Mika"el closed his eyes. He and Raphael had to leave: Raphael to transport Aramael"s body; Mika"el to locate the remaining Archangels and deal with the Fallen. They didn"t have time for this-or to oversee another memory-wipe by the Guardians.
The mortal shouts continued.
Mika"el saw the question in Raphael"s eyes and knew the other agreed. They had only one way out of this, but while it might be too late to pretend Heaven had any secrets remaining, it was still d.a.m.ned difficult to flaunt themselves.
Difficult but, at this point, necessary. He nodded. Standing tall and straight despite his burden, Raphael instantly unfurled his ma.s.sive black wings to their fullest and shot upward- Into nothingness.
A slow, collective lowering of weapons and stunned silence followed, broken by a murmured and heartfelt, "Holy Mother of G.o.d."
Mika"el studied them, one by one. He had spent six millennia on Earth, long enough to know humans better than any other angel did. Long enough that, though he could not save them, his heart ached at knowing what they faced. Their lives would never be the same after today. Not ever.
"Your colleague is in the washroom," he told them. "She"s unharmed."
And then, opening his own wings, he followed the other warrior.
Chapter 89.
Alex sat on the narrow platform at the rear of a paramedic bus, apart from the hive of activity even in the midst of it. Yellow wooden barricades held back a throng of onlookers. A group of officials stood off to one side in earnest discussion. Dozens of emergency personnel moved from one place to another, tending the wounded, checking the building, their feet crunching through piles of tempered-gla.s.s pebbles from dozens of disintegrated windows.
Her colleagues were cl.u.s.tered together, as far from her as the emergency vehicles and barricades would allow.
Cold from the hard steel seeped into her.
She burrowed deeper into the blanket"s folds. Her eyes burned from holding them open too long, hardly daring to blink, because every time she did, she saw it again. Aramael sprawled amid the black feathers of his wings. Dead. For her. Because of her. The image burned into her brain for eternity, because that"s how long she would live without him. With this loss and all the others to follow.
Forever and ever, amen.
h.e.l.l.
The platform beneath her gave a little, and a second blanket settled around her shoulders. She looked over to find Joly at her side, Abrams and Bastion standing beside him. Bastion held out a paper cup, steam curling up from the hole in its plastic lid.
"Probably not what you could use right now," he said gruffly, "but it"s warm."
Her thank you wouldn"t emerge, but she accepted the cup and managed a nod. Bastion reached across Joly to pat her shoulder. The three of them joined her in staring at the scene.
"The others?" she asked after a while.
Joly cleared his throat. "They"ll come around. You"re one of us, Jarvis. We watch out for our own."
Except maybe she wasn"t one of theirs anymore. Not after what Seth had done.
"Those things that came out of the window up there," said Abrams. "The ones with the . . ."
"Wings," she supplied, when it was apparent he wouldn"t-couldn"t-finish.
"Yeah. Those. They looked like . . ."
"Angels."
His skin tone took on the same gray as the November afternoon. He exchanged looks with Joly and Bastion-or tried to, but they were wholly focused on the pavement at their feet. "That"s insane," he muttered.
She neither confirmed nor denied the conclusion.
After a moment, he scuffed at the street. "Jesus Christ Almighty."
There seemed no point in contradicting him on that. More silence ensued, and then a new set of legs entered her field of vision. She looked up at Roberts. Someone had loaned him a firefighter"s coat, but despite the day"s chill, he hadn"t closed it to hide the dark brown streak of dried blood marring the shirt and tie beneath. Seth"s blood, acquired when Roberts had enveloped her in a wordless hug on the washroom floor.
He stared pointedly at her companions.
"Give us a minute?"
With more awkward pats on her shoulder, Joly, Abrams, and Bastion wandered back to join the others. Alex felt her supervisor studying her.
"You all right?" he asked.
d.a.m.n. Was she going to tear up every time someone asked her that? She nodded and tugged the blankets closer.
"There"s an awful lot of blood on you for someone who has no injuries, Alex."
Hers, Aramael"s, Seth"s. But they"d found only her at the scene.
"You want to talk about what happened?"
"Nope."
Roberts sighed. "I"m going to have someone take you home. Is there any chance Trent . . . ?"
Her tears overflowed, sending hot trickles down her cheeks. Clamping her lips together, she shook her head. Quickly, fiercely. Roberts"s hand settled onto her shoulder and squeezed.
"I"ll get Joly to drive you, and I"ll have Dr. Riley meet you there. No argument."
The latter as her head snapped up in objection.
Her supervisor shook his head, compa.s.sion and concern clouding his eyes. "There is no G.o.dd.a.m.n way I"m leaving you alone, Jarvis. Not tonight. Which reminds me-" He held out his hand. "I need your service weapon."
She stared at his open palm. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him he didn"t have to worry, that even if she did eat her gun, it wouldn"t kill her.
That nothing could.
Not anymore.
Instead, she reached to her hip, unholstered the weapon she"d retrieved from the washroom floor, and held it out to him. "I wouldn"t, you know."
Roberts pocketed the gun without comment and turned to go.
"Staff."
He looked back.
"Not Joly," she said. "Make it a uniform."
Someone I don"t know. Someone I don"t have to talk to.
