by Nalini Singh
“You’re an archangel,” Aegaeon said flatly. “You do not get to rest while the world burns.”
Raphael didn’t agree with how the message had been delivered, but Aegaeon was right. The Cadre needed Favashi to step up.
Her face pulled taut over bones that were too prominent, but she inclined her head. “I will not go back to China.”
“I will visit China,” Raphael said. “No other of the Cadre will be expected to go there until Elena and I confirm it is uninfected.”
Curt nods all around.
“I will hold my territory, and Eli will hold his,” Raphael continued. “I will maintain a watch over Eli’s territory in the interim, so that bloodlust does not rise among the vampires.”
No one argued with that, either. They had bigger problems.
“I have just asked Alexander and he will continue to hold his, and he is willing to assist whoever takes over Michaela’s until her return. There is also Astaad’s territory. Neha’s and Caliane’s generals will manage theirs for the short duration the two will be in anshara, though Neha’s people will need our assistance to wipe out the reborn scourge.”
“I will take Michaela’s lands,” Aegaeon said. “I do not wish to be awake, but to leave the world with only eight archangels at this time is unacceptable—and I am honorable enough not to steal Astaad’s lands when he has fallen in battle.”
Raphael looked to Qin, this Ancient who had not said a word to any of them since his arrival. “Will you accept a watch over Astaad’s lands?”
Qin’s face twisted. He looked out to where Cassandra had disappeared. “I do not wish to live in a world without her,” he said in a mellifluous voice that was like music. “But this is a duty of archangels. I will stay only until another rises to take my place.”
Raphael inclined his head. “Titus, Favashi, can you work together in Africa?”
“I would be honored to work with an archangel who cares for her people,” Titus said with a nod aimed at Favashi. “Africa is a large land and that boil on humanity left things a putrid mess. Your city is in ruins, Raphael, but you are luckier than I.”
“I will assist you and anyone else who needs it.” They had come to his aid at the critical time, and he would never forget that. “Favashi?”
Favashi, her eyes a flow of lava, smiled. “Yes, I would be pleased to have Titus for a neighbor.” Then she collapsed, her bones liquid.
Cassandra’s voice filled their minds even as Elena caught the former Archangel of China. I am sorry, children. She was too weak to rise but this was her battle and her time. She must return to her Sleep.
Raphael could see Favashi’s bones through skin gone translucent, fire under her skin. The others saw the same. Aegaeon’s face grew tight but even he knew there was no fighting this. Scooping her up in his arms, Raphael called Andreas and told him to head in the same direction as Cassandra and the others. “Cassandra is waiting for you.”
“She’s too light,” was all the warrior angel said before he took off with Favashi.
“Eight in the Cadre?” Aegaeon growled. “At this time? Five until the three who are in healing sleep return? The vampires will run amok across the lands.”
Raphael knew that was a valid concern. “We don’t have to worry about China,” he told them. “Most of the vampiric population is dead.” Very few of Lijuan’s ground troops had survived the war. “We’ll have to roster archangelic flights over India and Japan. Titus, you’ll have to handle Africa on your own for now, but we will assist as required.”
“I will need it,” Titus said bluntly. “It is a large land and it is riddled with reborn.”
“It is decided,” Raphael said two minutes later, after receiving Alexander’s agreement to their decisions. “The Cadre has spoken.”
The sky broke with a sparkling black rain only a quarter of an hour later. It washed away the smell of death, made destroyed buildings beautiful for long moments and collected in glittering puddles on city streets.
And it destroyed one wall of the Tower infirmary as an injured Suyin smashed through it to rise into the sky. Raphael caught her bewildered eyes as she rose upward but there was nothing he could do.
Suyin, too gentle, too untried, was ascending.
Energy danced over her skin, in the gleaming ice of her hair, flowed into her body.
“The Cadre will eat her alive.”
“Not just yet, Guild Hunter. The world is in too much chaos. She will have time.”
Ascension was unpredictable. It could take hours or days. Suyin landed in front of the rest of the Cadre that night. Her rain yet fell across the world.
“You have Northern Africa,” Aegaeon said with no moment for Suyin to breathe in her new reality.
But Suyin showed her spine. “No. I will take China.” Unflinching determination in her eyes. “My bloodline broke it. My bloodline will heal it. I will not discuss this.”
“It seems a fitting choice,” Titus said. “I have no disagreement with it.”
No one did, though Raphael warned Suyin about the possibility of lingering poison. Her lips twisted. “If poison remains, it will not harm me. I am her blood.”
* * *
• • •
Titus and Qin left soon afterward, flying off into Suyin’s rain. Alexander had already stated that he’d depart straight from Cassandra’s lava sinkhole. Aegaeon turned to Raphael and Elena when only he and Suyin were left. “I wish for my son to come with me. I believe he is in your service.”
Elena’s back stiffened, but she kept her mouth shut because she’d seen the dangerous gleam in Raphael’s eyes.
“Your son is his own man,” he said with utmost politeness. “Should he wish to go with you, I will not hold him to his sworn vows.”
Aegaeon inclined his head with a smile. “I thank you. I see him on that rooftop—I will speak now with him.”
