Last Blood
Mal growled. “Are you trying to say I tainted her?”
“Mal.” She turned slightly and rested her hand on his chest, trying to stave off the sudden spark of fear that he might challenge Michael. And lose.
“You cannot pretend not to understand the ramifications of the two of you being together.” The sudden fierceness in Michael’s eyes erased all previous softness. “I am the leader of the heavenly armies. Even the appearance that I might be acquainted with a child of my fallen brethren is unthinkable.” He held up his hand when Mal opened his mouth. “Your child, however, will know me. And you will never be without whatever protection I can manage.”
He turned to look back at the Garden. “Although I don’t imagine you’ll need much of that now.” His gaze landed on Mal again. “I know you love her. Take the utmost care of her and this child she will soon give you.”
“Or what?” Mal asked, challenge ripe in his question. “You’ll kill me?”
Michael spread his wings, blocking out the view of the garden behind him. “No.” He smiled and nodded at Chrysabelle. “She’ll do that herself.”
Mal snorted and the tension between them dissipated. “Duly noted. It’s not like she hasn’t already tried.”
Chrysabelle exhaled. She’d never felt quite so exhausted. “Thank you for telling me who you are. And for everything else.” She glanced at Lilith, still being entertained by Eae, and a thought occurred to her. “If I’m never going to see you again, there is one thing I’d like to ask of you. A favor.”
Michael thought for a moment, then nodded. “What do you desire?”
She tilted her head toward the Garden. “The fruit that turned Lilith into a child again… would it restore the humanity to any vampire in a similar situation?”
He shook his head. “It will not work for Malkolm.”
“I’m not asking for him.”
Michael thought for a moment, glancing back at Lilith and Eae. Then he nodded. “It would.”
“Would you allow me just this once to take one with me? I give you my solemn vow it will be used for the purpose intended and nothing else.”
“If it isn’t, that person’s life will be forfeit.”
“Understood.”
He held out his hand to her. In his palm appeared one of the gleaming black apples. “This will be one more secret between us.”
She smiled and took the apple. “Thank you, Father.”
Michael stepped back and lifted his eyes skyward for a moment before nodding at her. “Peace be with you.” He glanced at Eae, shifting their attention to the guardian. “Peace to you.”
“Peace to you,” the other angel responded, enfolding Lilith in his wings at the same time as a burst of lightning and booming thunderclap shattered the silence. Chrysabelle cringed at the sudden noise. When she looked up, Michael was gone.
Eae opened his wings and Lilith giggled. Apparently, he’d shielded her from Michael’s raucous departure.
Mal’s cool fingers laced through hers. “You okay? That was a lot of heavy information.”
“I’m fine.” Mostly she was. Processing everything Michael had told her might take a few days. Her father was an angel. Not just an angel, the archangel. She was about to make the leader of Heaven’s army a grandfather. With a half-vampire child. Heavy didn’t begin to cover what she was feeling.
“You think Lilith will remember any of this?”
“I don’t know. If she does, someone’s going to have to explain it to her someday.”
Mal squeezed her hand. “This was one strange trip for all of us. And considering the things we’ve seen, that’s saying something.”
“Mm-hmm.” Her hand went to her belly as a spell of light-headedness made her wobble.
Mal caught her in his arms as she leaned into him. “What’s wrong? You just went white. Are you sick? Is it the baby?”
“I’m just tired is all. Growing the first human-angel-vampire hybrid isn’t easy.”
He smiled, then quickly wiped it off his face when she scowled at him. “I can’t imagine it is.” He picked her up in his arms, something she’d normally protest, but normally, she didn’t feel like she was on the verge of passing out. “Where’s that portal?”
Eae stepped forward, holding Lilith’s hand, and pointed. “Under the sand.”
“Thanks.” Mal leaned down and put his mouth to her ear. “Let’s go home, mama. For good this time.”
She smiled as her eyelids drooped. “Best idea you’ve had.”
“Doppelgangers are extinct,” Doc said. Maybe they should have looked at those files. Vernadetto might have something mental going on.
“Are you sure?” Fi asked. “What is a doppelganger? Like that evil twin thing?” She glanced at Vernadetto. “Are you evil? You don’t seem evil.”
“No, I’m not evil and doppelgangers are not extinct. Not that it matters.” The man lowered his head. “I should go.”
Doc wasn’t about to let him drop this bomb and leave. “You can’t just tell us doppelgangers exist, you are one, and then split. You owe us some kind of explanation.”
With a long exhale, Vernadetto leaned back and put the envelope next to him. “I know doppelgangers are real because I come from a long line of them. My family has done everything in its power to kill the line. We don’t marry other varcolai. We do our best not to reproduce. And we never, ever let the change take over.”