her injured hand over her knee, the tendons turning white against the dark gold of her skin. "You give any credence to the Elijah angle?"
"Nothing but an attempt to play me. " If Elijah decided to kill Raphael, he wouldnt waste time on petty games. "Elijah has no desire for conquest. "
"Aw, come on, Mom. Its all the rage. "
"It might be all the rage,mon ange, but youll be grounded for a month if your father sees your butt hanging out of those shorts. "
"Mom!"
Elena remembered sitting at the kitchen table, giggling, as her long-legged fifteen-year-old sister stomped upstairs to change. Across the table, Beth, too little at five to really understand, had giggled with her.
"And you two little monsters, eat your fruit. "
Her heart twisted at the memory of her mothers uniquely accented voice; her fingers rose to her cheek, searching for the faded echo of Marguerites kiss. "Mama. " It came out a broken whisper, a childs plea.
Thered been so much blood later. Elena had slipped, fallen hard. And heard Belles dying breaths as she met Aris horror-filled eyes. Even then, her sister had been trying to protect her, trying to tell her to run, her voice a gurgle as blood filled her throat. But Slater Patalis hadnt been interested in killing Elena. Hed other plans for her.
"Sweet little hunter. "
Jerking off the water, Elena stepped out and dried herself off with a concentrated kind of focus. She snapped out her wings like shed seen Raphael do, then gasped at the pain that radiated down her back. Embracing the pulses of hurt because they broke the endless loop of memory, she dressed in workout gear - loose black exercise pants with a white stripe down the sides, and a severe black tank with a built-in bra.
As with all the clothing shed found in the wardrobe that was hers, it had clearly been designed with wings in mind, the tank pulled tight at the halter neck, and having three panels - one on each side of her wings, the other down the middle of her back - that looped into a wide strap she wrapped around her waist then locked at the sides using adjustable clasps. Extra support was provided by boning around the breast area. Satisfied her body wouldnt distract her from what she needed to learn, she plaited the damp mass of her pale hair into a braid close to her skull.
Then, unused to leaving things a mess, she made the bed - stuffing the letter in a drawer - and walked out. The bedroom, with its walls of glass, was connected to the large living area shed already used. Across the hallway outside the living area lay what appeared to be an office and a small but well-appointed library, both with clear walls that brought the mountains inside. Books filled the low shelves, some old, some new, but shed also glimpsed a sophisticated computer station. It all sat at the very top of the stronghold, above the soaring central core. More living quarters spread out below, rooms for the Seven, other angels and vampires. But the top wing was private, Raphaels.
The hallway - which led eventually to stairs cut into the side of the central core - was a symphony of clean lines broken up by the unexpected. A scimitar, ancient runes burned into the blade itself, was mounted on the left wall, the steel gleaming wicked sharp. She could see Dmitri holding that blade, wondered if it had been his once upon a time.
Because Dmitri was old, one of the oldest vampires shed ever met.
A few feet down, a handwoven tapestry covered most of the right wall. Shed spent almost half an hour staring at it yesterday, compelled by something she didnt understand. Now, in spite of her need to get out, to combat the churning in her gut with raw physicality, her feet hesitated, then stopped. There was a story woven within those precise threads, a story she desperately wanted to understand.
The panel showed an angel silhouetted golden against the sun, his face obscured by shadow as he headed downward to a forest village engulfed in flames. Another angel rose up toward him, her hair a rippling fall of black down her back, her wings the purest white Elena had ever seen. The flying strands of her hair hid her face, until she, too, was a shadow. But the faces of the villagers as they writhed in agony . . . each had been woven in exquisite detail, down to the screaming horror in the eyes of a woman who stood trapped as flames licked at her skirts, began to blister the skin of her arm.
Who were the two angels? Were they trying to help the burning? Or were they the reason for the massacre? Most important of all, Elena thought, shivers trailing over her skin, why did Raphael have this disturbing image in a place where he couldnt help but see it almost every single day?
Raphael looked down at the injured vampire, even more sharply conscious of the calculated nature of the insult, the care that had been taken to beat Noel so that his face was so much ground meat - but one eye remained undamaged, a dull blue visible around the swelling caused by his other injuries. His remaining eye was nothing but pulp. His nose was gone, but his lips untouched, perfect in their form.
Below the neck, hed been all but crushed, his bones in so many pieces that some were dust. Raphael had broken a vampire not long ago - punishment for disloyalty. Hed snapped Germaines bones, each with a single move of his hands. It had been a brutal penalty, one Germaine would remember for the rest of his existence, but Raphael had taken no pleasure in it.
Noels attackers had most assuredly taken pleasure in what theyd done, continuing to savage him far beyond the point of sending a message. The brand lay a malignant cancer over the flesh of his breastbone, but their healer, Keir, had also found boot imprints on his back, his face. The dagger hadnt been the sole thing theyd left inside the vampire, either. Shards of glass had been shoved deep into his wounds, where his flesh would grow over them. Hed been battered in other ways, too, his body assaulted by something that had cut and torn. The only mercy was it appeared to have been done after he lost consciousness.
