Archangel's Legion: A Guild Hunter Novel

by Nalini Singh

  Fingers tightening on the piece of paper she’d crushed beyond any hope of repair, she rolled her eyes. “Next time you complain about the bitching, I’m going to remind you of this little conversation.”

  A chest-deep laugh, an unexpected sound when it came to the often moody hunter, before the final doors opened in front of her. She headed straight to the reinforced core from where Vivek held court, his steel hand controlling all aspects of the Cellars. That, however, was only a sideline—his true job was keeping watch on anything and everything that might affect the Guild or its hunters.

  Today, he buzzed her into his inner sanctum without making her jump through any further hoops. “You’re in a good mood,” she said, when she entered to see him grinning from ear to ear.

  “I just had dirty, dirty cybersex with a smoking-hot brunette from Italy. Let’s hear it for intimate international relations.”

  “Too much information.” Grabbing a chair, she swiveled it around to sit with her arms braced along the back. In front of her was the large wall-mounted screen where they most often played Scrabble, below it a sleek bank of computers, merely one set of the many that filled the core.

  “I go to the trouble of getting a chair constructed to support wings,” Vivek complained, “and you always do that.”

  “If you ever get rid of that chair, I’ll never forgive you.”

  Pretending to think about it, he brought up a game. “I hope you have tissues—because I plan to make you cry like a widdle baby.”

  He was in such a good mood, she thought again. Vivek was often sarcastic, sometimes sulky, more than a few times curt, but truly happy? It was an uncommon thing. She didn’t want to change the tone of this conversation, wanted to leave him as happy as she’d found him.

  “You want the first move?” he asked, after the computer allocated their letters.

  Shaking her head and knowing a delay would only make this more difficult, she reached out to put her hand over the one on the arm of his wheelchair, though she was conscious he couldn’t feel the contact. He saw it, though, curiosity alive in those dark brown eyes. “What’s the matter, Ellie?”

  “I have a question to ask you.” Shifting her hand from his, she used it to grip her chairback. “It’s a question that might piss you off. If it does, I’m sorry—but know I’m only asking because I love you.”

  Smile fading, he turned his wheelchair around to face her. When he didn’t say anything, just waited, she thought about simply showing him the crushed paper in her other hand, but that would be a cowardly act, not worthy of their friendship. “If you were a viable Candidate,” she said into a silence underwritten with the quiet hum of Vivek’s computers, “would you want to become a vampire?”

  Blinking quickly, he swiveled back to the game. “Your move.”

  Elena made that move on autopilot, somehow ending up with a triple word score. Where her luck would’ve normally made Vivek scowl and promise retaliation, today, he made a three-letter word that wouldn’t have challenged a seven-year-old. In return, she added four letters to the board to deliberately create a nonexistent word—and waited for Vivek to challenge her.

  He didn’t.

  Five moves later, he said, “You’d never have asked me that question unless you already knew I was a viable Candidate.”

  20

  Elena gave a jerky nod.

  “How did you get my blood to do the test?” Vivek supplied his own answer before she could. “Guild physical, right?” Glancing at her, he turned the chair around again. “Do you think I need to be fixed?”

  She heard the bitterness, knew she had to face it head-on if they were to go forward as friends. “I think you’re unhappy deep inside.” This wasn’t the time to pull her punches. “You’ve built an extraordinary life.” She waved her hand to encompass the room and everything that resulted from his skills with the machines that inhabited it, said, “Hell, you’re the reason half of us are alive. I think you’re brilliant and gifted, and gorgeous, too, while we’re at it.”

  Clenched jaw, the tendons stark. “No need to go overboard.”

  “I don’t lie to my friends.” Vivek was classically handsome, the bones of his face clean and sharp against brown skin that would be warm if it was touched by the sun more often. It was true he was far too thin, but his shoulders were broad, his legs long. “Put on some muscle, some weight, and you’ll have women eating out of your hand.” She paused. “If you don’t scare them off with your attitude.”

  A scowl, then narrowed eyes. “You trying to get me mad?”

