said on a huff of breath. “You’re a highly intelligent man. Think with the strategic part of your brain that you utilize in the battlefield.”
Preening a little—though he wasn’t about to show it—he folded his arms and jerked up his chin. “Read, then, and I’ll see what I hear.”
Her reading voice was lyrical and lovely and he had to fight to pay attention to her words.
“‘I am racing to a great success in building a masterwork out of Lijuan’s gift and my own,’” she read, “‘such success as has not been seen among my kind for eons upon eons. Lijuan says that she has reason to believe there was another as great as me at the dawn of our existence, that she has scrolls in her keeping that hint at the reason behind vampires and why the toxin lives in us. If she is right, that first architect of disease was indeed terrible and strong.’”
Moving around the room because standing still wasn’t his natural state, Titus snorted. “Of course he worships the worst of us.”
Ignoring his interruption, Sharine carried on. “‘But I will be better than that unknown angel. They are forgotten. No one will forget me for I will do the one thing he could not. He infected angels, but he wasn’t in control. I will be in control. I will decide who lives and who dies. My legacy will be of power so deadly that no one will stand against me. Not even Lijuan. Should she try, well, I have my weapons.’”
Throwing back his head, Titus laughed long and hard, his amusement profoundly real. “There is never any honor among evildoers. They would’ve eaten each other had they survived the war.” The image gave him great pleasure. “Is there more? Or has he finished patting himself on the back?”
“There’s more, but what do you hear in that part?” Closing the book, Sharine turned so that she was looking at him as he walked along the other side of the room. Her wings were brilliant splashes of color in this otherwise staid space, as if a butterfly had flown in from the outside.
“If the story the Legion told Raphael is true, then the archangel who created the toxin infected us all.” An act so terrible that it existed in their cells to this day. “So what could Charisemnon do that the other hadn’t already done?”
Sharine didn’t interrupt, letting him pace as he worked the options through in his mind. There was only one answer. “He’s talking about being able to infect and save people at will.” Blood hot, he met Sharine’s gaze. “The ass is talking about an antidote.”
“Yes, I had the same thought.” Putting the journal on the desk, she picked up another one bound in identical leather. “This is the previous journal. I decided to read it after completing the most recent one—I had a feeling he’d been planning this for far longer than we realized, perhaps far longer than even Lijuan was aware.”
“I’ve long thought that he must’ve had a backup plan that included a place to hole up and recover should the battle be going against him.” But Titus hadn’t given him that opportunity. “You think he’s hidden the antidote in his secret place?”
“Nothing I’ve read says he had the antidote, only that it was in progress.” She flipped to a section in the journal. “But here, look.”
She walked to him again, and in her excitement, didn’t stop fast enough. Their wings overlapped once more, her arm brushing his chest as she held out the journal. An odd feeling bloomed inside him at the realization that she was comfortable enough with him to stand so close to him.
A kiss in passion was one thing, an act done while they were both fully rational quite another. Because when it came down to it, he was an archangel and there was nothing she could do should he decide to harm her.
“There, do you see?”
Jerking his gaze to what she was indicating on the page, he went to remind her he couldn’t fluently read Charisemnon’s native tongue. But it wasn’t words this time. It was a diagram. A location. But the map had been sketched without markers or compass headings, done by someone who knew the location and thus had no need of such instructions.
Taking the journal from her, he ran a finger over the slope that had been sketched across two pages. Stars dotted the sky, but those stars didn’t appear to be in any kind of