Archangels Kiss

by Nalini Singh

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  "Where do you go, Elena?" Fingers tipped up her chin, until she met eyes so blue she could drown in them forever.

  "Home," she whispered. "Home before it was all taken away. "

  "Well build our own home. "

  The promise curled around her heart, a vivid ray of sunlight. "In Manhattan. "

  "Of course. " A slow, slow smile. "What kind of mansion would you like?"

  Damn, but the archangel was playing with her again. The sunshine grew, filled her veins.

  "Actually, I kind of like yours. " She slid her arms around his neck. "Can I have it? Oh, and can I have Jeeves, too? Ive always wanted a butler. "

  "Yes. "

  She blinked. "Just like that?"

  "Its only a place. "

  "Well make it more," she promised, her mouth to his. "Well make it ours. "

  But first, she thought as a knock came on the door, they had to survive Lijuans madness.

  Chapter 33

  Raphael in formal clothes made Elena drool, his profile etched with perfect clarity against the night sky as they walked along the curving pathways of the Forbidden City -

  following their escort to dinner. Her archangel was wearing a white shirt with black pants, but that shirt was a work of art, the fabric on either side of the wing slots embroidered in a black design that curved and flowed - without ever losing the edge that said this was the Archangel of New York.

  "Sexy" was too tame a word to describe him.

  And it was obvious the silken-maned vampire beauties around them thought the same.

  She pinned her eyes on one who had the temerity to flutter her fan in his direction. The fan drooped.

  Satisfied, she turned back to Raphael. "Jason and Aodhan?"

  "They have their tasks. "

  Doesnt she know about Jason?

  Yes.

  And then they were being ushered through intricately painted doors - into a room that seemed to absorb all light, all air, crushing her ribs into her organs. Shifting the barest fraction, Raphael caught her gaze, giving her a focus, a way to fight the feeling of suffocation. It felt like hours passed, but it couldnt have been more than two seconds at most. When she turned her attention back to the room, her heart scrabbling to regain its rhythm, she found her gaze drawn to a grouping of chairs below a wall filled with butterflies, their wings forever unfurled, a single sharp pin spearing each.

  "Raphael. " Lijuan whispered across the room to greet them, her pupils a strange pearlescent shade, her gown a disconcertingly girlish concoction created from layers of floating gauze that swirled around her body in a haunting gray and white mist, her hair blowing off her face in a wind that Elena couldnt feel, a wind that touched neither the heavy brocade curtains, nor the exquisite tapestries on the walls.

  Elenas skin pricked in primitive warning, millions of years of evolution telling her she should never, ever let herself come to the attention of the creature in front of her. Because it wasnt the room that absorbed all light. It was Lijuan. Elenas primitive hindbrain sent a bolt of panic through her when she stayed in place, telling her to run, to hide.

  But, of course, it was already too late.

  She watched as Raphael took Lijuans hands in his, as he bent his head to brush his lips across that pale, perfect skin. Lijuans eyes met hers over Raphaels shoulder, and there was nothing remotely human in them, nothing Elena could even attempt to read.

  As the delicate angel drew back, those unearthly eyes returned to Raphael. "You are different. "

  "And you never change. "

  A tinkling laugh, one that shouldnt have felt so cutting against Elenas skin, as if it was made of razors crushed into glass. "Why did I not meet you when I was younger?"

  "I wouldnt have held your interest then," Raphael said, turning to put one hand on Elenas lower back. "This is Elena. "

  "Your hunter. " Lijuans pale eyes settled on Elena, and it took every ounce of will she had not to step back, not to hide.

  Because Lijuan was the horror in the closet. The one mothers scared their children with.

  The one you were never actually supposed to see.

  "Lady Lijuan. " The formal title, learned from Jessamy, came out, sounded normal. How, Elena wasnt sure.

  Lijuans eyes went to Elenas neck. "You wear no necklace. "

  Elena didnt drop her gaze, though her stomach was a knot of fury. "I prefer Raphaels gift. "

  "A knife - such ornamentation was popular in another age. " Lijuans attention shifted, as if the necklace that had caused Elena so much pain no longer mattered. "Such beautiful wings. Will you show them to me?"

  Elena didnt want to show this creature anything, but the request had been polite. She wasnt going to cause a political incident simply because Lijuan was so inhuman it defied understanding. Moving to give herself space, she spread out the wings her archangel had given her even as he gave her life. But when Lijuan raised a hand as if to touch, she snapped them back.

  Raphael was already speaking. "Its not like you to break protocol. "

  "My apologies. " Lijuans hand dropped, but her eyes remained on the parts of Elenas wings visible around her body. "My only defense is that theyre quite extraordinary. "

  Elena wished she could tighten her wings even further. "Thank you. "

  Lijuan took the acknowledgment as if it was her right. "My own, as you can see, are so very plain. " She spread her wings.

  They were a soft dove gray. Gentle. Utterly exquisite in their silky perfection. "Plain perhaps," Elena found herself saying, "but all the more beautiful for it. "

  Lijuan refolded her wings. "So honest. Is that why she intrigues you?"

