Archangel's Legion (Guild Hunter #6)(27)

“Or,” Hannah whispered, her hand sliding into Elijah’s, “in one where angels fall from the sky.”

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The other couple didn’t leave till dawn, the information shared as the city slumbered and Montgomery slipped unobtrusively in and out with wine, then coffee, and finally orange juice, going far beyond what either couple had expected, the birth of a trust that had Elijah telling them what he’d discovered about Titus.

“It appears he has gained power over the earth—my man says Titus can now cause earth tremors. If his ability continues to develop in the same vein, he may one day soon be able to collapse the ground under the feet of an invading army.”

In turn, Raphael shared Jason’s information about Astaad’s domination over the sea, and possibly other bodies of water. “There are also rumors Favashi can control the winds,” he added, “though I have no confirmation. Michaela and Charisemnon remain a mystery.”

“I, too, have been unable to discover what they may have gained,” Elijah said, skin taut over the bones of his face and jaw tight. “But knowing what I do of Charisemnon’s appetites and Michaela’s cruelty, it can be nothing good.”

Raphael could do nothing but agree, his distaste for Charisemnon deeply hewn. The other archangel took girls barely budded to his bed, having somehow convinced his people that such was an honor to the children chosen. As for Michaela, he was deadly certain she’d egged Uram on when it came to making the fateful decision that had turned the other man into a blood-soaked monster, her effect that of the spider that eats its mate.

“I’ll share anything further I learn of the others if you’ll do the same,” Elijah said when they walked out onto the lawn, offering his arm to seal the pact.

Raphael accepted the offer, his hand closing over the top of Elijah’s forearm and the other man’s over his, theirs the clasp of warriors. “It is done.”

“This might’ve been my first official gig as your consort at our home”—Elena hid a yawn behind an open palm as they watched Elijah and Hannah fly high into the sky—“but I call that an unqualified success.”

“Elijah’s cooperation causes me concern.” Sliding an arm around her waist, he drew her to his chest. “No archangel shares so readily.”

“Readily?” Mouth falling open, Elena cupped his face in her hands. “It took you two six hours to get to the point. It was like watching a couple of tigers circling each other, deciding whether to be friends or to bite.”

“First a courtship, now tigers?” He ran his hand down her spine, and when she yawned once again, drew her toward the house, her wing brushing the underside of his arm. “You must rest. Hannah may be able to take a night without sleep, but you are a babe in immortal terms.”

“I shouldn’t be this tired,” she muttered. “I pulled all-nighters at Guild Academy, for crying out loud, then aced my exams the next day.”

Spreading his hand on the silken curve of her hip, he leaned down to kiss her scowling mouth. “You are becoming immortal, Elena. Not a single cell in your body ever truly rests.”

A pause, her feet halting on the grass. “Doesn’t it ever bother you?”

Surprised at the piercing vulnerability of the question, he tilted up her chin so he could see her eyes. “That my consort needs sleep?”

Elena realized he hadn’t understood her question. “Yes,” she said, “and the fact that she will for a long time yet.” As a human, she’d been stronger than most; it made her weakness as an immortal even more difficult to accept. “Right now, Hannah, with her lack of offensive skills, could beat me in a fight, simply by holding on until I was too tired and weak to go on.”

Raphael raised an eyebrow. “No, she could not, because should it come to a fight to the death, you would slice off her head in the first ten seconds, cut out her heart in the next twenty, then burn her body to make sure she’d never again rise.”

Blinking at the cold-blooded response, she stared. “You really think I’m capable of that?”

“If Hannah should prove a threat to me or the others you love, yes.” A faint smile, his kiss a flagrantly sexual branding, his fingers thrusting into her hair to send pins scattering to the grass, his body all hard ridges and heat against her own. “Your love is a fierce thing, Elena, a thing with claws and teeth when it comes to protecting those you claim.”

He was right; she’d take on that batshit crazy Lijuan herself if it meant saving the lives of the people she loved. “Does that bother you? That I’m so bloodthirsty?”

Laughing, he reached down and swung her into his arms with an easy strength that made her feel like a gently reared Southern belle out of a period drama. “I’ll answer that upstairs. After I see your knife sheath.”

Oh, God, he sounded like he was purring. “Sleep is overrated,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing the delicious slope of it. “I’d much rather get naked with my man.”

The instant they were behind the closed doors of their bedroom, he threw her on the bed and divested her of her dress and shoes, leaving her wearing only the slim knife strapped to her thigh. When she reached down to get rid of it, he shook his head and, holding her gaze, stripped off his own formal clothes to reveal a body that made her whimper before he got on top of her.