“Why did you say that?” Elena hissed at Raphael the instant the other archangel took off—Suyin was far from them, on the very edge of the balcony. “Illium doesn’t want that!”
“I have warned your Bluebell, Elena. And I have told him that if he chooses to leave, we will hunt him down.” His lips curved. “He was most mollified by the latter. He also understands that if I say no to Aegaeon, I make an enemy of him. If his son says the same . . .”
“It’s just a family matter.” Sighing, Elena leaned up against him. “When am I going to get this angelic politics thing right?”
He stroked the line of her spine, the stormfire of her wings faded and weak. “You are young, child of mortals.” Even her wings needed to recover after that battle.
She elbowed him, but this wasn’t done.
In the distance, Aegaeon took off with a hard beat of his wings. They couldn’t see his face from this far, but Illium turned and shot a salute their way.
Grinning, Elena waved back at him.
They walked to Suyin. Bruised eyes held theirs, the hand she lifted crackling with a black-hued power that sparkled diamond bright. “Is she in me?” A rough whisper. “Am I her legacy?”
“No.” Elena held Suyin’s gaze, certain deep in her gut that she had to stop that line of thought here and now or it would eat Suyin up alive. “This is yours and yours alone.”
“I am an architect.” She stared uncomprehendingly at her hands. “I am no battle-honed warrior. I should not be Cadre.”
“The world needs rebuilding. Who better than an architect to begin that rebuild?”
Raphael’s words settled against Elena’s skin, felt right. Yes, the world needed builders now, creators.
“I have no guard, no one loyal to me. An archangel cannot rule without a second.”
“I will send a guard with you,” Raphael said. “To be by your side until you find your own people.”
Suyin, still disoriented, decided to stay in New York
for three extra days to settle into her skin, before she headed to China.
She’d just left to go to her room and spend some time alone, think over the cataclysmic change in her life, when golden light began to emanate from the direction of the Catskills. “Cassandra is saying good-bye,” Raphael murmured.
The two of them watched the strange sunset until the last flicker disappeared from the sky. Elena’s wings went with them, disappearing with an audible pop that made her ears hurt. Raphael gasped at the same instant and went down on one knee. His wings shimmered for a second, then settled, solid and strong.
The Legion mark on his temple blazed before going quiet.
Elena dropped down beside him, her hand on his wing and her lungs struggling to gasp in air. “Archangel.”
“The golden lightning of the Cascade is gone,” he said, his breathing unsteady, “as is part of what the Legion gave us.”
Her heart squeezed. “Maybe the part that makes them?”
“That is my hope, hbeebti.” He flexed his hand. “The bloodstorm power remains.”
“Can you make your wings turn to white fire?”
A pause before his wings morphed into pure flame. “Yes, and . . .” Blue wreathed his hand. “I can still heal.”
“So now we know what happens to superhero powers after a Cascade.” Her voice shook. “My wings came from the golden lightning. And now my back feels weird.”
Raphael rose, his jaw set. If the world had taken her wings again, he would savage it. What he found was that the slits in her jacket where her wings had emerged were glowing . . . the same hue he did when he was angry, or filled with power.
“You have a piece of my heart, Elena,” he murmured. “That heart is full of archangelic cells. Those cells can heal nearly any injury, any damage, any mutation if no other strange power is getting in the way. And the golden Cascade power is gone.”
Elena sucked in a breath. “What’re you saying, Raphael?”
“I need to see your back.” Wrapping her up in his arms, he flew her up to the privacy of their suite and the two of them tore off her arm sheaths, then her clothing. Her naked back was flawless but for two glowing lines where wings grew out of an angel’s back.
Raphael touched his finger to one.
Elena shivered so hard it was a shudder.
“Pain?” he asked.
“No.” She moved restlessly on her feet. “Just . . . sensitive. Very.”
“Do you have the urge to scratch as you have never scratched before?”
“Dear lord, yes! Argh!”
Hope exploded into certainty. “You are in the first stage of wing regrowth.”
Elena was silent for a long time. “You’re sure,” she said at last.
“Yes, but let us go to Nisia.”
The healer took a minute from her heavy workload to confirm Raphael’s diagnosis. “I can see the faint ridge of two developing stubs,” she said after examining Elena’s back closely. “I’ll give you an oil for the itching.”
Before they left, she took blood so Lucius could rerun DNA tests.
“Am I going to have fluffy duck feathers soon?” Elena asked Raphael after they were in their suite again and he’d rubbed in the heavenly oil. The relief was so great it was orgasmic; right then, she was glad she’d slept through her first time growing wings.
“I’m afraid so. Will you miss the energy wings?”
Elena’s eyes were wet when she turned to him. “They were amazing and they took me to the sky . . . but Raphael, I’ll have proper wings again, feathers you can stroke, feathers I can give Zoe and Maggie.” She cried then, in joy rather than sorrow.
Later, they looked out over their ruined city. At least seventy percent of the buildings had been badly damaged or fully destroyed. Even the Tower hadn’t escaped unscathed, but the Legion building hadn’t suffered a scratch.
It hurt Elena’s heart to look at it, but she would keep her promise. She would keep it safe for when the Legion returned. Beings that ancient couldn’t simply cease to exist.
