Archangels Kiss by Nalini Singh
Page 46
The ball was held outdoors in a massive courtyard framed by low buildings full of light, food, and musicians, the hypnotic strains of theehru lingering in the air. Looking around, Elena couldnt do anything but admire the stunning simplicity of it all - the thin, rectangular paving stones beneath the revelers feet had been washed until they gleamed a creamy white, the entire area lit with delicate lanterns in a thousand different hues, their light reflecting off the star-studded night sky.
Cherry blossom trees in full bloom - impossible - spread their lush pink arms over the courtiers, their limbs twined with lights that twinkled like diamonds. Elena picked a single perfect blossom from her hair. "I can feel the truth whispering beneath," she said, scenting the barest hint of rot, of death, "but on the surface, its magical. "
"A queen keeps a court that is spoken about. A goddess keeps a court that is never forgotten. "
Wings filled her vision as angel after angel flew down for a graceful landing, all of them dressed in clothing that accentuated loveliness beyond mortal ken. Even the vampires, their own faces a study in the most sensual symmetry, stood enthralled. The few mortals whod been invited or brought as dates fought not to stare, but it was a losing battle.
Elena might have had the same reaction - had she not been standing next to the most compelling man in the room. Raphael had chosen to wear black tonight, the severe color throwing his eyes into vivid focus. He was at once a being of unearthly beauty and a warrior king who wouldnt hesitate to spill blood.
"I didnt expect her to attend. "
Following his gaze, she saw Neha, a queen dressed in a silk sari of unembellished white, her hair pulled off her face in an austere bun. Those dark eyes burned with hatred as she stared at Michaela.
Michaela appeared unconcerned, her body caressed by an exquisite ankle-length gown in the colors of sunset, her fingers curled around Dahariels forearm. The male angel wasnt smiling, his expression as detached as that of the predator brought to mind by his wings.
But there was no mistaking the sexual heat between the two.
Elena looked away, her eyes colliding with Nehas as the Archangel of India glimpsed her and Raphael. Elena froze at the contact. What lived in Neha was older than civilization, a cold, cold creature without soul or sentience. She watched, her blood turning to ice as Neha began to move toward them with jerky footsteps quite unlike her usual sensual grace.
Wings rustled as Aodhan and Jason emerged out of the night to flank them.
Neha ignored everyone but Raphael. "I will forgive you, Raphael. " Flat, toneless words.
"Anoushka broke our greatest law. For that, she died. "
Raphael stayed silent as Neha turned and left without another word, heading toward a circle of vampires with brown eyes and skin that spoke of an ancient land of heat and a sleek, hidden violence, much like the tigers that prowled its forests.
"How much," Elena said, withdrawing her hand from its position over the butt of her gun, "of that did she actually mean?"
"None and all. "Neha will act as an archangel, but hate is a poison in her soul.
Releasing the breath she hadnt been aware of holding, Elena let her gaze drift forward, to the steps that led up to what was, without question, a throne. Lijuan sat on a masterfully carved chair of what was almost certainly ivory. Three men stood beside her - Xi, with his wings of red on gray; a Chinese vampire with a flawless face; and the reborn whod served Elena and Raphael that first night. But he was no longer the sole one of his kind.
They stood on the edges of the crowd, a silent army with eyes that tracked all movement.
There was an odd sheen to their gaze, a hunger that made her instincts rise in warning.
Flesh, she thought, remembering the report shed read sitting in Jessamys sunny classroom, they lived on flesh. "Her reborn surround us," she said, wondering how the other guests couldnt smell the rot, the musty smell of a grave desecrated.
Raphael didnt shift his gaze off Lijuan, but his words told her he was conscious of everything around them. "An angel without wings is a creature maimed, prey brought to ground. "
She took a deep breath, mind awash with the images of that sunset in the wildflower garden, Illiums sword a silver blur as he amputated the wings of Michaelas guard. It was instinct to tighten her own wings even further before turning her attention toward the throne once more.
To find Lijuan looking straight at her.
Even from this far away, Elena felt the bone-crushing impact of that gaze. She wasnt surprised when the archangel rose, and the gathering fell silent.