  Raphael answered with an implied question. "You care little for such earthly emotions. "

  "Ah, butyou intrigue me. " Touching his hand, Lijuan gestured to her left. "I thought we could eat informally. "

  Elena about swallowed her tongue at that. This room might not be a dining room, but it was sumptuous beyond description, the back wall lined with mirrored panels bordered in ornate gold, the right wall hung with tapestries that surely cost in the hundreds of thousands, the front wall full of windows that looked out into the sparkling - and always elegant - revelry of the courtiers below. The left wall, the wall below which they were to sit, was where the butterflies lingered.

  Moving reluctantly to stand beside a chair upholstered in a stunning jade, she couldnt help but look up at the creatures frozen forever in stasis. "Theres no glass," she said almost to herself. "How do you keep them from decaying?"

  Another tinkle of laughter. Her heart chilled as she realized what shed said.

  "Have you not told her my secret, Raphael?" Eyes that sparkled with girlish mischief.

  Creepy.

  Raphael touched his hand briefly to Elenas back. "It isnt such a secret any longer.

  Favashi spoke to me about it yesterday. "

  "But you knew before them all. " Lijuan took a seat on a chair that had been made to accommodate wings, having a central column for support, with the sides curving gracefully away. "How is the black-winged angel?"

  Raphael waited for Elena to take a seat before taking one beside her. "Jasons looking forward to the ball. "

  The civilized conversation masked an undercurrent of danger that licked at Elenas ankles like a sentient fire. Raphael had told her that Jason had been injured by Lijuans reborn. Now she wondered if the attack had been on purpose. A warning?

  Lijuan lifted a hand and the corpse of a bright blue butterfly fell from the wall into her hand, the pin dropping soundlessly to the carpet. "And the young one? The pretty one?"

  "I decided it would be best if Illium didnt join us," Raphael said without missing a beat.

  "He might have proved too much of a temptation. "

  Dropping the butterfly onto the table, Lijuan laughed, and this time, it was darker, full of - if you could call it that - true humor. "Hmm, yes, those wings are rather magnificent. " Her eyes tracked t
o Elenas. "As unusual as yours. "

  "Unfortunately," Elena said, knowing she had to stand her ground, no matter if this archangel could crush her with a single thought, "Im not a collectable, either. "

  "Oh, I dont want to have your wings mounted," Lijuan said, her hair continuing to dance softly in that eerie breeze that touched nothing else. "I find you far too interesting alive. "

  "Lucky for me. " Except she didnt think so. Leaning back in her chair, she let Raphael and Lijuan carry on the conversation. As they talked, she watched, she listened . . . and she tried to figure out why Lijuan seemed so verywrong .

  Yes, her power was one that made Elenas skin crawl, but Raphael had once broken every bone in a vampires body and left him as a caution to others. And their conversation on the plane had made it clear he was as capable of that kind of brutality today as hed been the day she first met him.

  Yet she took Raphael to her bed night after night, clung to his embrace when the nightmares got too bad. Trust, there was trust between them. But even before, when hed only been the Archangel of New York - hard, cruel, certainly without mercy - shed never felt this creep across her skin, this sense that she was in the presence of something that simplyshould not be .

  "Ah, here is the meal. "

  Elena had already turned her head toward the door, having scented the approaching vampires.

  Jasmine and honey.

  Sweet balsam wood dusted in cinnamon.

  A kiss of sunshine touched with paint.

  Odd combinations, strange scents, but vampires were like that. Shed asked Dmitri what they smelled like to each other. The vampire had given her that taunting smile he kept just for her. "Nothing. We save our senses for the mortals - for the food. "

  The three who came into the room were all male, but one alone bore the oil-slick black hair and almond- shaped eyes of Lijuans homeland. He was the balsam wood. Beside him was a Eurasian man with the solid shoulders of a boxer and the sky blue eyes of some boy from Kansas, his face not quite put together right, but arresting all the same despite, or perhaps because of, his unusual features. He was the jasmine. And the sunshine - her stomach twisted at the memories evoked by that scent, memories of blood and death, putrid flesh lying on every side as Uram squeezed her shattered ankle.

  The sunshine shifted closer, laid a delicate setting of hand-painted porcelain on the low, carved table that was the only barrier between her and Raphael, and Lijuan. His hand was the lustrous darkness found at the heart of thempingo tree, so rich, so pure that furniture made from the heartwood went for thousands upon thousands of dollars.

  His skin was so beautiful, so evocative of the months shed once spent in Africa, that it took her a moment to look into his eyes, to realize that he was dead.

  Raphael knew the instant Elena realized the vampire standing before her, pouring honey-colored oolong tea into a tiny cup, was one of the reborn. Her entire frame went still, so very still, the quiet of a hunter whod sighted prey.

  He couldve spoken to her mentally, warned her not to betray fear, but with Lijuans growing abilities, it was possible she might hear the warning - and Raphael would not do anything that would paint Elena as weaker. Instead, he trusted his hunter, and she didnt let him down.