Cambion Lord (Dark Warrior Alliance #23) - Brenda Trim Page 0,21
Each tried to talk over the other without anyone listening to one another. It was Zander that ordered them to stop in a voice that made Chloe cringe.
Zander braced his hands on the island and waited until everyone fell silent. “If you’ve never been in the Underworld how are you a Fallen? It’s my understanding that when an angel decides against Heaven they are sent to Hell where their wings are stripped from them.”
Chloe took another bite of her burger as she gathered her thoughts. This was getting too close for her comfort. “I didn’t choose sides in the Great War and that left me abandoned here on Earth. Over the years my wings died and fell from my body.”
Dante’s forehead wrinkled and he crossed to her side of the island and ran a hand over her scars. She couldn’t help her shudder. “That’s why they aren’t thick and ragged. How have we never heard about those like you before?”
Chloe turned her head and met Dante’s blue eyes. “I’ve never met another Fallen like me. As far as I know I’m the only one. I guess it’s possible there are others, but I can’t say for sure.”
Zander opened a cupboard and grabbed a short tumbler. “Can I get some Midleton?” Ty nodded and opened a door to the right where he disappeared. “Let’s assume you are the only one. Can angel blood free Lucifer from the Underworld?”
Ty returned holding a bottle of extremely rare whiskey and handed Zander the bottle. Chloe gaped when she saw the limited-edition release from the closed distillery. She’d read about the company selling bottles from the remaining casks over the next few years up to their 200th anniversary. When the king pulled the top off the crystal decanter, the scent of malt filled the air. She snagged a glass and pushed it in front of the king. It’s the little things like this that make life worth living.
Chloe accepted the glass of scotch. “No. Our blood doesn’t have that power. Otherwise he would have been free days after he was bound there. Angels have been taken by demons from the moment the Great War ended, and none have been able to free the Devil.”
Dante stepped next to Chloe and grabbed the burger he’d made. “So how did the archdemon in New Orleans manage to bind Lucifer’s soul to Lia? They almost broke him free from the Underworld.”
Izzy pushed off the wall and set her empty can on the counter. “Lia has a unique aura. Actually, it reminds me a bit of Chloe.”
Chloe took her first sip of the Midleton and groaned. That whiskey gave delicious a new meaning. “In what way?”
She would love to see what the vampire princess saw. Then again, maybe not. The young female was obviously haunted. Isobel tapped the counter as she kept her gaze on Chloe. “Your aura is constantly shifting colors. It goes from bright red to dark grey to green and blue and even pink. Demons are almost always black.”
Chloe took another bite of her burger. Her limbs were getting heavy as they talked. She was going to need to lay down soon. “What color are your kind?”
Izzy tilted her head in Jett and Lucas’s direction. “The colors vary. Lucas is green and Jett is teal. My dad is reddish-orange and Dante is red. My instinct tells me the demon wanted you, and Lia, because of this uniqueness. I have no idea what it means precisely, but I suspect it’s your inner strength and angelic power.”
“I thought Lia was human.” At least that’s what Chloe recalled from information Dante shared with her earlier.
Dante nodded his head and stuffed the rest of his food in his mouth. “Lia is human. But she has bonded to Araton.”
“That’s right. You said he mated her. You might be onto something there. I haven’t heard about angelic and human combinations, but it’s possible demons can manipulate the power in those individuals to their needs. I don’t fit into that category though. I think you’re wrong about why the Daeva took me.”
Dante shook his head and grabbed her hand. “I swear some of the injuries on your abdomen could have been dark runes. I think they want you for another attempt to free Lucifer. We need to err on the side of caution.”
Zander set his empty glass down. “We have no proof either way at this point. But I agree with Dante. We were unprepared in New Orleans and too many lives were lost.