"Tonight," Lijuan said, her voice carrying effortlessly on the eerily warm air currents,
"we celebrate a new beginning for our race, the Making of an angel. "
Heads turned, following Lijuans gaze, until Elena felt the weight of stares from every side. Some were curious, some angry, others malevolent. And one . . . Her nape prickled. Evil. It stroked over her, a malignant kiss she wanted to reject with every breath in her. But she stayed silent, unmoving. Let them think her unaware, let them believe her an easy target.
"Elena," Lijuan continued, beginning to move down the steps and toward them, "is a unique creation, an immortal with a mortal heart. " The crowd parted in front of her, watching her progress . . . except for an awestruck human/vampire couple who didnt get out of the way fast enough. "Adrian. " It was less than a whisper.
The reborn male - the one with skin that spoke of the savannah - tore out the human womans heart, sinking his fangs into her neck at almost the same instant to tear open her jugular. She was still standing when Adrian reached over to rip out the males throat, wrenching the vampires body apart with his hands until the unfortunate male was nothing but a pile of discarded meat. The dead human female lay beside the lumps of flesh, steam rising from the viscera as Adrian - hesitating for a second, as if tempted to lick up the blood that had soaked into his skin - took out a handkerchief and began to wipe off the mess.
Moving past the butchered couple as if nothing had happened, Lijuan came to stand in front of Elena. "That mortal heart, some would say, is a weakness that will steal the gift Raphael has given you. "
"Better a mortal heart," Elena said in a quiet voice, "than a heart that feels nothing at all. "
A smile, almost girlish, and all the more terrible for it. "Well said, Elena. Well said. " A single clap of her hands, an unspoken command. "To mark this occasion, this meeting between the ancient and the barely born, Id like to present you with a remembrance - a gift from the old to the new, one so special, so unique, that I have kept it hidden even from my own court. "
The pain caused by Lijuans last gift was still a burn on her soul, but Elena steeled her spine, held her place, knowing this was a test she had to pass - or shed be discounted for the rest of her existence as nothing but Raphaels once-mortal toy.
"Phillip. " A glance at the Chinese vampire with that heartbreakingly beautiful face.
Phillip melted away into the crowd.
"It will be but a moment. " Lijuan turned her attention to Raphael. "How is Keir? I havent seen him in centuries. "
It was an attempt at small talk but it fell oddly flat, as if Lijuan was putting on a mask that didnt quite fit. Elena heard Raphael respond, but her eyes were locked on the shadows where Phillip had disappeared, her heart pounding one sluggish beat at a time as a single drop of sweat rolled down her back.
The evil whispered nearer with every beat that passed, until she could almost taste it on her tongue.
Dirt, that sweet rot that accompanied all of the reborn.
A spice for which she had no name, a hint of ginger, warm golden sunlight.
She knew what the horror would be before Phillip reappeared with a handsome mahogany-haired man whod been blessed with eyes of darkest brown, eyes that invited a woman into temptation. Hed been a movie star before being Made. Young girls had put posters of him on their bedroom walls, giggled as they whispered his
name.
His eyes locked with hers.
"Come here, little hunter. Taste. "
The words were a husky whisper inside her head, a thousand screams rolled into one.
She knew Lijuan was speaking to her, but all she heard was that singsong voice that had haunted her for almost two decades.
"Run, run, run. " A giggling parody of Aris dying attempt to help Elena. "She wont run.
She likes it, you see. "
Elena felt the nightmare spiraling out beneath her, a bottomless pit from which she might never escape. It sucked at her, tinged with the laughter in the monsters eyes, the nauseating joy in his expression - as if they were bound,as if he had a claim on her . She felt her legs begin to tremble, her heart jerk as she found herself back on that floor, scrabbling back on bloody tiles with hands that kept slipping, kept holding her prisoner. It was wet, cold, but Aris eyes -
A rush of rain in her head, untainted and strong, a scent that thundered of the sea, of the wind. Elena, I stand with you.
