Archangel’s Kiss (Guild Hunter #2)(70)
Author: Nalini Singh

"Were your men able to discover anything else?" he asked his spymaster.

"Whatever it is that she kept in that room in her stronghold," the black-winged angel told him, his voice crystal clear, perfectly pitched, "it has been shifted here."

"One of the reborn?"

"Yes, but a special one – extreme care has been taken to protect it on the way here." That perfect pitch altered just enough to telegraph Jason’s revulsion. "There are reports of young women missing along the caravan route."

"She’s feeding her reborn with the living?" Killing humans was no taboo, but for this, in this way . . . it might disgust even Charisemnon.

"We haven’t been able to find any remains to confirm," Jason said. "But the disappearances match the caravan route – and had they wanted the dead, bodies had recently been interred in all the villages."

"Lijuan is considered a goddess," Raphael said, remembering another time, another angel turned god. "The villagers would’ve raised no complaint."

"No." Jason’s jet- black hair, unbound, caught the light as he bent his head, took a deep breath. "That isn’t the worst of it."

"There’s more?" Elena’s voice was openly shocked.

Jason raised his head. "There are rumors, strong rumors, that those mortals in her inner court who weren’t chosen to be Made . . ."

"Dear God," Elena whispered. "They’re asking to be reborn?"

"It seems they are being seduced by the newer reborn," Jason confirmed. "The ones who’re being kept long- term in a physical state akin to life by being fed flesh."

"The young or the old?" Raphael asked.

"Older – but I don’t think that’ll last." Jason shook his head.

"Why?" Elena looked at Raphael, her eyes uncomprehending. "They must know or guess that they’ll likely have much shorter lifespans than if they’d allowed nature to take its course."

Jason answered before Raphael could. "It’s the promise of immortality, the hope that Lijuan will find a way to keep them alive for eternity. Some would give up everything for that."

Elena heard something in that statement, an undercurrent that held a wealth of meaning.

She looked at the angel who was always a shadow, his exotically handsome face inscrutable, his wings a sooty charcoal that let him blend seamlessly into the night. "For the promise?" She shook her head. "I just can’t understand when the reality is that they’d become less than slaves."

"You’ve never chased immortality," Raphael answered. "You don’t comprehend the hunger of those that do."

That made her pause. "Maybe I do," she said, and wished she didn’t. "My brother-in-law loves my sister . . . but he didn’t wait for her to be accepted as a Candidate. He wanted to live forever more than he wanted my sister beside him." And now Beth would grow old while Harry remained forever young.

Harry had vowed to stay beside Beth, and for some reason, Elena believed him. But she wondered ifBeth would accept his devotion. Would her sister’s love survive the knowledge that she’d been second best to immortality, that one day she’d die, leaving Harry to meet someone else, love someone else?

Her gaze locked with Raphael’s, her heart a painful fist in her chest. Because she, too, would have to watch her sister die.

I won’t apologize, Elena. It would be a lie – I couldn’t let you leave me.

The raw honesty of the answer, of the emotion behind it, rocked her.I forget, and then I remember and it hurts all the more.

Beth will turn to dust when her time comes, but she’ll die knowing her children will be watched over by an angel.

She gave a jerky nod, met Jason’s gaze, realizing for the first time that his eyes were black, so black it was almost impossible to distinguish pupil from iris. "Will the courtiers turn against Lijuan if we prove to them that there’s no immortality in being reborn?"

Jason’s wings rustled as he resettled them, but even here, in this room full of light, he’d managed to find a shadow, until she had to concentrate to see their outline. "We may turn a few, but most are too used to seeing her as their goddess. They’ll follow blindly where she leads."

Giving Lijuan an endless supply of bodies for her army of the dead.

Chapter 35

Elena lay in Raphael’s arms, her body exhausted in the most sexual of ways. The archangel had kept his promise. He’d made her scream. Her heart was still thumping with the echo of searing pleasure when she fell into the warm darkness of a peaceful sleep. So peaceful that it took her a while to understand what it was she was hearing.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

"Come here, little hunter, taste." A finger pressing to her mouth.

She clamped her lips tight, but the taste, it seeped inside anyway, an insidious, unspeakable thing. No! Her mind refused to realize what it was, refused to understand.

But the monster wouldn’t let her escape. "Isn’t Belle delicious?" His eyes were darkest brown, ringed with a thin circle of bloodred. "I saved some for you. Here." Hands brushing away her sister’s golden blonde hair from her neck, revealing the raw meat that was her throat. "I think it might still be warm." His face nuzzling into Belle’s neck, his hand on br**sts that had just begun to bud.

The scream tore out of her. "No!" She was on him, fists and hands like claws, teeth and kicks and fury.

But even a hunter-born wasn’t as strong as a vampire full grown. A vampire glutted with blood. He played with her, made her believe she’d hurt him. And when her guard was down, when she was gasping from the fight . . . he kissed her.

Elena woke choking.

Black spots hazed her vision, threatening to tip her into unconsciousness until the scent of the rain, of the sea, infiltrated her mind. Fresh and wild and far from the horror she could feel in her mouth, it wrenched her out of the loop of nightmare and had her sucking in air as she turned desperately into Raphael’s arms.

They locked around her, an absolute, unbreakable haven. "Shh, I have you."

"Oh God, oh God, oh God."

Raphael held Elena tight, so tight he had to be putting bruises on her. But still she trembled, her words garbled, her fear so thick he could taste it. "Elena." He kept saying her name, kept brushing his mind across hers until she seemed to see him, to know him.

Continuing to hold her, he swept his hand down her wings over and over, soothing her, reminding her that she was here, with him, not locked in a past she couldn’t escape.

He kept his own anger, his rage, contained behind iron shields. Archangels could do many things, but not even he could turn back the clock and erase the evil that had ravaged Elena before she’d had a chance to grow.