Archangel's Storm

a brusque voice ordering her to descend. Older and stronger as he was, she knew the general would catch her in seconds, but she grit her teeth and continued to beat her wings upward, shoulder and back muscles straining until her tendons felt as if they might snap. Let him think her a spoiled brat—it would plant the wrong idea in his mind, perhaps give her another chance later on—
    A sweep of black in front of her.
Jason!
She was so startled, she shot past him.
    “Ready to leave?” he asked when he came up to join her—as if she had gone for an afternoon visit somewhere.
Are you all right, princess?
    She almost burst into tears at the piercing tenderness of his mental question. “Yes and yes,” she said with a shaky smile, wondering if she would ever understand this man she adored. “But I’m afraid I have acquired a problem.”
    “I see that.”
Can you hold the hover?
    Yes.
Her body protested the abuse, but she’d handled worse.
    Situating himself beside her rather than in front, Jason reached back and withdrew his sword, holding it casually at his side as the general reached them. The angel’s eyes snapped from Jason to Mahiya, to the quiet threat of Jason’s black sword, and he seemed to decide silence was the best policy. So they all looked politely at one another until her mother winged up to face her.
    “Mahiya”—a whip of anger directed at an errant offspring—“I expect my child by my side.”
    “Mother,” Mahiya said with utmost gentleness, not wishing to hurt Nivriti, but knowing she had to force her mother to see the truth if they were to ever build a relationship, “I haven’t been a child for centuries. I was never truly allowed to be one. You know that.”
    In spite of the gentleness, Nivriti flinched. “I will kill her for what she did.”
    Mahiya held up a hand. “No. Do not think to use me as an excuse in your war with Neha. I want no part of it.” Heart twisting, she held that gaze so familiar and so alien. “Three hundred and seven years,” she said in a whisper that held a lifetime of lost dreams and shattering pain. “That’s how long I survived—I do not want to survive any longer, Mother. I want to fly.”
    A moment of utter silence before Nivriti’s eyes slammed into Jason’s. “If you do not care for her, spymaster, I will hunt you to the ends of the earth.” With that violent threat, she and her general dropped back down to the palace.
    Sliding away the sword, Jason turned to her.
She truly does love you in her own way.
    Enough to set me free.

43
    F our days after he’d put her in it, Dmitri brought Honor partway out of her drugged sleep. “Dmitri.” It was a sluggish question as he cradled her in his lap, but he heard the panic.
    “You’re safe,” he said. “It’s time for the first blood kiss. Do you remember?” He’d told her every step of the process, so she wouldn’t be afraid when she woke without full control of her faculties, his Honor who had once been held prisoner by monsters.
    Her fingers curled into his chest, fear a slick sheen on her face. “I can’t move.”
    “Honor, baby, I can’t bring you fully out.” She was ripping him apart. “
Please
remember.” He nuzzled and kissed the woman who made eternity worth living, holding her as tight as he dared, for her skin would be sensitive now, easier to bruise. “I would never do anything to hurt you.”
    A sigh against his neck, the panic subsiding, though her voice remained thick with the drugs. “I love you.”
    Relieved until he could barely breathe, he allowed himself three precious minutes with her before he used one of his fangs to puncture his wrist and hold it up to her mouth. “I know it doesn’t taste good now”—wouldn’t until the transformation had had longer to take hold in her body—“but you only have to take a few drops.”
    Honor wrinkled her nose but didn’t fight.
    “Very not sexy,” she muttered afterward and made him laugh, the tension leaching out of his body.
    “Trust me, it gets sexier.” Kissing her, he forced himself to lay her back down. “Ready?”
    “I want it done.” She cuddled into his body. “Want to be with you.”
    He reached down to reactivate the drug that would take her under once more. “I’ll be here, waiting for you when you wake again.” He’d waited near to a thousand years—nothing would induce him to move from her side. “Sleep. I’ll keep you safe.”

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    M ahiya sat on the roof of the Angel Enclave house