It was a sudden, sharp realization flavored with the relentless strength of the tide - she wasnt alone in that room. Not anymore. Buoyed by that truth, she stepped back from the abyss, walked into the present, and saw the repugnance that was Slater Patalis standing beside Lijuan.
The vee of his shirt revealed smooth, unblemished skin, free of the ugly scar created by theY incision cut into his flesh during the autopsy performed by a Guild pathologist.
Elena had watched the video over and over, until shed convinced herself that he was dead. It had been too little justice for what hed stolen from her, but ithad been justice.
Lijuan had no right to erase that, no right to use Belles and Aris deaths as part of a game that would hold Lijuans interest for no more than a flicker of time.
Her entire body filled with anger, clean and bright. It sang with a kind of purity shed never before known. The monster was smiling while her sisters lay dead in their graves, while her mothers body hung forever in the wall of her mind, creating a shadow shed never forget.
Her spine turned to iron forged in the fires of grief. "Aodhan," she said, knowing Lijuan wouldnt guess her intent - wouldnt imagine shed dare, "would you mind kneeling for a second?"
The angel went down in a graceful kneeling position an instant later, his head bowed . . .
to allow her to reach the swords that lay flush against the center of his back. Sliding one lethally sharp blade from its sheath, she sliced off Slater Pataliss grinning head with a single clean stroke, her strength fueled by decades-old anguish.
Blood fountained in an arterial spray that wet her face, turned the cherry blossoms black, but she was already shoving the blade into his heart and twisting it into so much pulp. His twitching body fell to the ground with a thud as she removed the red-slick blade. "Will she be able to make him rise from this?" she asked Raphael, her voice without inflection, without mercy. Slater didnt deserve her emotions, didnt deserve anything but the cold hand of a long-delayed justice.
"Perhaps. " Blue fire ringed Raphaels hand. "But this should ensure a permanent death. "
A dark gray ash replaced what had remained of the worst killer vampire in living memory.
The entire thing had only taken a few seconds. Still holding the sword, she met Lijuans eyes. "My apologies," she said through the heavy blanket of silence, "but the gift wasnt to my taste. "
The ball was held outdoors in a massive courtyard framed by low buildings full of light, food, and musicians, the hypnotic strains of theehru lingering in the air. Looking around, Elena couldnt do anything but admire the stunning simplicity of it all - the thin, rectangular paving stones beneath the revelers feet had been washed until they gleamed a creamy white, the entire area lit with delicate lanterns in a thousand different hues, their light reflecting off the star-studded night sky.
Cherry blossom trees in full bloom - impossible - spread their lush pink arms over the courtiers, their limbs twined with lights that twinkled like diamonds. Elena picked a single perfect blossom from her hair. "I can feel the truth whispering beneath," she said, scenting the barest hint of rot, of death, "but on the surface, its magical. "
"A queen keeps a court that is spoken about. A goddess keeps a court that is never forgotten. "
Wings filled her vision as angel after angel flew down for a graceful landing, all of them dressed in clothing that accentuated loveliness beyond mortal ken. Even the vampires, their own faces a study in the most sensual symmetry, stood enthralled. The few mortals whod been invited or brought as dates fought not to stare, but it was a losing battle.
Elena might have had the same reaction - had she not been standing next to the most compelling man in the room. Raphael had chosen to wear black tonight, the severe color throwing his eyes into vivid focus. He was at once a being of unearthly beauty and a warrior king who wouldnt hesitate to spill blood.
"I didnt expect her to attend. "
Following his gaze, she saw Neha, a queen dressed in a silk sari of unembellished white, her hair pulled off her face in an austere bun. Those dark eyes burned with hatred as she stared at Michaela.
Michaela appeared unconcerned, her body caressed by an exquisite ankle-length gown in the colors of sunset, her fingers curled around Dahariels forearm. The male angel wasnt smiling, his expression as detached as that of the predator brought to mind by his wings.
But there was no mistaking the sexual heat between the two.
Elena looked away, her eyes colliding with Nehas as the Archangel of India glimpsed her and Raphael. Elena froze at the contact. What lived in Neha was older than civilization, a cold, cold creature without soul or sentience. She watched, her blood turning to ice as Neha began to move toward them with jerky footsteps quite unlike her usual sensual grace.
