Soul Thief-Demon Trappers 2

by Jana Oliver

  “What are you thinking, Angus?” Harper quizzed.

  Stewart gave a quick shake of his head. Which meant he didn’t want to talk about it in front of Beck.

  The call rolled over to voice mail. Same thing with her home phone. “She’s not answerin’.”

  “Find her. Bring her here.”

  “I’ll have to give her a reason.”

  “She doesn’t need one,” Stewart said curtly. “She’s stayin’ here until we know exactly who this Ori fellow is.”

  “What’s goin’ on, sir?” Beck asked. “Why ya so worried?”

  “Just an old Scotsman’s paranoia. Get it done, lad.”

  Beck left his whisky behind, heading for the front door. Behind him he heard muted voices—Stewart telling the other master just why he was paranoid. Beck couldn’t catch the words, and part of him didn’t want to.

  THIRTY-TWO

  True to his word, Ori leaned against the red brickwork of the cemetery gate, arms folded over his chest. He looked like he had the first time Riley had seen him: His hair slicked back into a ponytail, and wearing that black leather jacket. No sign of those wings, no hint that he took orders from Heaven. Just a hunky guy hanging around a graveyard.

  Waiting for me.

  It seemed silly, but after she’d called Peter to let him know she was safe just in case CNN covered the Harper thing, she’d showered and put on makeup again. She’d worn her best pair of jeans and her favorite shirt. She’d tried to tell herself it was just something you did, but that’s not the way it felt.

  As she climbed out of the car, Riley’s finger brushed her mouth, remembering Ori’s kisses, how they’d made her feel. Those had been real. Maybe Simi was right: Sometimes you needed to be a little wild, even if it was with an angel.

  Moving toward the gate, everything else but Ori faded from view, his lazy smile drawing her in. She offered him one of her own.

  “Riley.” His smile widened as he took her hand, twining his fingers with hers. They were warm, though he wasn’t wearing gloves.

  “I wasn’t sure you’d be here,” she said, then regretted it. It sounded needy. “I mean, you’ve probably got better things to do now that the Five is dead.”

  “I have no other task but you at the moment.”

  As if to reassure her, the angel slid his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. She hesitated for a second, then nestled into his side as they walked into the graveyard. Leaves skidded along in front of them. As they passed the empty guardhouse, a gust of wind pushed against her, whipping her hair forward. Ori paused and looked back toward the main gate, his brows furrowed.

  “What is it?” she asked, turning.

  A slight frown crossed his face, then vanished. “Just someone trying to tell me how to do my job. It’s nothing.”

  “I didn’t figure angels had that sort of thing.”

  “You’d be surprised.”

  Ori squeezed her hand and they began moving again, but she could feel his tension. It hadn’t been there when she’d first arrived.

  “I don’t know how to thank you,” she said. “It feels weird not having to worry anymore.”

  “Enjoy your freedom; you’ve earned it,” he said.

  “That was an awesome battle. I just wish you hadn’t been hurt,” she said.

  “Part of my job,” he replied. He wasn’t looking at her now, like he had something on his mind. “I should have been watching you closer. I am truly sorry about that. I was … detained.”

  Then he fell silent, like that topic was off-limits. The only way to find out more about this guy was to ask questions. She decided to start with one of the simpler ones.

  “What do angels do all day?”

  That pulled his attention back to her. “Divines are given a number of tasks,” he replied. “For example, this cemetery has its own angelic caretaker who ensures that everything is as it should be. Most places have their own Divine.”

  “Are you talking about Martha?” she asked, surprised.

  “I know her by another name, but yes, that’s her. Have you never wondered why all this metal is still here?” he said, gesturing to encompass the graveyard. “She makes sure it doesn’t get stolen.”

  “So that’s why.” She looked up at him hopefully. “All Martha told me is that I was to stop Armageddon. Do you have any idea how I’m supposed to do that?”

  “If I did know, I couldn’t tell you.”

