"Did Dmitri mention the case I"m working?" she asked her friend, feeling her way before she mentioned the details. The last thing she wanted to do was drag Honor back into the horror she"d survived.
"Yes." Honor"s skin pulled taut over her bones, her voice vibrating with withheld emotion when she said, "I hope Raphael fries the evil b.a.s.t.a.r.d after you catch him."
Demarco leaned forward, lowered his voice. "What"s the case?"
Rea.s.sured by Honor"s anger that her friend wasn"t in a bad heads.p.a.ce, Ashwini told him. She knew he wouldn"t speak to anyone else about it unless she gave him the go-ahead. "Have either one of you heard anything that might help?"
"I wish I had," Honor said, her fury a thrum beneath her skin. "But I haven"t really been on the streets since I got back, mostly teaching and at the Tower, helping Dmitri deal with the Legion. Now and then, the Primary will talk to me in an ancient language I"ve studied but never expected to hear. It"s fascinating."
Ashwini shivered at the thought of the winged army that had appeared out of nowhere. Most people a.s.sumed the fighters had arisen from a secret compound that belonged to Raphael. Ash knew that was wrong, very, very wrong. Even from a distance, they gave off such a sense of age that it was a crushing pressure against her senses.
Sometimes it felt as if the entire ocean lay on top of her, the weight of it at once vast and strangely freeing. The last time she"d woken breathless from that particular dream, she"d walked out to her little balcony to see a Legion fighter sitting on the railing.
He"d stared at her. She"d stared at him, the hairs rising on her arms.
An instant later, he"d flown off, his batlike wings silent in the night-draped sky.
Demarco tapped his finger on the table, the sound tugging her back from the memory of the surreal encounter. "Ransom was saying something about his street friends having noticed a weird vibe in the clubs. You should talk to him."
"I was hoping he"d be here." A former street kid, Ransom had contacts the rest of them couldn"t access, and with his leg currently in a cast that meant he couldn"t actively hunt, he"d been drafted in as an Academy instructor for the duration.
Demarco glanced away, staring through the cas.e.m.e.nt windows at the snow that had begun to fall again, the flakes fatter and heavier than when Ashwini had come inside. "He took the day off."
Ashwini caught Honor"s eye. Turning to Demarco, they said, "Spill," in unison.
"s.h.i.t." He shoved a hand through his hair. "I can"t. He"ll skin me. You"ll know tonight."
They trained their best "Talk or die" scowls on him, but he folded his arms and narrowed his eyes. Ashwini knew that look. He wasn"t going to budge. "Fine," she muttered. "But you better have a d.a.m.n good excuse for keeping it from us."
"Trust me." Grinning, he unfolded his arms, all open charm, but while she felt the affection of a friend for him, his smile did nothing for her as a woman.
Not like the smile of a certain vampire.
"Talking of secrets," Demarco drawled, "you and the Cajun-"
Ashwini thumped a blade into the table in front of the other hunter, left it quivering in a vertical position.
"Watch it, Dem"-Honor laughed-"or you might end up dog food."
The other hunter threw up his hands. "It was an innocent question."
"Anyway," Ashwini said pointedly, "if you hear anything that might be useful, pa.s.s it on." She figured Ellie already had the info via Raphael.
"Will do." Demarco glanced at his watch. "Gotta go. Have to pick up a vampire who decided to skip out on his Contract."
Ashwini and Honor stared at him. "And you were sitting here eating a m.u.f.fin?" Honor asked in a dumbfounded tone. "Isn"t a pickup a little more, I don"t know, important?"
"Genius booked a bus ticket. I swear to G.o.d," Demarco said, doing up the b.u.t.tons on his pale brown corduroy jacket with leather patches of darker brown at the elbows. "Under the name Bill Smith."
Ashwini rolled her eyes. "I guess it"s better than John Smith."
"No, that"s his real name. Plus, since he was good enough to provide photo ID when he booked, I know it"s my target." He grabbed a deep blue woolen scarf and wrapped it around his neck twice. "I know what you"re thinking, that he"s throwing me off the scent-but I did my research. Bill Smith is an accountant who goes by the book."
"Then why is he attempting to skip out on his Contract?" Only the morons, the deluded, and the arrogant tried to cheat the angels. Especially when the resulting punishments were known to be pitiless. Ashwini would"ve felt sorry for the vamps she brought back to face punishment except that no one had to choose vampirism. Once you made that bargain, though, it was your responsibility to keep it.
After all, there were no take-backs when it came to the near-immortality bestowed in return for the hundred years of Contracted service.
"Bill Smith thinks he found a loophole," Demarco answered with a roll of his own eyes. "That"s according to the certified letter he left his angel. And there might be a woman involved. Isn"t there always?" A woebegone look. "Us poor males don"t stand a chance." Gloves on, he left with a quick laughing salute, promising to message them if he did in fact pick up Bill Smith at the bus station.
