Archangel's Sun (Guild Hunter #13) - Nalini Singh Page 0,104

Sharine, seen the brush of their wings, spotted the faint dampness of her tunic, and put it together with Titus’s yet-drying hair and the damp patches on his pants.

No smile, her expression deadpan. “On the contrary, sire. I’m saying we should steal her for ourselves so we can conspire to protect her from those who’d attempt her harm.”

Grinning, Titus slapped his spymaster on the shoulder, careful to modulate his strength. Ozias was strong, but she wasn’t Tzadiq. Yet even as Ozias permitted a rare grin to light up her face, he knew full well Sharine didn’t wish to be protected. If he did it, it’d have to be by stealth. Not exactly Titus’s strongest skill.

His scowl returned along with Sharine.

She raised an eyebrow at him, but asked no questions as the three of them lifted off. The journey didn’t take long, though Titus had to hold back so the other two could keep up. His spymaster contacted him mind to mind as they were about to reach this side of the former border.

Lady Sharine is far faster than I would’ve predicted. She’s maintaining my top speed and she doesn’t appear tired.

Titus knew she’d tire on a longer run at this speed, for she hadn’t yet built up the necessary endurance, but his spymaster was right about her pace. He’d always assumed young Illium was as fast as he was because he had an archangel for a father, but the clue to the actual truth had always been in front of their faces.

The tiny, jeweled hummingbird could move at incredible speeds relative to its size—even faster than an archangel. A small fact he’d picked up at some point in his life and that had stuck. Yet he’d never made the connection with the delicate and lovely treasure of angelkind.

Landing, Titus folded back his wings, looking to Sharine as she landed together with Ozias. “How did you get your nickname?” he asked, to confirm his theory. “The Hummingbird?”

“Why are you asking me that question now?” She lifted her hands, palms out, but answered anyway. “Raan used to say I flew like a hummingbird. Here and there and everywhere, so quick I was a streak of color in the sky.” She opened out her wings then folded them back in with neat precision.

“I’m not as fast as I once was,” she said with a grimace. “Unquestionably due to a lack of practice on my part. But I can feel the muscles beginning to wake up and I won’t permit them to atrophy again.”

I feel very stupid today. Ozias’s mental tone was morose.

The entire world joins you in this, Titus assured his spymaster, even as he stamped down a ridiculous burst of heated green fire in his gut. Being jealous of a man long dead would make him an imbecile of the highest order, and he was already feeling the lash of being fooled by his enemy.

“So,” he said aloud, taking in the abandoned garrison buildings. “We need to look for a section that’s either collapsed and has been left that way for what looks like some time, or one that is new—in case Charisemnon decided to hide the truth by building and rebuilding.”

The three of them took off again, heading to scan different parts of the garrison. Titus went high into the sky, so he could see every part of it; at the same time he tried to remember the battles fought. Charisemnon had never attacked the troops on the field of battle except when Titus was also present.

In that, at least, he’d held to the unwritten rules of the constant battles between them. One archangel wouldn’t seek to decimate the forces of the other. There was no point in “winning” a skirmish if it meant crushing angels who had no hope of saving themselves from an archangel.

Odd that Charisemnon had honored that bright line when he’d crossed so many others, but as with any creature thousands of years old, he’d been created of layers upon layers. The same man who’d written all those journals that captured millennia of his history and that of his territory had also created insects that crawled under mortal or vampire skin and murdered.

He saw a number of cracks in the earth from his vantage point, evidence of his Cascade-born power. One was looking to turn into a small gorge. Spotting a likely location—a building on the outer edge that appeared to have taken severe damage and that had been left untouched for so long that plants had