He regarded her for a moment, then nodded. "I"ll let you know where our new quarters are," he said. "Take a few days off, then-"
"Monday," she said. "I"ll see you Monday."
Alex let herself into the apartment and dropped the keys on the table. She didn"t lock the door-partly because she knew Riley was coming, and partly because she didn"t care. Because it didn"t matter.
She turned to stare at the home she had shared with Seth. The hallway stretched before her, empty and accusatory, still resonant with the anger from the last time they"d stood in it together. She flinched, reliving again the slam of the door as he"d left. Her breath stabbed beneath her ribs. So much accusation and betrayal-so many dead because of it.
How in h.e.l.l could she have been so wrong?
She leaned against the wall. A thousand little details crowded in on her. A thousand misgivings that she"d ignored, dismissed, convinced herself weren"t real or important. She"d been so determined to love him, so set on saving him as he had twice saved her, and now . . .
Now she"d lost it all, everything that ever mattered to her, and because of Seth"s gift to her, she would live forever with those losses. Jen, Nina, Aramael.
Her legs slowly buckled beneath her. Beneath a past, a present, and a future that had become too heavy to bear. She slid down the wall until the floor prevented her from sinking any farther. Wrapped arms around knees. Held on tight as the first tear fell. A second followed, then a third-and then the dam inside her gave way to an anguish that enveloped her, sucked her under, closed over her soul.
From a long way off came the sound of knocking and Elizabeth Riley"s voice calling her name. A part of her tried to respond, but the rest of her wouldn"t cooperate. Couldn"t through the spasms racking her body. Then a door opened, footsteps approached, and gentle hands lifted her chin. Soothing murmurs washed over her, then something sharp jabbed into her arm.
Too late, Alex tried to pull back, to rea.s.sure Riley that she was okay. Still sane. Wasn"t she?
She slid beneath the surface.
Chapter 90.
Alex stared at the pale light creeping around the edges of the window blind. Outside, a truck rumbled by, a distant siren wailed, a plane droned overhead, a car alarm shrieked a summons to which no one paid attention. The sounds of a city stirring to life on a Sunday morning.
Inside, the rhythmic inhale and exhale of her own breathing, the faint tick of the clock in the living room. The sounds of an empty apartment bereft of all life but hers. No Seth. No Jen. No Nina. Everyone important to her, everyone she had ever cared about . . . taken. And the one soul who might have heeded her call for help?
Also gone.
She turned her mind inward, found her center, whispered his name. Aramael. But her soulmate didn"t hear her. Didn"t come to her. Never would again.
Curling into a ball, she bunched the covers beneath her chin and waited for tears. They didn"t come either. She closed her eyes. Without hysterics to distract herself, it was time to focus on the realities. Realities such as the three weeks Nina had before she would die giving birth to Lucifer"s Naphil b.a.s.t.a.r.d. The same length of time Alex would have to find her so she didn"t die alone. f.u.c.k.
Alex bit down on a scream of pure fury. Tempting as it was to give voice to the frustration building inside her, it would not help to have the neighbors calling 911 on her behalf. She tossed back the covers and swung her legs out of bed. On the bedside table, her cell phone rang. She reached for it, thumbed the answer b.u.t.ton, and put it to her ear.
"Jarvis," she croaked. Lord, was that her?
"You sound like you"ve had a rough couple of days or something," Henderson said.
At the sound of his voice, the tears she hadn"t been able to find a moment before flooded her eyes. She blinked them back furiously, shrugging a shrug he couldn"t see, and cleared her throat. "Nah. Same old, same old. Nothing exciting ever happens around here, I swear."
Her Vancouver colleague gave a soft snort. "You are so full of s.h.i.t, my friend. How are you?"
Remembering his aversion to her usual fine, she hazarded, "Alive?"
"I"d rather you said that with a little more conviction."
"And I"d rather I felt it with a little more conviction."
The reply earned her a chuckle. She smiled a little in return and blinked away the rest of the tears. It was good to hear a friendly voice. "Seriously, Hugh, I"m okay."
"Want to fill me in?"
"How much do you know?" She lay back against the pillow and tucked her feet under the duvet.
"I"ve seen the news footage from Parliament Hill, Riley filled me in on your sister and your niece, and I know that Seth came after you. You can go from there."
"Seth took back his powers. Turned out it wasn"t such a good thing for us after all. Or for me. He wanted company in his new abode. Ara-" She choked on the name and tried again, her voice husky, "Aramael tried to stop him."
Henderson was quiet. "Tried?" he asked at last.
She squeezed her eyes closed. Put her forearm across them. Curled her hand into a fist so tight that her fingernails bit into the palm. "He"s gone."
"Ah, h.e.l.l. Alex, I"m so sorry."
She had to work to find her voice. "Yeah. Me, too."
"So how-?"
"Michael. He and the other Archangels-" She broke off. Opening her eyes, she peered at the sleeve of her pajamas-wait, how did she get into her pajamas? She mentally shoved aside the distraction and scowled. How had Michael known that Aramael needed help? That she . . .
"Call," Aramael"s voice whispered in her memory. "Call Mika"el."
She scrambled into a sitting position. Stared at herself in the full-length mirror hanging on the opposite wall. Holy h.e.l.l. She"d called Heaven"s greatest warrior. And he"d heard her. Was that even possible?
"Jarvis? You there?" Henderson asked.