Wings rustled as Aodhan and Jason emerged out of the night to flank them.
Neha ignored everyone but Raphael. "I will forgive you, Raphael. " Flat, toneless words.
"Anoushka broke our greatest law. For that, she died. "
Raphael stayed silent as Neha turned and left without another word, heading toward a circle of vampires with brown eyes and skin that spoke of an ancient land of heat and a sleek, hidden violence, much like the tigers that prowled its forests.
"How much," Elena said, withdrawing her hand from its position over the butt of her gun, "of that did she actually mean?"
"None and all. "Neha will act as an archangel, but hate is a poison in her soul.
Releasing the breath she hadnt been aware of holding, Elena let her gaze drift forward, to the steps that led up to what was, without question, a throne. Lijuan sat on a masterfully carved chair of what was almost certainly ivory. Three men stood beside her - Xi, with his wings of red on gray; a Chinese vampire with a flawless face; and the reborn whod served Elena and Raphael that first night. But he was no longer the sole one of his kind.
They stood on the edges of the crowd, a silent army with eyes that tracked all movement.
There was an odd sheen to their gaze, a hunger that made her instincts rise in warning.
Flesh, she thought, remembering the report shed read sitting in Jessamys sunny classroom, they lived on flesh. "Her reborn surround us," she said, wondering how the other guests couldnt smell the rot, the musty smell of a grave desecrated.
Raphael didnt shift his gaze off Lijuan, but his words told her he was conscious of everything around them. "An angel without wings is a creature maimed, prey brought to ground. "
She took a deep breath, mind awash with the images of that sunset in the wildflower garden, Illiums sword a silver blur as he amputated the wings of Michaelas guard. It was instinct to tighten her own wings even further before turning her attention toward the throne once more.
To find Lijuan looking straight at her.
Even from this far away, Elena felt the bone-crushing impact of that gaze. She wasnt surprised when the archangel rose, and the gathering fell silent.
"Tonight," Lijuan said, her voice carrying effortlessly on the eerily warm air currents,
"we celebrate a new beginning for our race, the Making of an angel. "
Heads turned, following Lijuans gaze, until Elena felt the weight of stares from every side. Some were curious, some angry, others malevolent. And one . . . Her nape prickled. Evil. It stroked over her, a malignant kiss she wanted to reject with every breath in her. But she stayed silent, unmoving. Let them think her unaware, let them believe her an easy target.
"Elena," Lijuan continued, beginning to move down the steps and toward them, "is a unique creation, an immortal with a mortal heart. " The crowd parted in front of her, watching her progress . . . except for an awestruck human/vampire couple who didnt get out of the way fast enough. "Adrian. " It was less than a whisper.
The reborn male - the one with skin that spoke of the savannah - tore out the human womans heart, sinking his fangs into her neck at almost the same instant to tear open her jugular. She was still standing when Adrian reached over to rip out the males throat, wrenching the vampires body apart with his hands until the unfortunate male was nothing but a pile of discarded meat. The dead human female lay beside the lumps of flesh, steam rising from the viscera as Adrian - hesitating for a second, as if tempted to lick up the blood that had soaked into his skin - took out a handkerchief and began to wipe off the mess.
Moving past the butchered couple as if nothing had happened, Lijuan came to stand in front of Elena. "That mortal heart, some would say, is a weakness that will steal the gift Raphael has given you. "
"Better a mortal heart," Elena said in a quiet voice, "than a heart that feels nothing at all. "
A smile, almost girlish, and all the more terrible for it. "Well said, Elena. Well said. " A single clap of her hands, an unspoken command. "To mark this occasion, this meeting between the ancient and the barely born, Id like to present you with a remembrance - a gift from the old to the new, one so special, so unique, that I have kept it hidden even from my own court. "
The pain caused by Lijuans last gift was still a burn on her soul, but Elena steeled her spine, held her place, knowing this was a test she had to pass - or shed be discounted for the rest of her existence as nothing but Raphaels once-mortal toy.
