Archangel’s Legion (Guild Hunter #6)(52)
Author: Nalini Singh

We’re going to have to talk about this new sense of humor of yours. Smiling in spite of her private warning, she continued chatting to Mele, while Raphael and Astaad subtly tried to extract each other’s secrets while giving away none of their own.

After they parted ways, Raphael placed his hand possessively on her lower back, her wing below his arm. “I think you have made a friend of Astaad.”

“Astaad? I spent the whole time talking to Mele.”

“You are consort to an archangel, and yet you treated his most favored concubine with true respect. Even many mere angels consider concubines beneath their notice.”

So many layers to angelic society, she thought, so much that made no sense to her. “Astaad and Mele are obviously attached to one another.” Love existed there, perhaps not love as she and Raphael understood it, but love nonetheless. “I’m guessing they have a healthier relationship than Neha had with her consort.”

“No doubt.” His eyes focusing on someone up ahead, his lips curving in a way that went well beyond simple politeness. “Tasha.”

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“Raphael.” The angel in front of them had slanted eyes of vivid green and wings of silken copper against hair of darkest scarlet, her nearly translucent skin showcasing her otherwise vivid coloring to dramatic effect. Reaching up as Raphael bent down, the act appearing familiar to them both, the stranger pressed her lips to Raphael’s cheek in a soft caress.

“And this,” she said, turning to Elena with a deep smile, “must be your consort. I am honored to meet you.”

“Tasha is a friend from long ago,” Raphael explained, a warmth to him she hadn’t seen with any other female angel. “We played in Amanat as children.”

“Do you remember when we decided to raid every fig tree in the city?” Musical laughter, sparkling eyes. “Your mother was so cross, she made us plant ten fig trees each. I can still see you with the shovel, your face streaked with dirt and leaves stuck in your hair.”

The gorgeous image of Raphael as a mischievous boy made Elena smile, even as her instincts cautioned her to be wary. Unlike Michaela, who made no effort to hide her desire for Raphael and contempt for Elena, Tasha was all warmth and laughter . . . while subtly reminding Raphael they had a history together that Elena couldn’t match.

The depth of her sudden dislike made Elena pause, wonder if she was being fair . . . but then Tasha put her fingers on Raphael’s forearm as she brought up another shared memory. Elena didn’t play games like this, and in any other situation, she would’ve called the woman on it, but there were far more important things in play tonight. Still, she wasn’t sorry to see the back of Tasha when the other angel was called away by a friend.

Raphael’s head jerked up without warning a second later. “Lijuan is here.”

Looking up, Elena saw nothing but starlight. “You can sense her?”

It appears my ability has another aspect.

An instant later, the sky kind of . . . rolled overhead, akin to a heat wave in a desert. Then an angel with wings of flawless dove gray and hair of pure white, her dress an ethereal black, was landing in the center of the courtyard in a graceful descent. The crowd gasped, tension crawling across the large space like the blood Lijuan so often brought with her.

Stay with me, Elena. Raphael cut through the frozen mass of guests, his target not Lijuan but Caliane.

The blade from her thigh sheath already discreetly in hand, Elena made sure to keep Lijuan in her line of sight as they moved through the gathering. Will your mother take this as a hostile act? Elena wouldn’t blame her if she did.

It’s a possibility. She may, however, decide upon chill politeness.

Here’s hoping for a win for angelic etiquette. Two seconds later and they were there.

Caliane’s face a mask of icy fury, she acknowledged Raphael with a glance before stepping out into the now empty—but for the single uninvited guest—center of the courtyard.

“You do not observe the rules of Guesthood.” Caliane’s words were coated in frost and when Elena’s breath misted in front of her, she realized the drop in temperature wasn’t only metaphorical.

Lijuan smiled, her hair flying back from her face in a wind that affected nothing else. “On the contrary.” She raised a hand. “I bring you a gift.”

Ten winged warriors landed behind her with military precision, all dressed in dark gray with Lijuan’s red symbol on their chests.

Raphael stepped toward his mother. Elena.

Understanding the message, she came to a stop slightly behind and to the left of Caliane, while Raphael flanked the Ancient on her right. As if they’d been waiting for exactly that, a squadron of fighters in the midnight blue of Caliane’s forces landed behind them.

“The gift,” Caliane said, actual frost beginning to coat the hem of Elena’s dress and the tips of her wings, “is unsuitable and must be declined.” It sounded like a rote response, except that Caliane’s razored voice had come a hairsbreadth from slicing flesh.

“A pity. They are a well-trained unit.” Smile deepening against skin so thin Elena could see her skull beneath, Lijuan didn’t break eye contact with Caliane.

Elena wondered if Raphael’s mother heard the screams she always did when looking into those pearlescent eyes, as if Lijuan held within her a thousand trapped souls.

“I,” Lijuan continued, “also bring reparation for the damage I did your city on my previous visit.”

Two of her men carried forward a chest, opening it to reveal a pirate’s ransom in gold and gemstones. “A sign of my goodwill.”

“The damage done cannot be so easily repaired,” was Caliane’s frigid response. “The breach is final.”

Audible gasps, the guests closest to the confrontation flinching as if in anticipation of violence.

Elena tightened her grip on her blade, her fingers chilled but functional. Raphael?

My mother has just told Lijuan that no matter how long they live, there can never be anything but enmity between them.

Not a surprise, and nothing that explained the panic she could see on the faces of those who stood nearby. It’s not done to say it so bluntly?

Not unless one side is anticipating another betrayal.

Oh. Caliane, she realized, had just called Lijuan a liar in front of a crowd of the most powerful angels and vampires in the world.

Lijuan’s smile didn’t fade, but Elena saw a slick of black begin to crawl across the eerie paleness of her irises. “It disappoints me to hear that.”