The bitch was playing with her.
It was, Elena realized, Anoushka"s sole weakness. That and an ego that made her believe herself fit to be an archangel. “They say your blood is poison.”
“Thomas drank from me before he went to scare you.” A piece of swift bladework that had Elena falling to the earth, only just managing to roll out of the way before Anoushka sliced off a piece of her wing. “Impressive.” A mocking bow, as if they were sparring in the most civilized of fashions.
She could feel the blood loss from the deep cuts on her arms beginning to have an effect. Not disabling. Not yet. But it was going to slow her down soon. “Thomas"s death was a delayed response to the poison?”
“He thought he"d been honored above all others, allowed to sip from my veins.”
“So he was dead no matter what happened, even if he didn"t find me?”
“He was getting a little too possessive, the sweet dear.” A sigh. “Such fools are men. Even Raphael—he should"ve killed you the first time he met you. Now you are his weakness.”
Elena saw something in Anoushka"s expression change at that instant, and knew death was looking her in the face. She threw a blade. It went harmlessly to the ground as Anoushka moved .
. . but that move put her in direct sunlight, blinding her for a split second. Elena"s next two knives slammed home in her eye sockets, driving her backward.
Anoushka screamed, dropped the kukri . Ignoring it, Elena retrieved the short sword hanging from her belt and—without giving herself a chance to think—slammed the blade down into the angel"s heart, pinning her to the earth. Blood bloomed across the white of Anoushka"s top as Elena opened up her mind and screamed. Raphael! She didn"t care who the fuck else heard her, as long as he did.
Hissing in open fury, Anoushka ripped the knives from her eyes, throwing them to the side. As she jerked upward, in spite of the blade that anchored her to the earth, her nails clawed, Elena remembered that Anoushka was her mother"s daughter. Moving out of the way in the nick of time, she twisted the blade while it remained in the angel"s body. Anoushka"s scream was a thin, bloodcurdling cry as she fell back to the ground, her poisonous fingers dropping to flutter on the paving stones. Fighting the nausea in her stomach, Elena twisted the blade again, turning Anoushka"s heart into so much mush.
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Elena wrenched herself out of the memory, fighting the abyss that threatened to suck her in, leave her helpless.
“I’m not strong enough. Forgive me, my babies.”
Elena had tried not to hear those whispered words. She"d been half asleep that night, Beth still so small, tucked in beside her. Her baby sister had always been afraid of her new room in the Big House. But she"d slept soundlessly that night, as if sure Elena would keep her safe. Only Elena had heard their mother enter their bedroom, only Elena had tried not to understand.
Elena.
She shuddered at the scent of the wind, of the rain. Relief made her careless, her body completely unprotected as Anoushka rose in a screaming rush, kicking Elena to the stones and clawing out with her hand.
Agony blazed down Elena"s thigh. She fell to the ground, hearing Anoushka"s body hit the stone wall with an audible snap at almost the same instant. Raphael touched her thigh a moment later .
. . and she realized she couldn"t feel anything in that leg.
“Raphael,” she whispered, panicked. The numbness was spreading, crawling up her body, making her heart shudder.
His wings covered her from view as he leaned close. “A bare scratch.”
She knew it had been more than that. She"d felt her flesh being gouged out, but she understood the message. Nodding, she bit her lower lip and tried to stay calm. When she glanced down, she saw his hands on either side of the wound. They were glowing blue.
Fear rose, but she knew that couldn"t be angelfire. It wasn"t hurting her. In fact, she could feel a soft warmth at the site. As she watched, her eyes wide, an umber-colored liquid seeped out of the wound to discolor the paving stones. “Dear God.” It was an almost soundless whisper. The stuff was eroding the stone.
“You"re fine, Elena. It was simple shock.” Betray no weakness.
Elena let him pull her to her feet, sliding her foot over the discolored part of the paving as she did so. As Raphael folded away his wings, she realized two things. One, both the claw marks and the cuts on her arms had stopped bleeding, and two, the entire Cadre had come with Raphael.
Neha knelt by her daughter"s slumped body, the sword flung aside, a spray of red marking its path on the stones. Her daughter"s blood was scarlet against the archangel"s dusky skin, her eyes ice when she glanced back. “She will die.”
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