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  A flash of memory, bronze angel dust on Raphaels wings. Elena ground her teeth together. "Id think the Refuge would be too quiet for Her Royal Bitchiness. " New York, Milan, Paris, that was more Michaelas milieu.

  "Youd be right. " His eyes gleamed. "But seems shes developed a sudden interest in the place. "

  Yanking the brush through her hair, she found the hair-tie shed left on the bedside table and put the unmanageable mass up in a high ponytail. As she swung her legs over the side of the bed, Illium gave a pointed cough. "I wouldnt suggest going to them in your present condition. "

  "Im not an idiot," Elena muttered. "I want to do some exercise. "

  "Youre supposed to rest til morning. "

  "Trust me, I know my body. " She stood with a groan. "If I dont loosen these muscles now, itll be worse tomorrow. "

  Illium didnt say anything, simply watched as she walked to the bathroom. Closing the door, she splashed water over her face and willed herself to stop thinking about what might be happening between Raphael and Michaela. She wasnt worried that Raphael would sleep with Michaela - quite bluntly, Raphael wasnt the cheating kind. If he tired of her - and yeah, it hurt to even consider that - hed tell her to her face. More, she had a feeling he saw through Michaelas beauty to the venom inside.

  But it was impossible to forget the female archangels stunning face, that body that had seduced kings and destroyed empires. By contrast, Elenas own face - reflected in the mirror - was too thin, her skin carrying the pallor of a year spent in sleep. Confidence wasnt exactly easy. "Enough. " Putting down the face-towel, she walked back out.

  The bedroom proved empty, but she was in no doubt that Illium was nearby. Heading out onto the wide space of the balcony, she began to go through a stretching routine shed been taught at Guild Academy. Most of the moves still worked, though she had to get creative with a few, given that she now had wings to consider. She tripped a couple of times - until she forced herself to remember to keep the trailing edges raised. It had the same effect as if shed been trying to keep her arms straight while typing - the ache was a slow burn that got progressively more painful.

  Stubborn determination made her want to push through it, but remembering the state shed been in this afternoon, she took a break. Dragging herself back into the bedroom and out to the large living area, she found some juice and threw it back. The taste was fresh and tart on her tongue, an indication that this medieval-looking city of mountain and rock had an orange grove hidden somewhere deep within.

  "You have a phone call. "

  Turning on her heel, she found Illium holding up a sleek silver portable handset. So much for the medieval imagery. "I didnt hear it ring. "

  "I turned off the ringer while you were napping. " Passing it over, he took an apple from the fruit bowl. "Its Ransom. "

  Surprised at Illiums familiar tone, she lifted the receiver to her ear. "Hey, handsome. "

  She could hear the smile in the other hunters voice when he replied. "You flying yet?"

  "Soon. "

  "You sure are keeping some interesting company lately. "

  Glancing at Illium as the blue-winged angel walked out onto the separate balcony that flowed off this room, she said, "Where did you meet Illium?"

  "Erotique. "

  "You know some of the dancers?" Ransom had grown up on the streets, retained most of his contacts even now.

  "A couple. I get a lot of good intel there - even the most powerful of vamps gets talky when a womans got her mouth near his cock. "

  Elena wasnt surprised - vampires had once been human after all. It took a long time for the echoes to fade completely. "So what did they blab?"

  A crackle through the lines. ". . . want to know. "

  "What?" She pressed the receiver closer.

  "Words out that youre alive. Everyone thinks youre a bloodsucker - far as I can tell, none of the ones in the know have let the truth slip. "

  "Good. " She needed time to get her own head around her new reality before explaining it to anyone else. "Was that what you wanted to tell me?"

  "No. One of the dancers heard the vamps are placing bets on you surviving a year. "

  "Whatre the odds?"

  "Ninety-nine to one. "

  Elena didnt have to ask which was the winning side. "What do they know that I dont?"

  "Rumor is, Lijuan has a habit of feeding her guests to her pets. "

  Chapter 6

  Raphael watched Michaela lift the crystal wineglass to her lips with the effortless grace of a woman whod had centuries to perfect her elegant facade. Impartially speaking, she was beautiful, perhaps the most beautiful woman in the world, her skin a flawless shade akin to the most exotic coffee swirled with cream, her eyes a green that put gemstones to shame, her hair a tumble of black threaded with bronze, brown, a hundred shades in between.

  Stunning - and she used her looks as effectively and as unemotionally as others might a gun. If men, mortal and immortal, had died because theyd fallen prey to that beauty, that was their mistake.

  "So," she now purred, venom coated in honey, "your hunter survived. " When he didnt say anything, she made a moue of disappointment. "Why keep it a secret?"

  "I didnt think you were that interested in Elenas survival. "Only her death.

  To her credit, Michaela didnt pretend not to understand. "Touche. " Raising her wineglass in a toast, she took a small sip of the golden liquid. "Will you be very angry if I kill her?"