Raphael wouldve liked to be absolutely certain that he wasnt capable of such meaningless viciousness, but part of him wasnt so sure. Nadiel, too, had once been considered the greatest of archangels.
However, one thingwas certain - Raphael would not countenance the slaughter and torture of his people. "Who did this to you?" he asked.
The vampires good eye remained dull. Hed survive, but whether his mind would be the same . . . "I dont know. " The answer was surprisingly clear, so clear that Raphael revised his opinion of Noels chances of a true recovery. "Was jumped. "
"Youre not young," Raphael said, having gotten Noels history from Dmitri. It seemed the vampire was a trusted member of the team that operated below the Seven, a man Dmitri had been planning to bring to Raphaels attention for his intelligence and loyalty.
"You shouldnt have been so easily taken. "
"More than one. Wings. Heard wings. "
Raphael had executed an archangel. He felt no compunction in taking out an angel who sought to make his name by brutalizing those who looked to Raphael. "Markings?"
"I couldnt see. " His good eye shifted toward Raphael. "They took my eyes when the beating started. "
The dullness of the vampires gaze suddenly made sense. The eye hadnt been left undamaged after all - it had simply begun to regenerate before its mate. "Did you sense anything about your attackers?"
"They said I was a message from Elijah. " A cough rasping out of his chest.
Raphael called no archangel friend, but he didnt call Elijah an enemy either. "Male or female?"
"I was half insane by then. " Flat words. "To me it sounded like pure evil. But at least one of them got off on the pain. While they were branding me . . . someone laughed and laughed and laughed. "
Elena was on her way back to shower and change from the training session with Dmitri when something cut through the air with a chilling whistle. She hit the ground hard, smashing one elbow on the stone paving and scraping the palm of her other hand. Her wings escaped damage, but only because shed remembered to fall to her side. The payoff would be a giant bruise on her left flank, a bone-deep pain in her arm.
She lifted her head with hunter cautiousness the instant after she hit the earth, knowing shed be a sitting duck if she didnt move. Sensing nothing, she made the decision to rise to her feet. Even then, all she heard was silence; this part of Raphaels territory was filled with trees that seemed to thrive on the crisp mountain air, no angelic residences within a hundred feet.
Wondering if shed just given herself a good hard whack for no reason, she began to turn in a slow circle. That whistling noise, it had sounded so much like - Her eye fell on the hilt of a throwing knife still quivering as it lay embedded in the trunk of a tree directly in line with where shed been standing. Limping over on a slightly twisted ankle, she took a sniff of the knife before touching it.
Fur and diamonds and all things good girls shouldnt want.
"Goddamn vampire. " She was so annoyed at herself for having missed him shadowing her that it took her two attempts to pull off the piece of paper wrapped around the hilt and secured with a rubber band.
The message was written in a strong masculine hand, flowing bold and dark.
This is not a Refuge for you. Youre prey. Dont forget.
Chapter 9
Raphael watched Elena walk in, her hand shredded, her foot dragging, and wondered if hed have to kill the leader of his Seven after all.
"I get to kill him," she said, collapsing on a sofa in their living area. "And I plan to enjoy every minute of it. "
Assessing the bloodthirsty expression on her face, he decided hed leave Dmitri to her.
"Does your foot need looking at?"
"It seems to be fixing itself up real fast. " A questioning glance. "My ability to heal has been accelerated?"
"To an extent. Simple scratches and sprains will fade within the day, but, given your recent transition, breaks will still take weeks. "
"Better than months. " She ran her uninjured hand over her face. "I figured you were busy doing archangel stuff. "
Looking at her, bedraggled and beaten, some might have seen weakness. He saw strength, determination, and a will no one could crush. "Ive spoken to Noel. "
"What did he say?" Her expression was grim by the time he finished. "No solid trail for us to follow. "
"No. He was ambushed while alone in one of the less populated sections of Elijahs Refuge territory. " Cross traffic was permitted throughout the city, so long as certain courtesies were observed. "Ive had Jason checking, but hes been unable to find any witnesses. "
"The ambush site?"
"Exposed to the elements. Any trace of their passage is long gone. " Which spoke to some very careful planning. "And Noel was so badly injured, it was impossible to tell whether the ones who took him left anything of their own blood or sweat behind. "
Elena shook her head. "I dont think they did - I wouldve picked up the most minute trace when we first saw him, that area was so clean of scent. What about the shoe prints on his back?"
"Not enough detail - his flesh had already begun to heal. " Raphael was certain that had been deliberate. Not to hide the boot marks, but to ensure the shards of glass were buried deep enough that theyd cause excruciating pain when Noel rose to consciousness.
"How bad is it for him?" A quiet question.
"Brutal. "
She closed her injured hand over her knee, the tendons turning white against the dark gold of her skin. "You give any credence to the Elijah angle?"
"Nothing but an attempt to play me. " If Elijah decided to kill Raphael, he wouldnt waste time on petty games. "Elijah has no desire for conquest. "