Archangel's Enigma (Guild Hunter)(103)

“He safeguarded the people in this area well.”

When Favashi looked at him, he was surprised to see tears in her eyes. The Archangel of Persia might appear softly female, but she was as ruthless as any other member of the Cadre, the archetypal iron hand in a velvet glove. “He was my lover once, before my ascension.” A sudden harsh rasp to her voice. “Strong and loyal. I should’ve taken him as mine, but I wanted someone with more power.”

Someone like Dmitri, Raphael thought, aware Favashi had offered his second the position of consort. “I am sorry for that, Favashi.” Had he not seen her tears, he wouldn’t have believed her heart involved. But those tears were real, as was the twist of her face as she tried to fight them.

The other archangel drew in a shaky breath. “He used to make me laugh,” she whispered. “Even after we went our separate ways and he found a mate, he remained my friend who could make me laugh. I never realized how much I needed that until this instant.” She looked around, her eyes lost. “I should’ve made him mine,” she repeated. “Now he is no more and no one will ever again make me laugh as he did.”

A pregnant silence.

Then, hands fisted, Favashi took a deep breath, and when she turned to face Raphael again, the lost, heartbroken woman was gone. In her place stood a furious archangel with vengeance on her mind. “If Lijuan believes I will forgive her this crime, she is a fool.”

Raphael wondered if Lijuan realized her arrogance may just have cost her an archangel who might’ve otherwise remained neutral in any future battle. “Lijuan’s arrogance is dangerous, but worse are her growing powers.”

Raphael hadn’t missed the fact that the Archangel of China had gone noncorporeal as she fled. Paired with her vicious black rain, her capacity to rejuvenate herself from the lifeforce of others, as well as her ability to create infectious reborn, it made her the most dangerous being on the planet.

“She isn’t the only one whose powers are growing,” Favashi said, and suddenly, the winds were a tornado around them.

Those winds fell flat just as quickly, but the display confirmed rumors of Favashi’s Cascade-born ability.

Considering the offensive uses of such a power, Raphael said, “Alexander and you cannot exist in the same territory for long.”

There was a reason archangelic territories were separated by considerable distances. Two archangels could stay in close proximity only for a limited time. The exact period depended on the archangels involved. Sooner or later, their powers began to shove against each other, creating tension that could erupt easily into bloodshed. Even Raphael’s parents hadn’t always been able to be together, though their deep love for one another had significantly ameliorated the effect.

As if nature knew their hearts should not be forced apart.

“The Cadre will decide,” Favashi said, spreading out her wings. “For now, I will go and welcome him to the world.”

Raphael rose into the night sky with her, showed her to the village. And he warned Alexander of her impending arrival. The Ancient was standing laughing with his sentinels when they landed, nothing in his stance or expression to betray his vulnerability. He’d woken at far too high a speed, would need at least six months to recover. Until then, he was at risk of a deadly attack, but only if someone realized the extent of his weakness.

Raphael would’ve worried Lijuan would launch another assault except that she’d retreated far too quickly from this battle. According to what Andromeda had seen in Lijuan’s citadel, the Archangel of China had only been partially healed when she’d decided on this mission. A second wildfire injury on top of the first should take her out of the equation long enough for Alexander to come to full strength.

“Can we kill her?” Favashi asked flatly once she and Alexander had completed the formal greeting. “While she’s weak?”

Alexander frowned.

Raphael, knowing the Ancient’s beliefs on honor and the rules of battle, expected him to negate that option. But he’d forgotten the rage now in Alexander’s blood. “Any archangel who attacks a Sleeper and murders his son is not worthy of respect.” Each word was a chip of ice. “I see no reason not to strike at her while she’s wounded.”

“We considered it after she attacked my city,” Raphael said, “but Lijuan isn’t stupid. Neither my spymaster, nor the spymasters of my allies, were able to pinpoint the location where she went to ground.” It hadn’t, despite appearances, been her citadel.

Favashi’s wings glowed. “Perhaps she has developed the ability to bury herself in the same way as Alexander and Caliane.”

Alexander stirred, his jaw no longer held in a vicious line. “Caliane? She has woken?”

“Yes.” Raphael met the other man’s gaze. “She will be pleased to see you—I think I take no liberties in extending an invitation for you to visit her territory.” Caliane would expect him to offer the invitation, for while he was Cadre, he was also her son.

Their relationship would never be simple or one-dimensional.

Alexander inclined his head in gracious acceptance of the offer before returning his attention to Favashi. “This land was once mine and still sings to my blood. Yet you have held it safe since your ascension.” The implication was clear: Alexander wanted his territory back.

Favashi didn’t back down. “As always, the Cadre’s decision will be law.”