Elena had been certain where she stood on the whole Caliane situation the instant the archangel took Il ium, but now, looking at Lijuan, she reassessed. Did your mother ever reanimate the dead?
Raphael didn’t betray even by the barest flicker of an eye-lash that he’d heard her, but his response was instant. No.
An absolute answer, but she heard the things Raphael didn’t say, felt the tendrils of an ancient darkness curl around her heart. Because whatever form Caliane’s madness had taken, it had turned her own son against her. What did she do? It was the one thing she’d never asked, for she understood that mothers could be hated and loved at the same time.
She sang thousands upon thousands into slavery, until they saw nothing but her, until they would have slit their own children’s throats and walked over their bruised and battered bodies if she asked.
Elena swal owed, watching Lijuan as she turned to walk across the remnants of the sand garden, her wings so flawless in color and formation that it was impossible not to admire them even knowing that their purity was a lie, hiding the truth of Lijuan’s nature. Did she give that order?
No. My mother was once the Guardian of the Innocent and some part of her remembered that responsibility. But she gave other orders.
For a moment, she thought that was al he was going to say on the subject, but then the sea slammed against her senses. She almost staggered under the force of it, only then realizing how rigidly he was holding on to his control.
She sang the adult populations of two thriving cities into walking into the Mediterranean until they drowned, because they were about to go to war. In her mind, it was a better option than the death and devastation war would’ve caused.
I have never heard such quiet as I heard in those cities. The children were shocked and mute, and in spite of the care we gave them, many died of inexplicable sicknesses over the next year. Keir has always maintained that they died of such heartsorrow as immortals would never know.
Lijuan finished her exploring at that instant and turned to face them again. “She does not Sleep here.” It was a definitive statement.
“You wil forgive me if I do not take your word for that.” Raphael’s response held the same chil Elena had sensed in his mental voice.
Lijuan smiled that damn creepy smile that made spidery fingers crawl up Elena’s back. “You think I covet your mother’s power, but you are wrong.
Caliane’s”—a massive gust of wind that pushed Elena’s hair off her face—“power drove her mad. I enjoy my sanity.”
Whether Lijuan was sane was a question of interpretation, but one thing was clear. “She can hear us.”
Lijuan’s eyes shifted to Elena. “Michaela doesn’t understand what you see in your hunter, Raphael.” She drifted closer, too close for Elena’s comfort.
“But I do.”
Elena held her ground. Lijuan was batshit crazy as far as she was concerned, but according to Raphael, the oldest of the archangels also had a weird code of honor. She wouldn’t kil Elena for speaking as other archangels might—but she’d strike out if she thought Elena wasn’t treating her with the respect demanded by her status. “To be honest, I’m not sure half the time myself,” she said, keeping her voice steady, though her every instinct screamed at her to get the fuck away from the creature in front of her.
Elena.
Hush, let me talk to the crazy lady.
A flicker of his wing and she wondered if she’d almost surprised her archangel into a smile.
“Life,” Lijuan whispered, reaching out a hand as if to touch Elena’s face.
Elena took a step back just as Raphael moved to stand slightly in front of her.
Laughing, Lijuan dropped her hand. “As I said, life. There is a flame within you, hunter, one that is rare. So he keeps you close, though you weaken him more with every day that passes.”
Elena felt the heart-blow slice home, piercing her through and through. She knew Raphael thought it a fair trade, but she didn’t think so. If he was hurt because of her, she’d never forgive herself. Even the possibility terrified her. But there was no room for self-pity here, in front of an archangel who’d let her reborn feast on the flesh of the newly dead. “Do you know where she’s taken Il ium?” she asked, stepping up to stand beside Raphael once again. I’m your consort, remember? she said when he shot her a hard glance.
I would never forget, Guild Hunter. Cool words, but they were as good as a caress to her.
“I sense a hum of power here,” Lijuan said, “but Caliane is strong. Her tentacles pervade this entire region.”
The leaves on the ground rose up in miniature tornadoes as Lijuan spread out her wings. “I search for her, Raphael.”
“As do I, Lijuan.”