Archangel's Legion (Guild Hunter #6)(63)

Understanding the message, she came to a stop slightly behind and to the left of Caliane, while Raphael flanked the Ancient on her right. As if they’d been waiting for exactly that, a squadron of fighters in the midnight blue of Caliane’s forces landed behind them.

“The gift,” Caliane said, actual frost beginning to coat the hem of Elena’s dress and the tips of her wings, “is unsuitable and must be declined.” It sounded like a rote response, except that Caliane’s razored voice had come a hairsbreadth from slicing flesh.

“A pity. They are a well-trained unit.” Smile deepening against skin so thin Elena could see her skull beneath, Lijuan didn’t break eye contact with Caliane.

Elena wondered if Raphael’s mother heard the screams she always did when looking into those pearlescent eyes, as if Lijuan held within her a thousand trapped souls.

“I,” Lijuan continued, “also bring reparation for the damage I did your city on my previous visit.”

Two of her men carried forward a chest, opening it to reveal a pirate’s ransom in gold and gemstones. “A sign of my goodwill.”

“The damage done cannot be so easily repaired,” was Caliane’s frigid response. “The breach is final.”

Audible gasps, the guests closest to the confrontation flinching as if in anticipation of violence.

Elena tightened her grip on her blade, her fingers chilled but functional. Raphael?

My mother has just told Lijuan that no matter how long they live, there can never be anything but enmity between them.

Not a surprise, and nothing that explained the panic she could see on the faces of those who stood nearby. It’s not done to say it so bluntly?

Not unless one side is anticipating another betrayal.

Oh. Caliane, she realized, had just called Lijuan a liar in front of a crowd of the most powerful angels and vampires in the world.

Lijuan’s smile didn’t fade, but Elena saw a slick of black begin to crawl across the eerie paleness of her irises. “It disappoints me to hear that.”

“It disappoints me to have to say it, but your welcome was also a steep disappointment.”

Another round of flinches, but this time Elena had caught the insult buried in what seemed, at first, an incomprehensible statement. She’s talking about the fact Lijuan attacked her right after she rose from her thousand-year Sleep.

The crashing sea of Raphael touching her mind, clean and strong and wild. It’s a shadowy line, so not all may agree, but it was a questionable act at best.

You might want to warn your mother that Lijuan is batshit, won’t play by the rules.

I did so this morning. Do you have other weapons aside from the blade on your arm?

Another knife, but I can easily take a sword from the vampires strutting around with them as fashion statements. Long swords weren’t her weapon of choice, but Galen had drilled her until she could fight with them in a pinch. For future reference, I am never, ever going to a ball again without a crossbow and a flamethrower.

I do not think there will be any further such events until the Cascade is over.

Spreading her feet a fraction farther apart under the skirts of her dress, Elena positioned herself to spin out and grab the sword of the poppycock to her left at the first sign of trouble. But then Lijuan unfolded her wings in a whispering sweep. “I welcome you to my territory. I am certain the breach can be mended.” Her liftoff was silent, as was that of her squadron, the silence so thick, Elena knew it for another blatant display of power.

Raphael lifted off at the same instant, Caliane’s squadron at his back as they tracked Lijuan out of the territory. Naasir is close to you, Elena. Do not stray too far from him.

Recalling his words from before the ball and recognizing the worry behind the autocratic order, she said, I won’t. Be careful.

The air warmed around her, the frost melting away to nothing as Caliane turned, her eyes liquid blue flame. And although Elena knew she was beyond outclassed in the power stakes, she continued to flank Caliane when Raphael’s mother moved through the crowd with elegant grace. Tasha fell in on Caliane’s other side, and in her hand was a gleaming sword—held in a grip that said she knew how to use it and use it well.

“My lovers have always been warrior women.”

The realization slammed into her with the force of a hammer blow, just as Caliane met Elena’s gaze for a fleeting second . . . and inclined her head in the slightest nod of acknowledgment.

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Raphael returned deep into the ball, having escorted Lijuan to the sea border.

The rest of the gathering was drama free, the revelry going on till the early hours of the morning. To Elena, the celebrating had the feel of desperation, as if the ordinary angels and the vampires knew war hovered on the horizon and were aware that in a fight between behemoths, it was the weaker who’d become cannon fodder.

Caliane bid them good night sometime after three a.m. and retired to her bed, accepting the escort of a man with the same green eyes as Tasha. Elena and Raphael stayed an hour longer as she’d asked them to act as hosts in her stead, the pain of Kahla’s loss clearly weighing heavily on her once more.

“Keir?” Elena asked, once they’d left the courtyard and the final revelers to their play.

“He has just reached the body. I have Naasir and Isabel standing watch while he examines Kahla.”

Around them, Amanat didn’t slumber, but instead settled into a romantic quietness as couples and small groups strolled through its softly lit beauty, leaving one another alone for the most part. Running her fingers along the carvings that decorated the wall to her left, Elena thought of the body that lay so close to the city, the death that had almost engulfed Caliane’s people, and breathed a sigh of relief.