Angels of Darkness
into the bayou. He was so motionless, he appeared carved from the same stone as the silken moss-covered rocks that guarded the waterway.
She stepped quietly, intending to take the path that would skirt away from him, for she understood the value of silence, but he lifted his head at that instant. Even with the distance between them, she was caught by the wintry blue of those eyesâeyes she knew had been destroyed in the attack at the Refuge, his face beaten in with such viciousness heâd only been recognized because of a ring worn on a shattered finger.
Anger, cold and dangerous, slid through her veins, but she kept her tone easy. â Bonjour , Noel.â Her wings brushed the curling white and pink flowers of the wild azalea bushes on either side of her, and the dew showered a welcome caress on her feathers.
He rose to his feet, a big man who moved with predatory grace. âYou wake early, Lady Nimra.â
And you, Nimra thought, do not sleep. âWalk with me.â
âA command?â
Definitely a wolf. âA request.â
He fell into step beside her, and they walked in silence through the rows of flowers nodding sleepily in the hazy early morning light, their petals seeking the red-orange rays of the rising sun. It was her habit to spread her wings when she was outdoors thus, but she kept them folded today, maintaining a small distance between her and this vampire who was so very contained, she couldnât help but wonder what lay beneath the surface.
A plaintive meow had her bending to look under the hedgerow. âThere you are, Mimosa.â She plucked the elderly cat out from under the dark green shade of a plant dotted with bursts of tiny yellow flowers. âWhat are you doing awake and about so very early?â The gray cat, her fur sprinkled with white, nuzzled at her chin before settling down in her arms for another nap.
She was aware of Noel glancing at her as she stroked her hand over Mimosaâs fur, but said nothing. Like a wounded animal, he would not react well to pressure. He would have to come to herâif he ever didâin his own time, at his own pace.
âThose tufted ears,â he said at last, looking at the comical puffs that tipped Mimosaâs otherwise neat head. âThatâs why you call her Mimosa.â
It made her smile that heâd guessed. âYesâand because the first time I saw her, she was standing near a mimosa plant, snapping her paw out at the leaves, then jumping back as they closed.â In the process, sheâd managed to get several of the fluffy dandelion-like flowers on her head, a tiny crown.
âHow many pets do you have?â
She rubbed Mimosaâs back, felt the old cat purr against her ribs. âJust Mimosa now. She misses Queen, though Queen used to tire her out with her antics, she was so young.â
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N oel wasnât used to seeing angels acting in any way human. Yet Nimra, her arms full of that ancient feline, appeared very much so. âWould you like me to hold her?â
âNo. Mimosa weighs far less than she shouldâitâs only her fur that makes her appear so.â Her face was solemn in the hushed secrecy of dawn. âGrief has put her off her food, and she has lived so many years already . . .â
It was instinct to reach out, to rub his finger along the top of the catâs head. âSheâs been with you a long time.â
âTwo decades,â Nimra said. âI donât know where she came from. She looked up from her game with the mimosa plant that day and decided I was hers.â A slow smile that blew the embers within him to darker, hotter life. âShe has ever accompanied me on my morning walks since then, though now the cold bothers her.â
The gentle care in those words went against everything heâd heard of Nimra. She was feared by vampires and angels across the country. Even the most aggressive angels stayed clear of Nimraâs territoryâwhen to all outward appearances, her powers were nothing compared to many of theirs. Which made Noel wonder exactly how much of what he saw before him was the truth, and how much a well-practiced illusion.
She lifted her head at that moment and the soft gold of the rising sun touched her face, lit up those topaz eyes, so bright and luminous. âThis is my favorite time of day, when everything is still full of promise.â
Around him, the gardens began to stir to
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