Guild Hunter 02 - Angels' Flight by authors_sort Read Free Book Online Page A

“Have you ever trusted that deeply,
cherie
?”
     
    Yes, and she bore the scars still. The marks on her back she could almost forget… but the ones on her soul? Those, she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to forgive. “We’re not talking about me. What happened to your lover?”
     
    “Shamiya became tired of me after a few years. I was left to the most tender mercies of Neha.”
     
    “The Queen of Poisons?”
     
    A slow nod. “Being in her court was… part nightmare,part ecstasy. I’ve never experienced such pain as I did at Neha’s hands, but she also showed me pleasure I didn’t know could exist.”
     
    Ashwini thought of the archangel, with her skin of dusky brown, her sloe-eyed gaze, her exotic sexuality. “Is that why you’re drawn to me?” She was no beauty, but her skin was the same Eastern shade, her eyes as dark. “Because she imprinted on you somehow?”
     
    Janvier laughed and it was a truly delighted sound, one she’d heard from him only once or twice—usually when he bested her on a hunt. “Neha,” he said, “is as cold as the snakes she keeps as pets. You, my fierce hunter, are wildfire. Two more different women could not exist.”
     
    The cold feeling in her stomach dissipated under the heat of his laughter. “So, what did you learn before Callan went to play tonsil hockey with Ms. Beaumont?”
     
    “He asked me to stay on, join the Fox kiss.” His body brushed hers as they walked.
     
    She wanted to get even closer, touch, be touched. Feel human. “I thought he’d know you aren’t the joining type.”
     
    “I will fight for what’s important,” he said, his voicesing its usual amusement. “But this—petty politics—
non
.”
     
    “Is that what you told Callan?”
     
    “Of course. Anything else would’ve made him suspicious.” He nodded left and, seeing the lily pond in the distance, she acquiesced. “But now he accepts that I will not take sides.”
     
    “Too bad he forgot the biggest player.”
     
    “Only a fool forgets an angel.” Going down on his haunches by the pond, he put one hand on the back of her calf when she came to stand beside him.
     
    Aching for contact that demanded nothing from her except the most human of sensations, she didn’t shift away, didn’t remind him of her rule against dating vampires. She simply stood there and let the warmth of him soak into her bones. He was an enigma, Janvier. She’d seen him ice-cold, a predator, and she’d seen him bathed in sunshine. Some might’ve asked which was the real man—she knew he was both.
     
    “Do you love her still?” she found herself asking.
     
    “Who?”
     
    “The vampire. Shamiya.”
     
    His hand squeezed her calf in gentle reproof. “A silly question,
cher
. You know love cannot survive where there is no light.”
     
    Yes, she thought, he was right. “What was she like?”
     
    “Why so curious?”
     
    “I just wonder what kind of a woman would’ve captured a man like you.”
     
    “But I wasn’t this man when she knew me.” He leaned his body against hers. “I was a callow youth. I’ve learned since then.”
     
    Accepting the answer, she turned her eyes to the pond, where the sickle moon made the lilies shimmer with midnight shadows. For the first time in years, her mind was completely quiet, completely her own. The peace of it was extraordinary.
     
    When she ran her fingers through Janvier’s hair, he sighed but held the silence.
     
    T hree hours later, the peace was a memory as they found themselves in an alcove in the corridor leading to the bedroom where Monique was being held. “You sure Callan’s still in his study?”
    Janvier nodded. “I saw him return to it not long ago.”
     
    “Good, but even if we manage to sneak Monique out of her room,” she murmured, peering around the corner, “how do we get her past the guards?”
     
    Janvier fiddled with the lock pick kit he’d produced out of nowhere. “This would be much easier if we could