  “You’re always more fun mad.” Blowing out a breath, she locked her eyes with his. “I asked for you to be tested because, amazing as you are, I know here”—she slammed her fist against her heart—“you hurt.

  “I’m hunter-born. I know exactly what it’s like to attempt to cage that instinct.” She’d tried so hard when she first realized how much her father hated anything to do with hunting. “It feels like being clawed to pieces from the inside out. The fact that you’ve managed to stay sane? It makes you stronger than I could ever be.”

  Vivek snorted. “You slit a vampire’s throat in broad daylight, shot an archangel, and lived to tell the tale. I don’t think you have anything to worry about.” His eyes dropped. “What’s that in your hand?”

  “Confirmation of your Candidacy.” Smoothing out the mangled piece of paper, she put it on a scanner. Two seconds later, it showed up on one of the screens. “Because of the amount of damage to your spinal column and how long you’ve had the injury, it’ll take years for you to get back full use of your body.” She wouldn’t lie to him, wouldn’t pretend it would be in any way an effortless transition. “That tick on the right means you’ve been cleared to proceed to the next stage. If you decide you do want to be Made, the process can begin within twelve hours.”

  Vivek released a shuddering breath. “Jesus, Ellie.” Swallowing, he did something using the complex mouth controls on his chair to shift the form to the main screen, the Scrabble game minimized in a corner. “It took me a long time to come to terms with the fact that I would never walk, never run, never fuck”—a wry smile—“never hunt.”

  Elena said nothing, knowing he needed her to listen now.

  “Once I did, I vowed not to look back, only forward.” This time, his grin was self-mocking. “I don’t manage it all the time. You’ve seen me manfully brooding—not sulking—enough times to know that. But,” he added, “I try to be conscious of any downward spiral, and I’ve found ways to enjoy my life outside of the job. Case in point: the hot brunette. Just because I can’t fuck doesn’t mean I don’t understand pleasure.”

  “V, that never crossed my mind,” she said honestly. “Especially after I walked into your Academy room to ask if I could borrow a pen and found Neve Pelletier screaming in orgasm.”

  A dazzling grin. “One of my proudest moments.” Moving his chair away without warning, he rolled to another bank of computers and made a call before returning. “Sorry, saw something come in Sara might be interested in.”

  “You have eyes in the back of your head?”

  “Exactly.” Gaze flicking once more to the Candidate confirmation, he said, “If I become a vampire, I can’t be Guild.”

  “Of course you can.” Elena had already thought this through. “You won’t be able to do what you do now—divided loyalties and all that—but you’re hunter-born. We’re rare and every one of us is needed.”

  “I’ve had no training—”

  “You’ll have all the time in the world for training,” she reminded him. “Vamps are near-immortal.”

  “Who’s going to take care of all this?” His glance took in the room. “You said it yourself. No one else can do what I do.”

  “No,” Elena admitted. “But you think anyone in the Guild is going to begrudge you for making the choice to take your life in another direction?”

  “That’s not the point. That info I just passed on to Sara—it means she knows the situation
might be hostile and that it should be assigned to a team. If I’m not here, that intel isn’t picked up and people die.”

  Wincing, Elena admitted the truth. “I got confirmation you could be a Candidate a few weeks ago. The reason I’m only telling you now is because Sara had to work out how to cover your absence if you decided to go for it.”

  “Oh?” A dangerous glint in his eye.

  “She realized she’d need six trained people to do what you do on your own.”

  The glint turned into a smug smile. “I told you I was indispensable.”

  “Yeah, yeah. Anyway, we were hoping that if you do decide to accept the Candidacy, you’d train your replacements before you go.”

  Vivek was silent for a long time, his eyes on the form. “A hundred years of slavery to have the use of my body.” It was a whisper. “A hundred years at the mercy of some random immortal who might decide to treat me like a pet dog.”

  “The angels aren’t stupid. You’re highly gifted—no one is going to want to put you in any kind of a menial position.”