  “Surprise,” she murmured. “What she didn’t tell me is that my boyfriend would go all nuts.”

  “Would you have let him die if you knew what was going to happen between you?” Ori questioned.

  “Ah … no,” she replied. “Simon has a family who loves him. I’ll get over what he did to me.” In a few centuries.

  “Maybe sooner,” the angel promised. A lock of dark hair had fallen forward on his face, making him look like a bad boy. A tingling sensation lodged in her chest.

  Totally hot. And he’s with me. Even if it was only for a short time.

  She realized he’d probably read her mind, so she changed topics.

  “What’s Heaven like?”

  Ori put a single finger to her lips. “So many questions.” He gently caressed her cheek. When he drew her in for a kiss, Riley’s world collapsed to only those points where their bodies met.

  When the kiss ended, she swore she could see infinity in his dark eyes.

  “Why are you doing this?” she whispered.

  “Kissing you?” he asked, smoothing back a strand of her hair. “Because I want to. Because I find you so amazing.”

  Amazing?

  She took a step back, though it proved harder than she’d anticipated.

  “You’re frowning. Are my kisses that bad?” he teased.

  “No, it’s just…”

  “You do not think yourself worthy of love.”

  “No, it’s just that I’ve not had a great track record.”

  “Then why blame me for the others?” he said, his voice cooler now. “I have been nothing but honest with you.”

  “Mostly because you haven’t told me that much.”

  “So if I told you exactly how the cosmos works, how long an angel can withstand a star going supernova, and that I was there when it was all created, you would trust me more?”

  Riley shook her head. “Then I’d think you were lying.”

  “Exactly. Accept that I enjoy being with you. Accept that when I’m with you I see Heaven in your eyes.”

  “It’s hard for me to believe that.”

  “I know.”

  They’d reached her family’s mausoleum. Things had been too heavy between them, so she asked, “Where are we going tonight? On another picnic?” That would be so cool.

  “Tonight we shall stay here.” He waved his hand, and the mausoleum’s twin doors swung open on their own accord. No key needed when you were an angel. Riley stepped to the threshold and gasped. The interior was lit from within by a myriad of candles, like a great cathedral. The flames’ reflections flickered off the stained-glass windows, igniting the vibrant colors of blood red, royal blue, yellow gold.

  Ori pushed by her and settled into the niche at the back of the mausoleum. Riley hesitated: Something felt weird, which didn’t make much sense. He was one of Heaven’s own. He’d saved her life. If you couldn’t trust an angel, things were really bad.

  He studied her with those deep eyes. “I wish you didn’t know what I am. It has changed things between us.”

  “No. It’s not that.”

  But it was. He’d probably met God in person, polished His throne or something. It was like one of those books she’d read when she was a kid: The girl would meet an immortal guy, fall in love, and then everything would go wrong until they saved each other from a hideous fate. The books always had a happy ending, but she knew that was bogus. There was never a happy-ever-after in real life.

  With a sigh, Riley closed the heavy bronze doors, troubled by her conflicted emotions. Behind her th
ere was a whooshing sound. She turned and couldn’t stop the gasp.

  Ori’s leather jacket and T-shirt were gone, revealing his muscled chest. A pair of white wings hung in the air behind him. They weren’t fully extended—the mausoleum was not large enough for that—but still they were incredible. There was no evidence of the damage he’d sustained in the battle.

  Entranced, Riley walked toward him. Each iridescent feather glowed as the candlelight touched it. She carefully ran a finger down the length of one. It felt like fine silk.

  Pulling her to the floor, Ori laid her head on his shoulder, curving a protective wing around her. Outside, the wind gusted around the building and leaves pattered against the metal doors. All she heard was her heart beating in time with his.

  “I could stay here forever,” he said.

  “But you won’t,” she replied.

  Ori tilted her chin upward, looking deep into her eyes. “Maybe I will.”