Raphael’s hand closed over hers, warm and strong.
“What happens now, Archangel?”
“We walk into the future.”
“Together.”
“Always.”
Aftermath
Elena took to wearing capes to protect her sensitive stubs. Illium—still so angry underneath his joie de vivre—thought it a grand idea and bought a rhinestone-covered silver one that threatened to turn them all blind. He just laughed and swirled it around like a B-movie villain.
Elena stuck with hunter black.
Capes were suddenly all the rage in their battered city.
The itching made her want to crawl the walls, but there was too much to do. Raphael rubbed in the oil and they carried on. Life carried on. They’d been lucky, so fucking lucky. All of their closest friends and family had made it out alive. In honor of their victory and because it was a name from Nyree’s family, Ransom and Nyree finally settled on a middle name for their son: Viktor.
Hudson Viktor Winterwolf.
Big name for a little dude, but Elena had a feeling the kid would grow into it. As for the other newborn in their world, Riker told them Michaela had named her son Gavriel, after her father. Little Gavriel was safe with Keir, loved and protected, his parentage hidden. So many angels had died in battle that no one questioned it when Keir said he was raising a war orphan.
In other news, Galen and Naasir had returned to the Refuge, while Aodhan was with Suyin as her temporary second.
“I must give him this chance to spread his wings,” Raphael had said.
Every so often, as time passed, a kind of dawn-colored lightning would arc through Elena’s growing wings, far weaker than the Cascade power, but lightning all the same.
No one had any idea what that meant, though Keir had a theory. “You are the only living angel whose heart is formed of archangelic cells. A piece of you is an archangel. And when it ended, the Cascade left behind gifts in all of the archangels who were not already Ancients.”
Elena truly didn’t care as long as her wings kept growing. Illium outpaced her, but she’d expected that. Bluebell might not have ascended at the end of the Cascade, but his power was growing so strong that it frightened her for what it augured for his future.
When it came to her, Lucius told her that her cells were “almost” back to angel-normal. “Except for the odd glowing one. But Raphael has a few, too, so you’re still compatible.”
The meaning of his words didn’t really penetrate until Nisia called them into her office a month later, after Raphael had returned from helping Titus deal with the reborn problem in his massive territory. It wasn’t an issue that would be solved quickly, but all of the Cadre who were up and functional were helping each other out.
“Do you remember what I said about the super-parasite?” the healer asked.
Elena’s hand flew to her abdomen, all thoughts of wings momentarily forgotten. “Don’t even mention that.”
“Super-parasite? What horrors have you been amusing yourself with this time, Nisia?”
Poker-faced, the healer said, “Fetuses, sire.”
“I see.” Her archangel’s lips twitched. “You have such maternal ways.”
“Don’t encourage her,” Elena muttered. “She told me that the child of an archangel would be a super-parasite. But we don’t have to worry about any of that for a loooong time. I’m too young.”
Nisia coughed into her hand. “Yes, about that . . .”
Elena swallowed. Hard. “No more parasite fetus jokes.”
“The chrysalis changed you.” Nisia’s gaze was steady. “You heal faster, are more resilient, with stronger bones. No longer a newborn.” She smiled an evil smile. “I tested compatibility. It’s perfect. You could conceivably fall pregnant to Raphael.”
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p; A strangled eek of sound escaped Elena’s throat. Raphael, the fiend, gave her a sad look. “Are you so terrified of our adorable little parasite?”
“Don’t make me stab you.” Folding her arms across her chest, she stared at Nisia. “Do I need to, you know, take birth control?”
It turned out most angels didn’t bother because their birth rate was so miniscule, but as it had been proven that angelic fertility rose in the aftermath of a catastrophic loss of life—such as had occurred in the war—Nisia hooked her up with a small pot of dried leaves of a vivid green striped with blue that came from a plant that only grew in the Refuge.
A leaf a day would keep the baby away.
It was only once the two of them were alone in the humid warmth of the Legion building, Elena’s hands in the soil as she tidied up, that she looked at Raphael and said, “You don’t mind? That I’m not ready for a child?”
A browned bloom unfurled to new life in Raphael’s hand. “I never expected you, Elena.” Crouching down beside her, his wings spread on the grass and flowers, he tucked the bloom behind her ear. “A child of my own was such a distant matter that it never crossed my mind. We have eternity, hbeebti. There is no rush.”
Sitting back, she hooked her dirt-covered hands over her knees and admitted the dark truth that was a knot in her chest. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready. Every time I even imagine a baby, I think of Belle, of Ari.” Her eyes burned, a brush fire that scalded her from the inside out. “Our parents loved them so much, but they couldn’t protect them.”
Seated opposite her, his booted feet on either side of her hips, Raphael placed one hand on her calf. “I understood terror when I loved you.” His grip tightened. “I cannot imagine the depth of that terror should I have a child.”
Elena shuddered out a breath, changed the topic of conversation because this one was too scary, hit too deep. “It looks like the dawn lightning in my wings isn’t going away.”
“Wings of midnight and dawn with lightning arcing through them. Your Bluebell will be jealous.”