Archangel's Storm

make a brutal kind of sense—Neha was hurting from Eris’s loss, vulnerable.
    Now, the archangel’s hair flared back in a wind no one else could feel. “One of his whores?”
    Mahiya fisted her hands until her nails dug into her palms.
    “I do not make judgments.” Jason’s response was even. “But I am near certain that until his murder, she had not touched him for more than three hundred years.”
    Neha went so motionless as to be inhuman. It was as if she ceased to exist in the moment, in the now, and went elsewhere. “You bring the dead back to life.”
    Disturbed by the eerie echo effect in the archangel’s voice, Mahiya rubbed at the tiny hairs on her arms, all standing in alarm.
    “I do not think so,” Jason responded. “I also think this dead woman gathers an army.”
    Neha’s wings snapped out. “Come.” With that, she swept off the garden and across the lake before spiraling up and back toward the fort.
    Jason followed.
You’re hurt. Wait here.
    Mahiya was already in the air.
I can rest later.
Beating her wings put strain on her rib cage, the agony threatening to take her under, but she could not turn back.
    Mahiya.
    She sensed he was on the edge, that he would bring her down physically if necessary.
I need to know
, she said, laying her heart open, the heart of a girl who’d never known her mother’s fate.
    A pause.
Then use me.
    Not certain if it was what he meant, she nonetheless clung to the midnight strength she could sense in her mind, and landed at the fortified Guardian Fort only seconds behind Neha and Jason. The archangel didn’t even notice her presence, walking with determined steps into a section of the fort that had been closed up as long as Mahiya had been aware of it. She’d tried to explore it once as a child, found her way blocked by fallen debris too heavy to shift.
    Now, Neha touched her fingers to the debris in a complicated pattern . . . and that part of the floor just fell in, revealing a staircase on the other side. Mahiya’s heart thudded so hard, she was certain the archangel would hear it. Each staccato beat pushed against broken ribs, but that pain was eclipsed by brutal comprehension.
    Here, she was here all this time.
It was a keen.
    She no longer is. Remember.
    Wrenching her anguish under vicious control, Mahiya wrapped the essence of Jason around herself as she followed him and Neha down the staircase and into a corridor lit with modern electric bulbs set in wall sconces that threw warm light on the stone walls. Many had burned out, while still others were swathed in cobwebs, a silent indication of how long it had been since anyone walked this passage. A hundred feet down the corridor, Neha revealed another staircase that went even deeper into the earth.
    The lights here were naked bulbs, the corridor itself pounded earth . . . and the single room at the end a pit in the earth with crisscrossing bars that hid the shadowed realm beyond. Throwing out a hand, Neha lit up the cell with a blaze of violent power.
    It was empty.
    Mahiya swayed, would’ve fallen if Jason hadn’t grabbed her hand.
    Mahiya.
    I’m fine.
Air rushed into her lungs as she took in a breath and thought about what she’d seen: the melted metal where manacles might have hung from the walls, the scorch marks around the hole in the bars of the cell.
Whoever had rescued her mother had used a blowtorch to cut her free.
Promise.
    He released her before Neha could turn.
How badly are you hurt?
    Already healing. I just . . . this place.
    She’d been half afraid they were wrong, that her mother remained trapped in this nightmare place. A creature meant for the skies kept so long in the dark . . .
Her wings would’ve been wasted. She couldn’t have flown out of here.
    It also means she was rescued far longer than six months ago. If I was asked to bet, I would say it was done when Raphael executed Uram. The world was in chaos, and Neha often had to be away from the fort on Cadre business.
    A scream of rage splintered the silence, Neha spinning around in a fury that burned ice along one wall, fire along the other. Mahiya barely escaped being singed by the flames . . . and her step out of its path put her in Neha’s direct line of sight. The archangel’s eyes pinned her, cold as hell, and Mahiya knew she was dead.
    Black shimmered in her vision until Jason’s wings were all she could see.
    No, Jason, no!
In this mood, Neha would execute him regardless of any other