Angels of Darkness
life as the sky became ablaze with streaks of deep orange and a pink so dark it was almost crimson, and in front of him stood a beautiful woman with wings of jewel-dusted brown. A man could surrender to such a moment . . . but the very strength of that allure made him take a step back, remind himself of the cold, hard facts behind his presence here. âIs there anyone you suspect of being the traitor?â
Nimra didnât protest the sudden change in the direction of the conversation. âI cannot bring myself to suspect any of my own of such an act.â Her hand moved over the slumbering cat in her arms, slow and with an endless patience. âIt is worse than a knife in the dark, for at least then I would have a shadow to focus on. This . . . I do not like it, Noel.â
Something about the way she said his name curled around him, a subtle magic that had his shields slamming shut. Perhaps this was Nimraâs powerâthe ability to entice people into believing whatever she wished them to believe. The idea of it made his jaw go tight, every cell in his body on alert for the danger he was certain lurked behind the delicate bones of that exquisite face.
As if sheâd heard his thoughts, she shook her head. âSuch mistrust.â It was a murmur. âSuch age in your eyes, as if you have lived far more centuries than I know you to have done.â
Noel said nothing.
Soft ebony curls glimmered with deepest blue in the dawn sunlight as she continued to pet Mimosa. âI will formally introduce you to my people thisââ
âIâd prefer to meet them on my own.â
One eyebrow rose at the interruption, the first hint of true arrogance heâd seen. It was strangely comforting. Angels of Nimraâs age and strength were used to power, used to being in control. Heâd have been more suspicious if sheâd taken the interruption and disagreement with the unruffled tranquillity sheâd shown to date.
âWhy?â The demand of an immortal who held a territory in an iron grip.
But Noel had found his way again after months in the impenetrable darkness, would allow no one to push him off course. âIf there is a traitor, it makes no sense to alienate your entire court,â he reminded her. âWhich will happen very quickly if you make it a point to introduce your new . . . amusement to them all.â
She continued to watch him with eyes full of power.
Perhaps other men mightâve been intimidated, but, illusion or truth, Noel was fascinated by the layers of her. âAre your people truly dim enough,â he said, âto accept that story once you make it clear I have value to you?â
Nimraâs hand stilled on her petâs fur. âTake care, Noel,â she said in a quiet voice that hummed with the reality of the strength contained within her small frame. âI have not held this land by allowing anyone to walk over me.â
âThat,â he said, holding a gaze gone stormy with warning, âis not something I ever doubted.â Never did he forget that behind her delicate build and feminine beauty lay an immortal who was said to be so cruel that she caused bone-chilling terror in even those of her own kind.
CHAPTER 3
T he first person Noel met when he stepped into the huge room at the front of the house was a tall, dark-eyed, dark-haired angel who had the look of arrogance Noel associated with angels beyond a certain level of powerâbut with an edge of condescension thrown in for flavor. âChristian,â the angel said, his wings a soft white with a few sharp threads of black . . . the same wings Noel had seen from his bedroom window earlier that morning.
Nodding, he said, âNoel,â and held out his hand.
Christian ignored it. âYouâre new to the court.â A smile as serrated as a saw blade. âI hear you come to us from the Refuge.â
Noel didnât miss the unspoken messageâChristian knew what had been done to him, and the angel would use that knowledge to twist the knife deeper when he wished. âYes.â He smiled, as if he hadnât caught either the warning, or the implicit threat. âNimraâs court isnât what I expected.â There was no overt opulence, no miasma of fear.
âDonât be taken in,â Christian said, his eyes as hard as diamonds though his facade of arctic politeness never slipped. âThere is a reason the others fear
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