Alone with Honor, Ashwini said, "Dmitri giving good blood aside, how"s the vamp thing going?" They"d talked after Honor"s return to the city, but her friend continued to adjust to her new life.
"It is a bit weird, realizing I"m not human any longer. I forget all the time and then something reminds me and I go through the surprise of it all over again." She snuck a taste of Ashwini"s chocolate milk. "But no one"s treated me any different-at the Guild, I mean. I was worried about that, you know?"
"Idiot." Only way a hunter lost his or her right to the loyalty of her brethren was if she betrayed them. "You do realize you"ll now be a hunter for eternity?"
Honor"s smile turned her eyes an incredible jeweled shade that was breathtaking, her immortality unmistakable at that instant. "I"m happy, Ash. Happier than I"ve ever been. Dmitri . . ." A shake of her head. "I don"t have the words."
"You don"t need them." Ashwini had sensed the soul-deep connection between Honor and Dmitri the first time she saw them together. As if two broken halves of a whole had found their way to each other, and in the process healed the fractures in one another.
Sometimes, she thought Janvier could do the same for her, if only she"d let him in.
Honor closed her hand over Ashwini"s where it lay on the table, the two of them having been friends long enough that the other woman wasn"t threatened by her abilities. Ashwini, in turn, had no problem dealing with Honor"s touch. Even with the horror she"d suffered, Honor was Honor, no ugly surprises, just an old, old soul. The nightmares that had tormented her in the aftermath of her abduction were long gone, vanquished by a fierce spirit that had chosen love over darkness.
"It"s a wonderful thing, Ash . . . and you can have it with Janvier. He adores you."
"I know." It was a rasp of sound, the need inside her a vast emptiness.
She adored him, too.
And because she did, she had to find a way to tell him the truth.
16.
Standing on the roof of the Legion high-rise, the snow having pa.s.sed, Elena looked at the architect c.u.m structural engineer who had the task of converting it to the Legion"s specifications. "Can you do something with the roof so we can insert a skylight?"
Twisting her lips, the stunning ebony-skinned vampire named Maeve glanced down at the flat surface. "I could, but if you"re wanting to maximize natural light, I say we take off the entire roof and replace it with gla.s.s."
"Can we do that?" Adrenaline shot through Elena. "Structurally, I mean?"
"Don"t see why not." Maeve"s accent was so modern Manhattan, her clothes so edgy-like the kaleidoscope of color that was the structured, asymmetric ankle-length coat she wore-no one who didn"t know would"ve guessed she"d been born on another continent over five hundred years ago.
The woman, with her high, slashing cheekbones and short crop of tight curls, had used the years to become multiqualified and was considered one of the best in her line of work. "Only thing is," Maeve continued, "I"d have to work out the weight tolerance-Legion might not be able to gather on it in such large groups."
Elena looked at the Primary, standing silent to her right. "Preference?"
"Gla.s.s." The rim of blue around his irises appeared to burn in the icy winter light. "If we can gather in a place of earth, we do not need the roof."
"So," Elena said, "we make the entire penthouse a gla.s.s box." With floor-to-ceiling windows designed to be opened so the Legion could fly in and out, though they"d have to figure out how to conserve heat in winter for the plants.
"No."
Maeve blinked at the Primary"s interjection. "No?"
"Can you make the garden deeper?"
"You mean merge two or more floors?"
A curt nod.
"Yes," the other woman said slowly. "But I think what"ll work best is if we don"t take out the entire floor between the two levels-instead, we can cut it out in parts." She did a rough sketch on her tablet using a stylus. "See, like this?"
The sketch showed a hollowed-out interior with ledges coming out from the walls in what appeared to be a random formation over three floors, but Elena quickly realized the placement of those ledges meant light would be maximized, creating multiple areas for gardens, as well as landing sites for the Legion. "Brilliant."
The Primary touched the sketch. "Yes. Can the whole building be thus?"
Maeve blew out a breath, her hands squeezing the tablet. "Wow. Okay, I"m going to have to do more research on the structural aspects of the building to answer that question." She was making frantic notes as she spoke. "Top three floors, though, that"s a definite."
Elena was wonderfully astonished at the idea of a high-rise turned into a giant greenhouse, its interior a branching tree through which a winged being could weave all the way to the ceiling. She crossed her fingers that Maeve would be able to come up with a solution.
"We might as well start on the top three floors, then," she said, after a glance at the Primary to see if he agreed. "Maeve, I know plants, but the building"s going to be your ball game."
"I"m on it."
Leaving the other woman to talk to her team, Elena took the Primary to a gardening supplies warehouse, where she organized delivery of pots, soil, freestanding grow lights, and other items. Their next stop was a commercial greenhouse.
Two hours later, enough plants and supplies had been delivered that she put the Legion to work. It would take time for the modifications to the top floors to be completed; in the interim, she"d decided to transform the entire first floor into a place where plants could thrive and the Legion could rest.