"Phillip. " A glance at the Chinese vampire with that heartbreakingly beautiful face.
Phillip melted away into the crowd.
"It will be but a moment. " Lijuan turned her attention to Raphael. "How is Keir? I havent seen him in centuries. "
It was an attempt at small talk but it fell oddly flat, as if Lijuan was putting on a mask that didnt quite fit. Elena heard Raphael respond, but her eyes were locked on the shadows where Phillip had disappeared, her heart pounding one sluggish beat at a time as a single drop of sweat rolled down her back.
The evil whispered nearer with every beat that passed, until she could almost taste it on her tongue.
Dirt, that sweet rot that accompanied all of the reborn.
A spice for which she had no name, a hint of ginger, warm golden sunlight.
She knew what the horror would be before Phillip reappeared with a handsome mahogany-haired man whod been blessed with eyes of darkest brown, eyes that invited a woman into temptation. Hed been a movie star before being Made. Young girls had put posters of him on their bedroom walls, giggled as they whispered his
His eyes locked with hers.
"Come here, little hunter. Taste. "
The words were a husky whisper inside her head, a thousand screams rolled into one.
She knew Lijuan was speaking to her, but all she heard was that singsong voice that had haunted her for almost two decades.
"Run, run, run. " A giggling parody of Aris dying attempt to help Elena. "She wont run.
She likes it, you see. "
Elena felt the nightmare spiraling out beneath her, a bottomless pit from which she might never escape. It sucked at her, tinged with the laughter in the monsters eyes, the nauseating joy in his expression - as if they were bound,as if he had a claim on her . She felt her legs begin to tremble, her heart jerk as she found herself back on that floor, scrabbling back on bloody tiles with hands that kept slipping, kept holding her prisoner. It was wet, cold, but Aris eyes -
A rush of rain in her head, untainted and strong, a scent that thundered of the sea, of the wind. Elena, I stand with you.
It was a sudden, sharp realization flavored with the relentless strength of the tide - she wasnt alone in that room. Not anymore. Buoyed by that truth, she stepped back from the abyss, walked into the present, and saw the repugnance that was Slater Patalis standing beside Lijuan.
The vee of his shirt revealed smooth, unblemished skin, free of the ugly scar created by theY incision cut into his flesh during the autopsy performed by a Guild pathologist.
Elena had watched the video over and over, until shed convinced herself that he was dead. It had been too little justice for what hed stolen from her, but ithad been justice.
Lijuan had no right to erase that, no right to use Belles and Aris deaths as part of a game that would hold Lijuans interest for no more than a flicker of time.
Her entire body filled with anger, clean and bright. It sang with a kind of purity shed never before known. The monster was smiling while her sisters lay dead in their graves, while her mothers body hung forever in the wall of her mind, creating a shadow shed never forget.
Her spine turned to iron forged in the fires of grief. "Aodhan," she said, knowing Lijuan wouldnt guess her intent - wouldnt imagine shed dare, "would you mind kneeling for a second?"
The angel went down in a graceful kneeling position an instant later, his head bowed . . .
to allow her to reach the swords that lay flush against the center of his back. Sliding one lethally sharp blade from its sheath, she sliced off Slater Pataliss grinning head with a single clean stroke, her strength fueled by decades-old anguish.
Blood fountained in an arterial spray that wet her face, turned the cherry blossoms black, but she was already shoving the blade into his heart and twisting it into so much pulp. His twitching body fell to the ground with a thud as she removed the red-slick blade. "Will she be able to make him rise from this?" she asked Raphael, her voice without inflection, without mercy. Slater didnt deserve her emotions, didnt deserve anything but the cold hand of a long-delayed justice.
"Perhaps. " Blue fire ringed Raphaels hand. "But this should ensure a permanent death. "
A dark gray ash replaced what had remained of the worst killer vampire in living memory.
The entire thing had only taken a few seconds. Still holding the sword, she met Lijuans eyes. "My apologies," she said through the heavy blanket of silence, "but the gift wasnt to my taste. "