Book 1 - Chapter 21 (1/2)
Dmitri's expression held pure relief. ”Sire?”
”What time is it?” he asked, his voice strong. Anshara had done its work. But he'd have to pay the price it demanded soon.
”Dawn,” Dmitri answered in the old way. ”Light is just touching the horizon.”
Raphael got out of bed and flexed his wing. ”The hunter?”
”Bound in another room.”
The wing was back to normal except for one thing. He looked down at the inner pattern. The smooth brushstrokes of gold had been interrupted at the point where Elena's bullet had torn through. Now the bottom half of that wing bore a unique pattern in gold on white-an explosion from a central point. He smiled. So, he would carry the mark of Elena's burst of violence.
”Sire?” Dmitri's voice was questioning as he noted the smile.
Raphael continued to look down at the wing, at the mark caused by the Quiet. It would serve as a useful reminder. ”Did you hurt her, Dmitri?” He glanced at his second, noting the disheveled hair, the wrinkled clothing.
”No.” The vampire's lips curved upward in a feral smile. ”I thought you'd enjoy that pleasure.”
Raphael touched Elena's mind. She was asleep, exhausted from a night spent attempting to break her bonds. ”This is a battle between me and the hunter. No one else will interfere. Take care the others know that.”
Dmitri couldn't hide his surprise. ”You won't punish her? Why?”
Raphael answered to no one, but Dmitri had been with him longer than any other. ”Because I took the first shot. And she is mortal.”
The vampire's expression remained unconvinced. ”I like Elena, but if she escapes punishment, others might question your power.”
”Make sure they understand that Elena occupies a very special place in the scheme of things. Anyone else who dares challenge me will soon wish I'd shown them the same mercy I showed Germaine.”
Dmitri's face paled. ”May I ask one question?”
He waited in silent permission.
”Why were you so badly injured?” Dmitri pulled out a gun he'd had tucked into the small of his back. ”I checked the bullet she used-it should've only caused minor damage, given her a head start of ten minutes at most.”
Then she will kill you. She will make you mortal.
”I needed to be injured,” he responded obliquely. ”It was the answer to a question.”
Dmitri looked frustrated. ”Can it happen again?”
”I'll make sure it doesn't.” He took pity on the leader of his Seven. ”Do not worry, Dmitri-you won't have to watch the city shudder under the rule of another archangel. Not for another eternity.”
”I've seen what they can do.” The vampire's eyes swirled with the rivers of memory. ”I was under Neha's tender mercies for a hundred years. Why didn't you stop me when I rebelled against your authority?”
”You were two hundred years old,” Raphael pointed out, heading toward the bathroom. ”Old enough to choose.”
Dmitri snorted. ”Old enough to be c.o.c.ky with no real knowledge to back it up. A d.a.m.n pup with delusions of grandeur.” A pause. ”Have you never wondered-if I'm a spy?”
”If I had, you'd be dead.”
Dmitri smiled and there was a loyalty in his eyes that surprised Raphael each time he saw it. The vampire was incredibly powerful, could've set up a stronghold of his own, but he chose to give his life over to an archangel. ”Now I will ask you a question, Dmitri.”
”Sire.”
”Why do you think I intend to spare Elena's life?”
”You need her to track Uram,” Dmitri responded. ”And . . . there is something about her that fascinates you. Not much fascinates an immortal.”
”Feeling the stirrings of ennui?”
”I see its edge on the horizon-how do you fight it?”
Raphael wasn't sure he had been fighting it. ”As you say, very little fascinates an immortal.”
”Ah.” Dmitri's smile turned s.e.xual in the way of vampires. ”So you must savor that which fascinates.”
Elena woke when her bladder protested. It was a good thing hunters were trained to restrain their natural urges in such circ.u.mstances-some hunts involved hours upon hours of immobile watchfulness. Still, it wasn't comfortable.
I will send Dmitri.
Her face went so hot, it felt like she had third-degree burns. ”Do you always spy on people?” It was tempting, but she didn't try to use that headache-inducing s.h.i.+eld thing she seemed to have developed. Better to save that for when he was really messing with her.
No. Most people aren't very interesting.
The arrogance of the answer was stunning . . . and welcome. This was the archangel she knew. ”I'm not letting that vampire escort me to the bathroom. He'll probably try to bite me.”
Wait for me, then.
That just made her want to scream. ”Get him to untie me. I can hardly make a daring escape with you up and around.”
I don't think Dmitri trusts you with your hands and feet unbound.
She was about to tell him exactly what she thought of that when the door opened to admit the vampire in question. He looked like he'd been up all night, his s.h.i.+rt rumpled, his previously neat hair messy. It only made him look lusciously s.e.xy. ”Do vampires sleep?”
He gave her a startled look. ”You're a vampire hunter. Don't you know?”
”I mean I know you sleep, but do you really need it?” She stayed very still as he went behind her. ”Dmitri?”
Cool fingers brus.h.i.+ng her hair out of the way to bare her nape. Knuckles running along skin. ”We can go without sleep for longer than humans, but yes, we need it.”
”Stop that,” she muttered when he continued to stroke her with his knuckles. ”I'm not in the mood.”
”That sounds promising.” His breath whispered against her nape, a dangerous place for a vampire with cool hands. It meant he hadn't fed. ”What can I do to get you in the mood?”
”Untie me and let me use the bathroom.”
He chuckled and then she felt a tug on her wrists. The bonds fell magically away. ”How the h.e.l.l?”
”I learned rope bondage from a true adept,” he murmured, playing with strands of her hair as she released herself from the ropes.
She would've snapped at him to stop it but he wasn't hurting her and now that Raphael was awake, she had a feeling it wasn't Dmitri who posed the real danger. ”Bathroom?” She jumped to her feet as soon as the ropes were undone, then moaned. ”My muscles. Why the h.e.l.l did you have to tie me up so hard?” She threw him an evil look.
”Maybe I was getting my own back.” He rubbed a hand across his throat.
”I thought you liked pain.”
A dark smile, filled with whispers of badness that would hurt oh so good. ”But you didn't stay to play.”
She sniffed the air suspiciously. No scent. He was just being his usual self. And gorgeous as he was, he didn't make her stupid with l.u.s.t. Maybe a touch affected, but what woman wouldn't be? ”For the last time, where's the-” She followed the direction of his raised hand toward a small door. ”Thanks.”
Once inside, she frowned and tried to use that ”s.h.i.+eld” that might turn out to be nothing but her imagination running wild. There was no way she wanted Raphael in her head at that moment. Ten minutes later, she'd used the facilities, washed her face, brushed her teeth using one of the disposable toothbrushes under the sink, and combed her hair using the d.i.n.ky disposable brush. There was even a small white hair-tie included in the pack, which she used to pull her hair up into a ponytail, her own hair-tie having being lost G.o.d only knew when.
Looking in the mirror, she decided she'd do. The thin cuts on her face were barely noticeable and though her palms were a little tender, they wouldn't limit her range of movement. As for clothes-her fatigue-green T-s.h.i.+rt looked okay and her black cargo pants weren't too badly wrinkled. It was as good an outfit to die in as any. Not that she was going to make it easy for the archangel. That thought in mind, she quickly disa.s.sembled one of the disposable razors, intending to get to the blade.
”f.u.c.k!”
”Did you find the razors, Elena?” came Dmitri's voice from the other side. ”You wound me with your estimation of my IQ.”
She threw the plastic in the trash. That vampire had somehow managed to remove the blade without destroying the razor as a whole. ”Very funny.” Opening the door, she walked out.