"You shouldn't have been so easily taken."
"More than one. Wings. Heard wings."
Raphael had executed an archangel. He felt no compunction in taking out an angel who sought to make his name by brutalizing those who looked to Raphael. "Markings?"
"I couldn't see." His good eye shifted toward Raphael. "They took my eyes when the beating started."
The dullness of the vampire's gaze suddenly made sense. The eye hadn't been left undamaged after all - it had simply begun to regenerate before its mate. "Did you sense anything about your attackers?"
"They said I was a message from Elijah." A cough rasping out of his chest.
Raphael called no archangel friend, but he didn't call Elijah an enemy either. "Male or female?"
"I was half insane by then." Flat words. "To me it sounded like pure evil. But at least one of them got off on the pain. While they were branding me . . . someone laughed and laughed and laughed."
Elena was on her way back to shower and change from the training session with Dmitri when something cut through the air with a chilling whistle. She hit the ground hard, smashing one elbow on the stone paving and scraping the palm of her other hand. Her wings escaped damage, but only because she'd remembered to fall to her side. The payoff would be a giant bruise on her left flank, a bone-deep pain in her arm.
She lifted her head with hunter cautiousness the instant after she hit the earth, knowing she'd be a sitting duck if she didn't move. Sensing nothing, she made the decision to rise to her feet. Even then, all she heard was silence; this part of Raphael's territory was filled with trees that seemed to thrive on the crisp mountain air, no angelic residences within a hundred feet.
Wondering if she'd just given herself a good hard whack for no reason, she began to turn in a slow circle. That whistling noise, it had sounded so much like - Her eye fell on the hilt of a throwing knife still quivering as it lay embedded in the trunk of a tree directly in line with where she'd been standing. Limping over on a slightly twisted ankle, she took a sniff of the knife before touching it.
Fur and diamonds and all things good girls shouldn't want.
"Goddamn vampire." She was so annoyed at herself for having missed him shadowing her that it took her two attempts to pull off the piece of paper wrapped around the hilt and secured with a rubber band.
The message was written in a strong masculine hand, flowing bold and dark.
This is not a Refuge for you. You're prey. Don't forget.
Chapter 9
Raphael watched Elena walk in, her hand shredded, her foot dragging, and wondered if he'd have to kill the leader of his Seven after all.
"I get to kill him," she said, collapsing on a sofa in their living area. "And I plan to enjoy every minute of it."
Assessing the bloodthirsty expression on her face, he decided he'd leave Dmitri to her.
"Does your foot need looking at?"
"It seems to be fixing itself up real fast." A questioning glance. "My ability to heal has been accelerated?"
"To an extent. Simple scratches and sprains will fade within the day, but, given your recent transition, breaks will still take weeks."
"Better than months." She ran her uninjured hand over her face. "I figured you were busy doing archangel stuff."
Looking at her, bedraggled and beaten, some might have seen weakness. He saw strength, determination, and a will no one could crush. "I've spoken to Noel."
"What did he say?" Her expression was grim by the time he finished. "No solid trail for us to follow."
"No. He was ambushed while alone in one of the less populated sections of Elijah's Refuge territory." Cross traffic was permitted throughout the city, so long as certain courtesies were observed. "I've had Jason checking, but he's been unable to find any witnesses."
"The ambush site?"
"Exposed to the elements. Any trace of their passage is long gone." Which spoke to some very careful planning. "And Noel was so badly injured, it was impossible to tell whether the ones who took him left anything of their own blood or sweat behind."
Elena shook her head. "I don't think they did - I would've picked up the most minute trace when we first saw him, that area was so clean of scent. What about the shoe prints on his back?"
"Not enough detail - his flesh had already begun to heal." Raphael was certain that had been deliberate. Not to hide the boot marks, but to ensure the shards of glass were buried deep enough that they'd cause excruciating pain when Noel rose to consciousness.
"How bad is it for him?" A quiet question.
"Brutal."
She closed her injured hand over her knee, the tendons turning white against the dark gold of her skin. "You give any credence to the Elijah angle?"
"Nothing but an attempt to play me." If Elijah decided to kill Raphael, he wouldn't waste time on petty games. "Elijah has no desire for conquest."
Elena met his gaze, her frustration at the dead ends clear. "Can I do anything?"
"The stronger you get, the more difficult it becomes to hurt you."
Her expression grew intent, as if she'd heard something he hadn't been aware of saying.
"It's personal for you, just like it is for Illium and the others."
"I won't allow my people to be treated as disposable pawns." And he'd cold-bloodedly end the life of anyone who dared come after Elena.
"That's how hunters work. Attack one, attack us all." A quick nod. "I have a feeling you suspect someone."
"Nazarach is over seven centuries old and as with many of the old ones, pain has become his pleasure." Nazarach was also bound to Raphael. If he'd turned traitor, his punishment would send a scream through the world.