  She wanted him to kiss her, keep kissing her until nothing else mattered. When his lips delicately touched hers, they felt like the brush of a dove’s wing. The second kiss was more insistent. A fire ignited in her belly. She felt his fingers brush her neck, gently grazing an ear as he leaned closer and kissed her cheek.

  As good as it felt, she was roasting. “Your wings are really warm,” she said. He helped her out of her coat. She felt naked in front of him, exposed in ways she didn’t understand. The fire in her belly burned hotter.

  Taking her hand, Ori placed it on his naked chest. Riley could feel his heart beating underneath her fingertips. “You stir my blood,” he whispered. “It’s been a long time since that has happened.”

  When they next kissed, she found herself leaning into him, wanting him to touch her. Then she pulled back and shook her head.

  “This is … crazy. This kind of thing only happens in books.”

  “You’re sure of that?” he asked, wrapping her in those magnificent wings again.

  “Angels can’t, like…”

  “Of course we can,” he whispered into her ear.

  At his urging, she skimmed her fingers through his dark satin hair, pulling it out of the ponytail. The pool of heat in her belly spread downward. Without thinking, she kissed his ear. He murmured in appreciation, drawing her closer. Another kiss, deeper this time, his tongue playfully touching hers.

  Riley felt his fingers locate the top button on her shirt. He looked deep into her eyes, seeking permission. When she didn’t protest, it came open. He worked his way down the shirt, button by button. As the last one gave way, he gently pushed it back, then brushed his fingertips across the lace covering her right breast. Riley hummed in response. The sensations were almost too much for her to bear.

  This wasn’t Simon or one of the other boys at school. This was for real.

  Too fast. With a groan, Riley pulled out of his arms. She needed time to think this through, to let her head clear.

  “I’m not sure I’m … ready for this,” she said. It was a huge step, even with a mortal. She couldn’t be the only woman he’d been with all these ages. What would keep him from getting tired of her?

  “It doesn’t matter. I’m with you now,” he soothed. “I have a duty to protect you, Riley, and the best way to do that is in my arms.”

  His tenderness calmed her fears, and she settled back into his embrace. It would be so easy to let him make love to her. Like in my dream.

  Ori gently pushed a strand of hair off her face. “It’s your choice.”

  He’d read her mind again. He was right: This was her choice. “I’ve never…”

  “I know.”

  He knows I’m a virgin? What doesn’t he know?

  “How to win your trust,” he replied. He gently kissed her forehead. “So much sadness for one so young.”

  Riley curved into the hollow of his wing, feeling his breath across her skin like a whispering breeze. Outside, the wind skittered dry leaves across the gravestones.

  “Tell me what you want,” Ori urged.

  Riley teetered on the edge. She was seventeen, not some kid. She could be with him, but what would happen after that?

  “You will set our future, Riley. I surrender myself to you, body and soul.”

  His next kiss was surprisingly tender. It felt like a lover’s kiss.

  “Tell me what you want,” he repeated.

  Her final doubts melted away. “You,” she whispered. “I want you.”

  “Then I am yours, Riley Anora Blackthorne, and you shall be mine.”

  Ori curved his wings around her, lifting her face, her body to melt against his. Raw desire surged between them. It surrounded her. Overwhelmed her.

  Love me. Forever.

  Nothing else mattered.

  * * *

  Riley awoke sometime later, covered by a wing that was toastier than any blanket. When she rolled toward Ori, he stirred, those dark eyes searching her face.

  “You look content,” he said.

  “I am.”

  Did she feel different? Not really. Other than an intense heat that surged through her veins, she hadn’t changed. Other girls had told her what it was like their first time, but hers hadn’t been like that. There’d been no fumbling, no uncertainty. Ori was a born lover, and now he was hers.

  “I want this forever,” she said, tracing one finger across his full lips. Then she sighed. “But that’s a very long time, and I haven’t even finished school yet.”

  Ori chuckled. “You worry too much, Riley Anora, my valiant light.”

  She snuggled next to his body, mindful they were both nude. Underneath them was some sort of padding, almost like a sleeping bag only far richer in texture and comfort. More angel mojo.

