that." Her voice was breathy, her mouth filled with the hotly masculine taste of him. "When will I be able to do that?"
"It's an ability that develops over time, and not every angel gains it." He folded back his wings. "Perhaps in four hundred years' time, you'll know."
She stared. "Four hundred? Years?"
"You're immortal now."
"How immortal?" It wasn't a stupid question. As she'd learned too well, even archangels could die.
"Immortality takes time to grow - to set - and you're barely formed. Even a strong vampire could kill you right now." Tilting his head slightly to the side, he turned his attention to the sky beyond the glass he'd told her was reflective, affording her privacy to study the Refuge without worrying about being watched in turn.
"It seems the Refuge is a popular place today." With that, he strode to the balcony doors.
"We must go to this ball, Elena. To do any less would be a sign of fatal weakness."
Closing the doors behind himself, he spread his wings and took off in a straight vertical flight.
Elena gasped at the unintentional show of strength. Now that she'd felt the weight of the wings at her back, she'd realized the extraordinary nature of Raphael's vertical takeoffs.
As she watched, he swept in front of the balcony and away. Her heart was still pounding from the combination of his kiss and the display of aerial brilliance when she finally glanced down at the envelope.
The fine hairs on her arms stood up the instant she grazed the thick white paper with her fingertips. The sensation was eerie - as if the envelope had been somewhere so cold, it wouldn't warm up, no matter what. Some would call it the chill of the grave.
Goose bumps broke out over her skin.
Shaking them off, she turned the envelope over. The seal had been broken, but she could see the image once she lined up the edges. An angel. Of course, she thought, unable to stop staring at it. It was inked in black but why that should disturb her, she didn't know.
Frowning, she brought it closer to her face.
"Oh Jesus." The whisper rippled out of her as she glimpsed the secret hidden within the image. It was an illusion, a trick. Looked at one way, the seal was a kneeling angel, his head bowed. But change your focus and that angel stared directly at you, his eye sockets empty, his bones bleached white.
She's no longer wholly of this world.
All at once, Raphael's words took on an entirely new meaning.
Shuddering, she lifted the flap and removed the card inside. It was heavy cream-colored stuff, reminding her of the expensive note cards her father used in his personal correspondence. The writing scrolled across in antique gold. She rubbed her finger over it - why, she didn't know - it wasn't as if she could sense whether it was real gold or not.
"Wouldn't surprise me though." Lijuan was old, so old. And an ancient being of power could amass a great deal of wealth over a lifetime.
Funny, but though she thought of Raphael as powerful, she'd never thought of him as ancient. There was a sense of life about Raphael that denied that. A sense of . . .
humanity?No. Raphael wasn't human, wasn't anything close to human.
But he wasn't like Lijuan.
Her eyes went to the card again.
I invite you to the Forbidden City, Raphael. Come, let us welcome this human you have embraced. Let us see the beauty of this connection between immortal and what was once mortal. I find myself fascinated for the first time in millennia.
~ Zhou Lijuan
Elena didn't want to fascinate Lijuan. In fact, she wanted nowhere near the rest of the Cadre of Ten. She was pretty sure most of the time that Raphael wouldn't kill her. But as for the others . . . "Oh, hell."
My little pet.
My weakness.
She might despise the words, but that made them no less accurate. If the Archangel of New York really did love her, then she might as well be wearing a target on her back.
Again she saw him, face bloodied and torn, wings shredded, an archangel choosing death over eternal life. It was a truth she'd never forget, a truth that anchored her even as everything else in her world shifted and changed.
"Not everything," she murmured, reaching for the phone. Because while this place might look as if it existed in some long-ago age of chivalry and grace, the amenities were cutting-edge. Unsurprising when you thought about it - angels