Angel Fever (Immortal Legacy #3) - Ella Summers Page 0,38
on the blade. “Even an archangel is no match for two angels.”
“Are you sure she’s going to fight on your side?” Damiel replied. “She doesn’t look like she likes you all that much.”
“Lightbringer will do her duty.”
But Damiel wasn’t done with him yet. “How did it feel for your advances to be so unequivocally rejected?”
“We knew you were watching Lightbringer, that you couldn’t help yourself,” Colonel Holyfire sneered. “This was all a scripted scenario to draw you out. And you walked right into it, like a novice recruit.”
“Was her disgust at the very notion of sleeping with you also scripted?”
“Enough questions. Enough distractions.” Colonel Holyfire’s halo burned red-hot. “You are no longer the Master Interrogator, Dragonsire. You aren’t in control of this dialogue. I am.”
“You’ll forgive me if I don’t tremble in my boots, Holyfire. After Cadence so effortlessly landed you on your face in half a second, I don’t have very much confidence in your martial prowess.”
Colonel Holyfire growled. “One more word, and I’ll—”
“You’ll do what, Colonel?” Damiel cut him off. “Accuse me of treachery, usurp my position, and make a move on my wife?” Damiel drew his own sword. “Now, are you going to fight, or just continue to stroke your own ego? If it’s the latter, do tell me now so I can lie down for a nap.”
Roaring, Colonel Holyfire charged at him. Blades clashed, magic burned, and feathers flew as they grappled, punched, rolled, and kicked each other.
Come on, Princess, Damiel’s playful voice said in my mind. Do help Colonel Pussycat figure out where my ass is, so he can try to kick it. When I hesitated, his tone grew serious. We have an audience. You need to make this look convincing.
He was right. I had to stick to the plan. It was the only way.
So I summoned forth my wings and joined the battle. A blast of my magic knocked Damiel out of the window, but he grabbed on to Colonel Holyfire as he fell, pulling him down with him. They dropped several stories, smashing into the stone courtyard below.
I flew after them, but they were already airborne again, locked in battle. Magic shot past me, blasting off a chunk of the castle’s roof tiles and taking a big bite out of the stone walls.
The noises of the battle soon drew an audience. The castle’s windows opened, and soldiers peered outside to watch the aerial angel battle. A few of the soldiers held guns, but no one fired. The three of us were too close. If they shot at Damiel, they might hit me or Colonel Holyfire instead. And no one wanted to be the person who shot an angel by mistake.
So they just watched in horror and awe. Angels were always beautiful to watch, even when we were fighting to the death.
Damiel knocked Colonel Holyfire out of the fight. He nailed him to the roof, just as I’d threatened to do. He did it with magic-draining spikes too, so Colonel Holyfire couldn’t even break free. He could only watch, humiliated, frozen, and completely out of the fight.
And then, with a wink, Damiel hit Holyfire with five bolts of magic-charged lightning.
“It’s just you and me now, Cadence,” Damiel spoke loudly, for all to hear.
I wound up a swirling snowstorm between my hands and launched it at him.
Damiel flew aside, avoiding it. Come now, love. Put your heart in it.
My heart is with you.
And mine is with you, he replied. Always.
Then he shot me with a magic net. Trapped under its weight, I fell to the ground
You could try to struggle a bit harder, he said as he descended toward me. For verisimilitude.
I thrashed under the net. Are you critiquing my performance? Seriously?
I’m just trying to help. He landed beside me. But if you don’t want my help, I’m sure Colonel Holyfire is more than eager to give you some pointers. His voice was only in my head, but it sounded pretty thoroughly amused.
I broke free of the net. Very funny.
I thought so. He swung his burning sword at me.
I parried. I know you did. Damiel, honestly, I’m not sure you’re taking this seriously. I cast a cloud of flurries right in his face.
He sneezed. I assure you, I am taking this very seriously.
And what about the jokes?
They make it easier to do this. He caught me around the arm with his lightning whip. Our lives change today, Cadence. We won’t see our son for a long time.