Free Guild Hunter 05 - Archangel's Storm by authors_sort

wasn’t to say Hannah and Elena were cut from the same cloth. No, they were as distant in their temperaments and views on the world as fire and ice.
    Of the two, it was Raphael’s consort who was considered a peculiar creature indeed.
    “Why does she continue to work for the Guild?” Favashi had asked the last time they met, genuine puzzlement in her tone. “Does she not understand the honor of her position?”
    Favashi believes you should give up your penchant for chasing vampires and sit by my side as a proper consort.
    No offense to Favashi—who seems decent enough in comparison to Lijuan the zombie maker—but she knows jack about how we work.
    Raphael’s lips curved. “Yes.” He caught his consort around the waist as she came in for a high-speed landing. “You would surely have ‘brained’ yourself, as you put it, at that velocity.”
    “I only flew in so fast because I knew you’d catch me.”
    He was a being of immense power, had lived a millennium and a half, and yet she had the ability to stagger him with such simple words, her trust a jewel multifaceted and brilliant. Raising his hand, he ran it over the arch of her left wing, the area exquisitely sensitive. Her shiver was delicate, the pale gray of her eyes going smoky, the developing rim of pure silver around her irises vivid in the night.
    “So,” she said, leaning into him with a sigh of bone-deep pleasure, “what do you think your mother will do next?”
    “I do not yet know.” Caliane was a wild card no one had expected to have to deal with—least of all the son she’d left bloody and broken on a field far from civilization. “When she woke, she had no inclination to rule anything other than Amanat, but she is healing into her strength, and there is an open spot in the Cadre.”
    The Cadre of Ten had been so called for as long as angelkind had had written history. Even when there was an absence of a hundred or two hundred years while a new archangel came to power, and only nine ruled, the name did not change. Such gaps were unremarkable in the life of an immortal. The empty chair this time around had been so for less than a fragment of a second, Uram’s execution not yet two years past.
    “Caliane’s return threatens to unbalance the power structure of the world.” While there had been times when archangelic numbers had fallen as low as seven, they had never gone
above
ten, a natural balance that ensured large enough buffer zones between the biggest predators on the planet. “There is one who is on the brink of ascending to archangel status—”
    “By brink, you mean . . .” Elena asked, and he was reminded of the mortality so dangerously close to her skin, for immortality was a gift that took time to grow, to settle.
    “A decade, a century.” He angled her face to check a bruise she’d sustained during their earlier sparring session. “It’s unpredictable at this level of power.”
    “So we have time to figure out a solution.” Sliding her arms around his body, she turned her gaze toward her beloved Manhattan. “And fact is, it’s not like anyone could stop Caliane if she wanted to rule again.”
    No. His mother was too powerful. She’d also been insane when she decided on her centuries-long Sleep. Now she told him she was sane, and her actions seemed to bear that out—but Raphael knew madness in the old ones could be an insidious thing. Lijuan was the perfect example.
    Jason is worried Lijuan may be creating further reborn.
The report had come in an hour ago, his spymaster continuing to control his network of informants even as he hunted Eris’s murderer.
    “What!” Elena shook her head. “That makes no sense—those creatures are so infectious they’d become a plague across her lands as well as the lands of others in the Cadre, and she saw how they could turn against her.”
Even she’s not that batshit crazy.
    I’m not sure I agree.
“She is old, and the old do not always think as they should.”
    Elena