Elena understood the need for a haven, a safe place.
With Maeve"s consent and advice, the winged fighters had already knocked down walls that weren"t load-bearing, opening up the s.p.a.ce. They"d also ripped up the carpet and cleaned the floor so it was smooth. All of it since six that morning.
As she helped rig things up so this floor would have adequate heat and humidity, then showed the Legion fighters how to handle the more delicate plants, she began to feel her own body relax. Their pleasure in the earth was transcendent, the haunting peace of it wrapping her in its wings . . . until her skin rippled with a cold shiver, her heart punching into her rib cage.
She could hear them, the echo of whispers that together was a mind created of hundreds; it was a rushing, overwhelming sound inside her skull, like a wave crashing inside a cave. "Stop," she gasped out.
Silence.
The Primary was in front of her seconds later. "The consort does not wish to join our conversation?"
That was when Elena understood the voices had been an invitation. "One at a time," she said, not sure quite what she was doing but feeling an odd sense of . . . vulnerability around her. "I want to know you one at a time."
A rustling consternation.
"We are one," the Primary said. "We are the Legion."
"This," she said, brushing her hands over the miniature mandarin orange tree in front of her, "is one. The root systems, the trunk, the branches, the leaves, they all act together with one goal. Yet not one of the leaves is exactly the same. You can be one without being identical copies."
Muted whispers, the Legion attempting to be quiet for her benefit. It cut off when the Primary looked around the room. Returning his gaze to Elena, he said, "We will consider the idea of being one without being one."
Elena was pretty sure the Legion continued their whispering discussion long after she left late in the afternoon. It had been eerie to be in a silent room when she"d known a heated debate was going on between its inhabitants.
Having showered and changed at the Tower, she swept out under the rays of the setting sun, more than ready to go home, be with Raphael and their friends. She"d only been in the air a matter of seconds when she received a message from Demarco.
You owe me fifty bucks. Bill Smith was waiting patiently in line for his bus.
She couldn"t believe it; when they"d run into each other at their mutual favorite coffee place at dawn that morning, and he"d shared his plan for catching the vampire, she"d told him he was losing it. "Shows what I know," she muttered and sent him a reply before sliding her phone away into a zipped pocket.
Archangel? she said, unsure if she"d reach him. He"d taken a specialist squadron out over the sea to practice maneuvers. Now, more than ever, the Tower"s defenses had to be airtight. New York couldn"t appear wounded prey to the hostile forces who watched. On the other hand, their people were tired. It was why Dmitri had staggered exercises so every fighter would have more days off than usual in rotation.
The wind swept into her mind, licked with rain and the endless sea. I"ll be home soon, hbeebti. Naasir has said he will behave if he arrives first.
Well, he has promised not to eat me, so that"s something.
Illium fell into flight with her as Raphael"s laughter lingered in her mind, while her Legion escort flew far enough overhead that it was un.o.btrusive. Angling her wings slightly so she could talk to the blue-winged angel beside her, the silver filaments in his feathers catching the fading light, she said, "Are you coming to dinner, too?"
It was odd. She"d initially invited Naasir, Janvier, and Ash. The small team had become a tight unit during the fighting and she knew Naasir hadn"t yet had a chance to catch up with Ash. All three had accepted the invitation, but the weird thing was, suddenly every member of the Seven who was in the vicinity had the night off to join them.
Illium"s golden eyes gleamed beneath the blue-tipped black of his eyelashes. "Oh, yes, I"m definitely coming to dinner."
Elena wasn"t an idiot. "What are you expecting Naasir to do?"
Illium dived toward the water at breathtaking speed, came up at a steep angle. "Word is," he said, "Naasir"s bringing you a present."
That didn"t sound ominous . . . until she considered who they were talking about.
Illium shot up to the sun before she could question him about Naasir"s gift-giving proclivities.
Elena kept to a more lazy flight homeward. Montgomery had promised her double chocolate fudge cake, and, whatever Naasir"s present, it couldn"t hold a candle to the butler"s double chocolate fudge cake-Montgomery made it himself from scratch, guarded the recipe like a dragon with his treasure.
When her phone rang, she answered it with a smile. "I was waiting to hear from you," she said to her younger sister Eve. "How did the exam go?"
"It wasn"t as hard as my friends and I thought it would be," Eve said, voice ebullient, and the two of them fell into an easy conversation.
Landing on the snow-covered lawn of her and Raphael"s Enclave home not long after she and Eve said good-bye, she watched Illium come down fast and neat. Aodhan dropped out of the sky at a slower pace, the early evening light fracturing off him in dazzling sparks.
"How"s the wing feel?" she asked, having noticed the last-minute correction he"d made to keep from toppling sideways.
"Significant weakness, but I must continue to exercise it at this stage of the healing process." He stretched both wings out to their full breadth, folded them back in again.