Angels' Blood (Guild Hunter #1)(72)

Not that she wouldn't enjoy needling Dmitri by taking his prized possession out for a run, but . . . "I need a vehicle that won't stand out."

"There's an underground garage two blocks east. Pull into it and switch." He stepped away from the post, flared out his wings.

"Showing off?"

"Oui, oui." A smile full of pure male charm.

"Is the hair real?"

A nod. "So are the eyes. In case you were wondering." Another teasing smile.

She saw a single feather drift to the curb. "You'll cause a riot if you don't pick that up."

He followed her gaze. "I'll take it and drop it from the sky. Someone will find magic."

Snorting, but oddly touched by the idea, she unlocked the car and got in. Across the street, camera phones continued to snap at insane speed. She rolled her eyes. "Fly off before they mug you."

"I may look pretty, Elena, but I'm rather dangerous." The finest hint of a British accent whispered through.

"That," she said, "I never doubted." Starting the engine, she pulled out and away, aware of him taking off behind her. He might be dangerous but he was no archangel. And what the hell had Raphael been thinking, sending her such a-

He'd known, she realized.

He'd known why Jeffrey had summoned her, why he'd finally deigned to speak to a daughter he considered worse than the lowest street trash.

Not only had he known, he'd accurately predicted her reaction.

And he'd provided her with the most perfect revenge possible. She started to grin. Jeffrey Deveraux's unwanted daughter was considered important enough for an angelic escort so flamboyant, she'd be surprised if there was anyone in the state who hadn't already heard about it.

Her phone rang on cue.

She was at a stoplight, so she answered. "Sara, you have big ears."

"And you're keeping company with what I hear is an angel straight out of wet-dream territory."

"They're all good-looking." But that wasn't enough. Not for her.

"But most don't have wings of blue touched with silver."

"TV?"

"Camera-phone images. Don't usually see angels walking the streets." A whispered sigh. "I've had reports of this one being in the city, but no close-up pictures till now. He's some kind of pretty. I could just take a bite out of that firm-"

Elena started laughing. "Down, girl, you're married, remember?"

"Mmm, talk about taking a bite out of something. Deacon-"

"Too-much-info alert!" The light changed. "I'll call you back in a few minutes."

She was about to turn into the garage when a blue feather fluttered into her lap. Her lips twitched but it was too late to glance up by then. Nosing the car into the darkness of the garage, she brought it to a halt near the still figure of the vampire who'd driven her to Raphael's. He was wearing sunglasses in spite of the underground gloom. She supposed if she had eyes like his, she would, too.

Getting out, she undid her ponytail and quickly braided Illium's feather into her hair just above her ear. "If Bluebell isn't careful," the vamp murmured, "he'll lose his feathers all over again."

Ponytail redone, she retrieved the map and nodded at the old-model sedan behind him. "Keys?" She threw him the ones for the Ferrari.

"In the ignition." Sliding the keys into a pocket, he straightened from his leaning position against the passenger-side door. "Raphael wants you to check in every ten minutes."

"Tell the boss I'll call him when I have something to report, Snakey."

He pushed the sunglasses to the top of his head, giving her the full impact of those eerie eyes. "I prefer Venom."

She raised an eyebrow. "You're not serious."

"It's better than a pansy-assed name like Illium. What the hell does that mean anyway?" A sharp smile that flashed fang.

Deliberate, very deliberate, she thought. Despite his flawlessly modern speech, Venom was far too old to make mistakes. "Are you?"

"What?"

"Venomous?"

Another savage smile. He touched the tip of one fang with his tongue and when he drew it away, she saw a pearl of golden liquid. "Try me and see."

"Maybe later, after I've survived Michaela."

He laughed, a rich masculine sound that caused a woman stepping off the elevator at the other end of the garage to drop her purse and stare openmouthed. Venom didn't seem to notice, his eyes fixed on Elena. Reaching up, he slid the sunglasses back over his eyes. "No one survives the High Priestess of Byzantium."

Goose bumps crawled over her flesh at the ancience implied by that title. Not responding, she opened the door to the sedan and got in-after cranking down all four windows. As she drove away, she saw Venom head for the woman by the elevator.

She'd been driving for ten minutes when she realized she'd forgotten to call Sara back. Spotting an unoccupied loading zone, she pulled off and dialed.

Her friend picked up on the first ring. "Rumor mill's going crazy. They're saying the blue angel flew away with you in his arms."

"Angels don't sully themselves carrying mortals." Except when they wanted said mortal somewhere pronto. "Anything else I should know about?"