  “I won’t be able to hunt straightaway, though, will I?” A frown. “Will I even be a hunter after I’m Made?”

  “I have no idea.” Elena wasn’t going to lie to him about anything. “So far as anyone knows, none of the hunter-born have ever been Made—except me, and, well, I’m kind of a special case.”

  “So I might gain the use of my limbs, but lose my hunting abilities and the Guild.”

  “Yes, the risk is a big one.” Only Vivek could decide whether or not it was worth it. “I can tell you one thing, though: you won’t be under the command of some random angel—you’ll be attached to the Tower, directly under the command of whichever of the Seven is in charge at the time.”

  “Pulling strings for me?”

  “What did you think? I’d leave my friends to hang?” She glared at him until he had the grace to look sheepish. “Raphael understands loyalty as well as any one of us. So do the Seven. The fact that I’m taking care of my own isn’t exactly a news flash.” Stretching her wings, she resettled them. “But I’m not being unselfish here, so don’t give me a halo.”

  “Friends,” Vivek said slowly, “are important. Especially to an immortal in a place of power.”

  “I knew the hot brunette had left you with a few brain cells.”

  “If I do go through with this and come out with my hunting skills intact, then what?”

  “Angels love hunters,” Elena said. “Your skills will be used, though not necessarily always as they would be by the Guild.” A blunt fact. “You’ll have to keep secrets from the Guild, and your time will be the Tower’s first, but I have a promise from Raphael that you can remain on the Guild rolls.”

  Vivek flicked off the screen. “You’ve thought about everything.”

  “No, V, I haven’t. I can’t. Only you can do that.” He was the one who’d be stepping into the unknown, into what could turn out to be a hundred years of hell regardless of her promises. “I just wanted you to have every bit of information I could give you.”

  “Let’s finish this game,” he said at last.

  Elena pointed to the board. “You made ‘cat’ while I made ‘zygote.’ The game is so over it’s prehistoric.”

  Vivek laughed, his cheeks creased with lean male dimples that were an unusual sight, his eyes brilliant. And she knew, whatever his choice, their friendship would survive.

  • • •

  Raphael saw Elena glance at his temple as they took to the clouds minutes after landing in Japan, their intent to ride the winds for the final segment of the journey to the ancient city. “There’s been no change,” he said to her, flying close enough that they could speak.

  “Good.” She drew in long breaths of the cold winter air, the mountainous forests of this part of Kagoshima spread out below them. “I always forget how untamed it is here,” she said, her wings a dramatic splash of color against the dark green when she dropped beneath the cloud layer.

  Flying nearer to the forest giants, she skimmed the treetops with a grace that would’ve been unexpected in one so young in angelic terms had she not been a hunter, her body and mind used to tough physicality. Her flight startled a herd of wild horses, who went galloping off into the mists that hung over the forests from a recent rainstorm. Did you see?

  Sweeping down to join her, he said, When I was a babe growing up in Amanat, my friends and I would race the horses kept in the city at that time.

  Laughter in the air, her hair afire in the mountain sunlight. Did you always win?

  No, that’s why it was so much fun. It was the first time in an eon that he’d recalled that memory, buried as it had been under centuries of power and politics.

  Look at the treetops, he told Elena, glimpsing movement. Our curious friends are back.

  Careful to maintain her height, Elena peered downward. He knew the instant she spotted the monkeys that always emerged somewhere along their flight path to Amanat—her delight unhidden, she appeared the girl she’d never had the chance to be, anointed in the blood of her sisters at an age when she should’ve been making a pest of herself to those same sisters.

  There’re some more to the left, she said, her mental voice a whisper. They’re pointing at us.

  Staying at his current altitude as she dared go a little closer, her white-gold primaries catching the light, he kept an eye out for threats. A day before the ball, there were apt to be any number of very dangerous people already in and around the city. And they all knew Elena was Raphael’s heart.

  • • •

  The strange shield of energy that usually protected Amanat not in evidence today, they flew straight through to land at the edge of it. Settling her wings, Elena followed the wild blue of her archangel’s eyes to a vampire running along the defensive wall that surrounded the ancient city.

