A rippling shrug that made her aware of the fluid, muscular grace that lurked beneath those fancy suits he liked to wear. “Jury’s out on that. Neha says it began the moment of my Making, that she glimpsed the pupils start to change shape.”
Every hair on Elena’s body stood up straight at the sound of that name. The Archangel of India had never been Miss Con-geniality, but as the murders of Celia and Betsy evidenced, she was now one scary nightmare intent only on vengeance for the death of her daughter. “You don’t agree?” she asked, shaking off the reaction.
Venom looked up at the cloudy night sky, fine droplets of rain shimmering on his lashes. “I noticed a change perhaps a year after my Making. It was slight, but I could see that my irises were no longer true brown at the edges but were shifting to a dark, dark green.”
Elena wondered how that had affected the young male Venom must’ve been—she wanted to ask if he’d been scared, but knew he wouldn’t answer that. “How many years did the entire process take?” she asked instead, figuring he’d be far more liable to answer that question.
“Ten,” he said, continuing to stare up at the sky, the rain having al but ceased. “I remain the only one of Neha’s Making to show such an extreme change
—I think she was disappointed it stopped with the eyes.”
Remembering the way he’d moved the one and only time they’d sparred with each other, she shook her head. “But it didn’t, did it?”
A lazy smile that she caught out of the corner of her eye.
“El ie,” Ransom said at that moment, coming to lean against the decorative metal railing that ran alongside the steps. “You need a place to stay tonight?”
“No. Venom’s going to fly us back to New York.” To her archangel. Argument or not, she couldn’t deny that she missed him. For the first time in her life, she had someone who was hers, and somewhat to her surprise, she was discovering she was possessive as hel .
Ransom’s face lit up with wicked glee. “Living the high life, El ie. You’l be forgetting your friends soon.”
“I’ve already crossed you off my party invite list.”
He laughed, throwing back his head. “I can’t wait to see you as the hostess with the mostess.”
“You’l be waiting an eternity.” The idea of being a hostess of any kind gave her hives.
“You are consort to an archangel,” Venom said, rising to his feet with a sensual grace that came from the same place as his eyes. “You’l have to learn at least the rudiments of civilized behavior.”
Gripping the wet iron of the railing, she pul ed herself up just as two cop cars turned the corner. “Yeah? Being a dick doesn’t seem to have stopped you from working for Raphael.”
Venom grinned, flashing those canines she’d seen weep poison. “I can be charming. Didn’t seem worth the effort with you.”
“Oh, he’s just asking for an ass-kicking,” Ransom drawled. “Too bad the bloodbath’s going to have to wait.” Turning, he headed toward the police officers, with Elena and Venom fol owing.
It took only fifteen minutes to get the formalities sorted—the cops were ready to give them medals after the night the city had had—and then they were away. Ransom had left his bike near where they’d landed the chopper, and she hugged him as they reached it. “How’s your librarian?” she whispered in his ear.
His lips curved against the skin of her neck. “She makes my brain melt.”
Continuing to be amazed by the fact that Ransom was in a stable relationship, she pul ed back. “When do I get to meet her?”
“I don’t want to scare her off just yet.” Joking words, but they held a grain of truth—hunters often had trouble holding on to the men and women they loved for the same reason as cops. The endless fear of picking up the phone or opening the door to the worst kind of news wore away at emotional ties until they were burned through.
Elena hugged him again. “If she’s stuck this long, I think the foundation is set.”
“Yeah, I like to think so.” Ransom squeezed her tight. “But I’m not taking us, or Nyree, for granted.”
She’d never heard him sound so serious about a woman. Hoping like hel this Nyree didn’t break his heart, she left him straddling the bike and headed over to the chopper, Venom at her side. It startled her to realize that not only had she and Venom had a fairly reasonable conversation tonight, they hadn’t threatened to kil each other once. Huh. Probably a side effect of the adrenaline, the camaraderie that came from being in a bloody bat—
The earth moved beneath her feet.
Hard.
She clamped her wings tight to her back as the movement threw her sideways onto the concrete ... on the same side where she’d gone down in front of the warehouse. More skin peeled off her face, her palms suffering further damage as wel .