Angels of Darkness
court,â he said instead when he was certain they were alone, the scent of honeysuckle heavy in the air, though he couldnât see any evidence of the vine.
âDo I?â Tone still touched with the frost of power, Nimra sat down on the same wrought-iron bench heâd used earlier, her wings spread out behind her, strands of topaz shimmering in the sunlight.
âFen is your eyes and ears and has been for a long time,â he said, âwhile Amariyah was only Made because it soothes his heart to know that sheâll live even after he is gone.â
Nimraâs response had nothing to do with his conclusions. âNoel. Understand this. I can never appear weak.â
âUnderstood.â Weakness could get her killed. âHowever, thereâs no weakness in having a wolf by your side.â
âSo long as that wolf does not aspire to seize the reins.â
âThis wolf has no such desire.â Going down on his haunches, he played a river-smoothed pebble over and through his fingers as he returned to the topic of Fen and Amariyah. âAre you always so kind to your court?â
âFen has earned far more than he has ever asked,â Nimra said, wondering if Noel was truly capable of being her wolf without grasping for power. âI will miss him terribly when he is gone.â She could see sheâd surprised Noel with her confession. Angels, especially those old and powerful enough to hold territories, were not meant to be creatures of emotion, of heart.
âWho will you miss when they are gone?â she asked, deeply curious about what lay behind the hard shield of his personality. âDo you have human acquaintances and friends?â She didnât expect him to answer, so when he did, she had to hide her own surprise. Only decades of experience made that possibleâEitriel had left her with that, if nothing else.
âI was born on an English moor,â he said, his voice shifting to betray the faintest trace of an accent from times long gone.
She found it fascinating. âWhen were you Made?â she asked. âYou were older.â Vampires did age, but so slowly that the changes were imperceptible. The lines of maturity on Noelâs face came from his human lifetime.
âThirty-two,â he said, his eyes on a plump bumblebee as it buzzed over to the dewberry shrub heavy with fruit on Nimraâs right. âI thought I had another life in front of me, but when I found that road cut off, I decided what the hell, I might as well attempt to become a Candidate. I never expected to be chosen on the first attempt.â
Nimra angled her head, conscious that angels wouldâve fought to claim him for their courts, this male with both strength and intelligence. âThis other life, did it involve a woman?â
âDoesnât it always?â There was no bitterness in his words. âShe chose another, and I wanted no one else. After I was Made, I watched over her and her children and somewhere along the way, I became a friend rather than a former lover. Her descendants call me Uncle. I mourn them when they pass.â
Nimra thought of the wild windswept beauty of the land where heâd been born, found it fit him to perfection. âDo they still live on the moors?â
A nod, his hair shining in the sunlight. âThey are a proud lot, prouder yet of the land they call their own.â
âAnd you?â
âThe moor takes ahold of your soul,â he said, the rhythms of his homeland dark and rich in his voice. âI return when it calls to me.â
Compelled by the glimpse into his past, this complex man, she found her wings unfolding even farther, the Louisiana sun a warm caress across her feathers. âWhy does your accent disappear in normal conversation?â
A shrug. âIâve spent many, many years away from the moors, but for visits here and there.â Dropping the stone, he rose to his feet, six feet plus of tall, muscled male with an expression that was suddenly all business. âFen, Asirani, Christian, and Amariyah,â he said. âAre they the only ones who have access to you on that intimate a level?â
âThere is one other,â she said, aware the moment was over. âExeter is an angel who has been with me for over a century. He prefers to spend his time in his room in the western wing, going over his scholarly books.â
âWill he be at
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