  Elena’s credentials from the Guild had always borne the legend Licensed to Hunt Vampires & Assorted Others. The historical licenses framed in the Guild library, yellowed and crumbling, all noted the same—but the funny thing was, aside from Elena’s blue-moon hunt of Uram, the men and women of the Guild didn’t hunt anything except vampires.

  She’d always figured the “Assorted Others” tag was to cover them in case they had to go after a human in the course of a Guild case, had been satisfied with that understanding.

  Today, however, as she watched Naasir loping atop the wall with a strange, liquid grace that made him appear boneless, she had the feeling she didn’t know as much as she thought. “What,” she said to Raphael, “is he?” Regardless of having visited Amanat more than once by now, she’d had very little direct contact with Naasir.

  Raphael gave her a distinctly amused look. “Naasir is one of my Seven.”

  “Raphael.”

  “What do you think he is?”

  “A tiger on the hunt, that’s how I categorized his scent the first time I met him, and I haven’t changed my mind,” she said, as Naasir came down the wall with an ease that made it seem he walked on a flat surface. “His voice might be cultured, but there’s something intensely feral about him. It’s different from what I feel with Venom . . . or deeper, I don’t know.”

  “I think,” Raphael said at her frustrated growl, “I will leave Naasir a mystery for you to solve. I wouldn’t want immortality to become boring for my consort.”

  Elena let out a snarl, but she was intrigued by the challenge.

  The vampire reached them the next instant, inclining his head in a slight bow. “Sire.” Eyes of pure metallic silver set against skin of a rich, strokable brown met Elena’s. “Consort.” The greeting was by-the-book formal, but as always, she had the feeling that in any other situation, he’d see her as prey.

  Nodding in return and resisting the urge to go for a weapon, she realized the vampire had cut his hair. It had reached the bottom of his nape the last time she’d seen him. It now just brushed it, the jagged waves around his face still as choppy and as vividly silver.

 
; It was hard to describe that silver—it wasn’t anything like the gray of age. No, it was true silver, glittering and metallic, until she was certain that if you took strands of Naasir’s hair and wove it into a bracelet, it would appear as if it was made of the precious metal. Yet when the wind lifted his hair away from the exotic lines of his face, she saw it was soft, each strand exquisitely fine. Then they settled back into place, and so did the metallic effect.

  A tiger with silver eyes.

  One she’d seen with his head bent over the neck of an angel clearly in the throes of sexual bliss, his hand fisted in her hair and his fangs wet with her blood. Until that moment, she hadn’t realized angels would allow vampires to feed from them, but then, Naasir was no ordinary vampire . . . if he was a vampire at all.

  21

  “No, Naasir,” Raphael said, as if the other male had spoken. “You cannot make a meal of Elena.”

  “A pity,” came the expressionless answer. “I’ve never eaten the flesh of such a young angel.”

  Eyes narrowed, Elena looked from one to the other. “Very funny.”

  Naasir’s gaze lingered on her. “I did not realize there was a joke involved.”

  Okay, that raised the hairs on the back of her neck. It was a joke, right? He doesn’t actually eat angels?

  Raphael stretched out his wings. Not usually, no. He prefers wilder game.

  Deciding she would definitely pay her far-too-amused consort back for this, she walked on ahead of the two of them, Raphael’s presence beside Naasir the only reason she could accept the silver-eyed menace at her back.

  As she walked, Elena took in the changes since their last visit. Amanat had been awakening in slow degrees, but was now literally in full bloom despite the cold. Recalling the temperate feeling in the city last time, she decided the shield must help maintain a constant pleasant temperature within.

  Flowers tumbled from planters and window boxes, bright reds and lush pinks alongside unexpected blues and stunning yellows, the petals soft and the blooms ranging from tiny blossoms to roses the size of dinner plates. Their perfume was a rich tapestry that delighted her senses, lingered in the air, the colors vibrant against the stone gray of the buildings.