  Raphael met those poisonous eyes of vibrant green, wondering if Uram had ever seen through to the vicious heart of the woman hed called his consort. "You seem to have a fascination with my hunter. " It was a deliberate statement. Elena washis , and he would protect her.

  Michaela waved off the words. "She made interesting prey, but now that shes lost her abilities, the sport will be far too easy. I suppose I should just let her be. "

  It was a very smooth, very calculated offer. "I think," he said, not correcting her erroneous assumption, "Elena is more than capable of looking after herself. "

  Michaelas cheekbones cut sharply against skin men had died to touch. "Surely you dont think her my equal?"

  "No. " He waited, watched her face suffuse with pleasure, with satisfaction. "Shes something utterly unique. "

  For a single icy instant the mask slipped. "Be careful, Raphael. " A predator looked back at him, one whod clean blood off her fingers with chilly fastidiousness, even as she watched her victim writhe in agony at her feet. "I wont sheathe my claws because shes your pet. "

  "Then Ill ask Elena not to sheathe hers. " Taking a sip of his own wine, he leaned back in his chair. "Will you be at the ball?"

  A blink and the mask returned, pristine and perfect. "Of course. " She ran a hand through her hair, the move pushing her breasts against the olive-colored fabric of a dress that bared just enough to tempt most men to madness. "Have you ever been to Lijuans fortress?"

  "No. " The oldest of the archangels lived in a mountain stronghold secreted within Chinas extensive borders. "I dont think any of the Cadre have. " Though Raphael had managed to get several of his men inside over the centuries. At present, that task was Jasons, and each time he returned, Raphaels spymaster brought more and more disturbing news of Lijuans court.

  Michaela swirled the liquid in her glass. "Uram was invited there once when he was much younger," she told him. "Lijuan took a shine to him. "

  "Im not sure whether Uram shouldve been flattered or not. "

  A soft, intimate laugh. "She is rather . . . inhuman, isnt she?" This, coming from a member of the Cadre, spoke to the extent of Lijuans "evolution. "

  "What did Uram tell you of her stronghold?"

  "That it was impenetrable and filled with countless treasures. " Her eyes sparkled, whether in contemplation of those treasures or from the memory of her lover, Raphael couldnt say. "He said hed never seen such artwork, such tapestries and jewels. I dont know that I believed him - have you ever seen Lijuan wea
ring even a diamond?"

  "She has no need to. " With hair of purest white and eyes of a strange pearlescent gray that hed seen nowhere else on this earth, Lijuan was unforgettable without ornamentation. And these days, Raphael thought, the other archangels attention was fixed on a world the rest of them couldnt even begin to fathom. She hadnt left her stronghold at all this past half year, not even to meet with her fellow archangels. Which made the ball all the more extraordinary. "Has she invited the entire Cadre?"

  "Chari has received an invitation," Michaela said of another of her former lovers, "and he says Neha has as well, so I assume shes invited the others. You should ask Favashi to accompany you. I think our Persian princess would like you for a consort. "

  Raphael met Michaelas gaze. "If you could kill every single beautiful woman in the world, would you?"

  Her smile never faded. "In an instant. "

  Elena hung up the phone with a frown and stepped out onto the balcony. "Illium, do you know anything about Lijuans pets?"

  The other angel shot her a wide-eyed glance. "Ransom has very good sources. "

  Yes, Elena thought, he did. But even he hadnt been able to discover the identity of these creatures that had the vampires so certain of her death. "What are they?" Her spine locked as her mind offered an explanation. "Not vampires whove given in to bloodlust?"

  Locked in a constant loop of violence, feeding and hunger, those vampires made the most sociopathic of killers.

  "Come here, little hunter. Taste. "

  Illium shook his head as she slammed the door on a memory that refused to stay buried, his hair tumbled by the stiff breeze coming off the mountains. He was a jewel against the night, his beauty so intense that it forced the eye to him rather than the stars. She took the lifeline, hung onto the present. "Why hasnt Michaela killed you yet?"

  "Im male. Shed rather fuck me. "

  The blunt answer threw her off balance for a second. "Have you?"

  "Do I look like I want to be eaten alive after sex?"

  Startled into a grin, she turned her face into the wind, enjoying the biting freshness. "So, Lijuans pets?"

  "Ask Raphael. "

  Her smile disappeared at the thought of where Raphael was at that moment. Searching for a distraction, she nodded at the lights she could see dotting the sides of the gorge that fell away beneath them, a massive split in the earths crust. "Dont tell me people live down there?" Water ran far, far below the lights, but even so, she could feel the raging thunder of its passage.

  "Why not? The caves make the most perfect of aeries. " His grin was a slash of white across his face. "I have one. When you can fly, you can come see it. "

  "At the rate Im going, Ill be eighty by the time I can actually fly. "

  "Itll only take once," Illium said softly, his face lifted up to the moonlight. The beams played over him as if entranced, turning his skin translucent, his hair a thousand strands of liquid ebony dipped in sapphires. "That first flight is something you never forget - the rush of air as your wings spread, the intoxicating freedom, the sheer joy that dances in the soul from being all that youre meant to be. "