  Ori bent over her, running a line of tiny kisses down her forehead to her nose. “Morning comes soon. Let’s not waste the night with talk.”

  “What happens in the morning, with us I mean?”

  His answer was a breath-stealing kiss.

  THIRTY-THREE

  When Riley awoke again she was lying on the floor of the mausoleum fully clothed. The comfy padding was gone; so were the candles and the angel. For a few seconds she wondered if it had just been a dream.

  No dream could have been that good.

  Then she saw the rose. It was blood red, lying next to her. She sampled its fragrance and, like Ori, it was heavenly. After some time, Riley finally moved into a sitting position. So where was the angel? Doubts seemed to crowd her when he wasn’t near. She wanted him here, holding her, telling her she’d made the right decision.

  How long can this last? What would Heaven say if they found out?

  She pulled on her jacket and then combed out her hair. A quick check of her pocket mirror generated a sigh of relief. Her makeup wasn’t trashed. While she reapplied her lip gloss, Riley tried to recall every moment with the angel, but it seemed too magical to capture in mere memories. It hadn’t been like she’d thought: It hadn’t hurt that first time, and when she’d voiced her worries about becoming pregnant, he’d assured that wasn’t possible, not with him. Still, something kept nibbling on her like a tenacious bug; she couldn’t quite sort it out. Riley gave up and pushed open the mausoleum doors.

  She found her lover a short distance from the mausoleum. His wings were tightly cramped against his back, a barometer to his mood. Something was wrong.

  “Ori?” she called.

  He turned toward her with an expression so sad it almost brought tears. He beckoned her over, but when she asked what was wrong, he shushed her.

  “Enjoy the moment,” he said, intertwining their fingers.

  They faced east. The sun had just poked over the horizon, and it made the feathers on his wings glow as if they were absorbing the light.

  “I always love the sunrise,” he said. “It reminds me of Heaven.” Then a tremor ran the length of his body.

  “Ori, what’s going on?”

  He turned toward her again, taking both her hands in his. His expression was even
sadder now. “You have a decision to make, dear Riley. It will be the hardest of your life, and I am so sorry you must make it.”

  He was spooking her. “What are you talking about?”

  The angel hesitated. “I need you to pledge yourself to me. If you do, then I can keep you safe for as long as you live.”

  For a second she swore she felt the earth shake, but it was just her body.

  “I have made my commitment by being with you,” he explained. “I have placed my future in your hands, Riley. Do not think that was a light decision. In the past, any angel who lay with a mortal woman was punished.”

  “Punished? But isn’t God all about love?” she asked. “I mean, wouldn’t He want us to be together?”

  “There are rules.” Ori let go of her hands. “Your soul is … in play, as we call it. It happened the moment you made the arrangement with Heaven. That agreement attracted notice in the lower realms.”

  “That makes no sense,” she said, stepping away from him. “The demons have always known my name. You’re saying that just because I agreed to help Heaven, now I’ve got all of Hell after me?”

  “Not all, only those who are truly ambitious.”

  Riley drifted up the path toward the mausoleum, troubled. She hadn’t expected this, not after the night they’d spent together. She turned to face her lover. “What is this decision I need to make?”

  Ori sighed deeply, his expression still troubled. “The fundamental measure of a mortal is his or her soul. Yours is very powerful, Riley. That is why you must pledge it to me. That is how Hell will know we have a bond, one that is lasting and true. Only then will you be safe.”

  He wants my soul?

  “Yes,” he said, reading her mind. “Nothing less will do.” He was a few feet from her now. The wings were gone and he looked like any mortal. Harmless, if you didn’t know what lie beneath.

  Riley hesitated, so many questions pounding at her at once. Why would an angel want my soul? Martha didn’t.

  “That was different,” Ori responded.

  “It doesn’t make sense. You’re saying Hell’s after me, but the Five tried to kill me before I did the deal with Heaven.”