Lijuan met his eyes, her own so pale that there were no irises, no pupils, just an endless spread of pearlescent white. “No, it is not my time to Sleep.” Raising a hand, she ran the back of it along the face of the dark-skinned reborn who"d come to stand beside her. “Adrian is not ready to die, either.”
Power filled the air, until the electricity of it sparked along Elena"s skin. She felt Raphael begin to glow, heard Aodhan rise, unsheathe his remaining sword as Jason moved out of the shadows, and she knew this battle might end them all. Death will be an easy price to pay to stop her , she thought to Raphael.
So brave, my hunter. It was a kiss.
As she handed his sword back to Aodhan, taking out the gun that wouldn"t stop a vampire, but might just slow down an archangel if only for a fraction of an instant, she saw a flare of power on Raphael"s right, a power she"d tasted before. Michaela. Standing beside Raphael.
Another flare of power. Then another, and another, and another.
Elijah, Titus, Charisemnon, Favashi, Astaad.
Whatever drove the other archangels to unite against Lijuan, their combined power was a blast of heat, one that would have shoved her out of the circle had she not been pinioned between 252
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A cool, cool wind. Power, such power. All of it touched with death.
Lijuan laughed. “So, you would all stand against me.” Amusement in every syllable. “You cannot imagine what I am.”
Lijuan"s power was cold, frigid against the heat of the others. Raphael had been right, Elena realized with horror, the oldest of the archangels might just have become the truest of immortals, going beyond the hand of death. It was as that thought passed through her head that her eyes met Adrian"s.
Liquid dark, those eyes were so calm, so patient, and . . . so full of pain. He knew, she thought, he understood now what he was. Yet in spite of it all, his devotion burned a steady flame, until it hurt to witness it. As she watched, he shifted behind Lijuan, lifting her hair away from her neck.
The archangel seemed not to notice—or maybe it was that he was so much her creature, she simply accepted him.
So when Adrian bent his head and placed his mouth on Lijuan"s skin, Elena thought it only a macabre kiss, a prayer to his goddess. Then she glimpsed the single, bright tear sliding down Adrian"s midnight skin—he loved Lijuan, she thought with an ache in her own heart, but trapped inside the silent shell that had been the Chinese archangel"s gift to him, he also saw her for the horror she was. Lijuan began to bleed before that tear reached his jaw, two thin trails of red snaking down her body to sink into the diaphanous fabric of her gown, a stark wash of color in the white heat of power.
Lijuan staggered. “Adrian?” She sounded almost mortal in her surprise. “What are you doing?”
“He"s killing you,” Raphael said. “You"ve created your own death.”
Lijuan shoved with a single hand. Adrian"s body flew to hit Favashi, taking them both down.
The Persian archangel rose to her feet after bare seconds, but the reborn stayed down.
“I am death,” Lijuan said, her voice regaining its strength even as blood continued to seep into her gown. “You have no claim to this land. Leave and I will spare you.”
Elijah shook his head. “Your reborn are infectious.”
Elena followed his gaze, her own widening in horror as she realized the human female Adrian had killed was now struggling to get to her feet, her fingers scrabbling on the tiles as the people around her watched in disbelief.
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“I will not allow the plague to spread to my lands.” Neha, Lijuan"s closest neighbor, stepped into the circle at last, her rage finding a target.
Lijuan whipped out a hand and every single archangel in the circle began to bleed from cuts on their faces, their chests. “Perhaps it"s time the world had only one archangel.”
Elena wondered if anyone realized that Lijuan herself was still bleeding. And that her blood was turning dark, almost black. Elena"s eyes went to Adrian"s lifeless body. A vampire was Made by being pumped full of a toxin noxious to angels. In the normal scheme of things, that toxin turned human into vampire, then became harmless to all. But—What happens to the toxin if a vampire is brought back from the dead? If he is reborn?
Raphael"s wing brushed hers in silent acknowledgement . It seems the toxin, too, was reborn.
And it was reborn in a stronger, more deadly form.
Will it kill her?
No. But it may make her easier to defeat. A touch against her mind . You won’t survive this fight.
Get out of the blast zone and take the others with you.
Elena"s heart threatened to break. You die, I’ll make her bring you back.
You would not do that to me, Elena. A brush of the sea, of the wind, across her senses. But I have no intention of dying—we have not yet danced as angels dance.