didn't survive eons by clinging to the past. New York's Archangel Tower, with its cloud-piercing form, was the perfect example.
As the phone rang on the other end, she found herself staring out through the balcony doors, searching for the magnificent being who ruled that Tower, the one she dared call her lover.
The ringing stopped. "Hello, Ellie." A raspy voice, followed by an audible yawn.
"Crap, I woke you." She'd forgotten the time difference between wherever the hell she was and New York.
"It's okay - we crashed early. Hold on." Rustling sounds, a click, and then Sara was back on the line. "I've never seen Deacon go back to sleep that fast - though he did mutter something that sounded vaguely like 'Hi, Ellie.' I think our baby girl wore him out today."
Elena smiled at the thought of Sara's "scary son-of-a-bitch" of a husband being run ragged by little Zoe. "Did I wake her?"
"Nah, she's wiped out, too." A whisper. "I just peeked. Going into the living room."
Elena could easily visualize Sara's surroundings, from the elegant sofas in a caramel shade that brought warmth inside, to the large black-and-white portrait of Zoe on the wall, her giggling face covered with bath foam. The gorgeous brown-stone was more home to Elena than any other place except her own apartment. "Sara, my apartment?"
She hadn't thought to ask during Sara's visit to the Refuge two days ago, her mind too full of the chaos of dying . . . and waking up with wings of midnight and dawn.
"Sorry, babe." Sara's voice held the painful echoes of memory. "After . . . everything, Dmitri blocked off access. I was more interested in finding out where they'd put you, so I didn't push too hard."
The last time Elena had seen her apartment, it had had a huge hole torn out of one wall, blood and water everywhere. "I don't blame you," she said, burying the hurt that stabbed into her at the thought of her haven being shut up, her treasures broken and lost. "Hell, you probably had more than enough on your plate." New York had gone pitch-dark during the archangel-to-archangel battle, power lines destroyed and pylons overloading as Uram and Raphael both pulled power from the city below.
It hadn't only been the electrical grid that had become collateral damage in the cataclysmic battle between two immortals. Her mind showed her a snapshot of crumbled buildings, crushed cars, and the twisted blades that meant at least one heliport had suffered severe damage.
"It was bad," Sara admitted, "but the majority of the damage has been repaired.
Raphael's people organized it all. We even had angels doing construction work - that's not a sight you see every day."
"Guess they didn't need the cranes."
"Nope. I never knew how strong angels were until I saw them lift up some of those blocks." A pause filled with an unspoken depth of emotion that gripped Elena by the throat. "I'll go by your apartment tomorrow morning," Sara finally said, her voice rigidly controlled, "let you know what's what."
Elena swallowed, wishing Sara was here again so she could reach out and hug her best friend. "Thanks, I'll tell Dmitri to make sure his hench-people know you're coming." In spite of her attempt to not let it matter, she couldn't help but wonder if any of her keepsakes, the little things she'd collected on her trips as a hunter, had survived.
"Hah! I can take on hench-people with one hand tied behind my back." A thready laugh.
"God, Ellie, I get this wave of relief every time I hear your voice."
"You'll be hearing it for a lot longer now - I'm immortal," she joked, not yet able to truly comprehend the enormity of the change in her life. Hunters in the field died young.
They didn't live forever.
"Yeah. You'll be around to watch over my baby and her babies long after I'm gone."
"I don't want to talk about that." It made her heart ache to imagine a future without Sara, without Ransom, without Deacon.
"Silly girl. I think it's wonderful - a gift."
"I'm not so sure." She told Sara what she'd been thinking in regard to her value as a hostage. "Am I being paranoid?"
"No." Now, the other woman sounded like the hard-assed Guild Director she was.
"That's why I packed Vivek's special gun in the bag of weapons on its way to you."
Elena's fingers curled into her palm.
The last time she'd used that weapon, Raphael had bled endless red on her carpet, and Dmitri had almost slit her throat.