Guild Hunter 03 - Archangel's Consort

“Do you mind if I talk to you?”
    “No, of course not.”
    A direct look, clear of tears now. “I used to think you must be mean, and that’s why Father didn’t ever invite you to stay with us.”
    Elena’s heart stabbed with pain. “Yeah?”
    “Yeah. But you’re not. You’re nice.” A fierce hug from those solid little arms. “You can come stay at my house when I have one.” It was whispered in her ear.
    Elena held the unexpected emotional gift to her heart a few minutes later as she pushed through the door to her father’s study without knocking. She found him standing at the open French doors, staring out into the rain. Not knowing why she didn’t turn around and leave, she closed the door behind herself and crossed the room to stand against the opposite doorjamb, three feet of space between them.
    Outside, the rain fell down in silver sheets, blotting out the world. She didn’t know if it was the conversation she’d had with Gwendolyn or something else, but she found her lips parting. “Mama loved the rain.”
    “Come, chérie, dance with your mama.”
    The damp, squishy feel of earth between her feet, her chest bursting with giggles as she ran outside with Beth by her side. “Mama!”
    Laughter, sweet and carefree as Marguerite twirled in the rain, her skirts flying out around her in an unruliness of color.
    “Mama. Pretty.” Beth’s soft voice, her hand curling into Elena’s as they jumped in the puddles around their mother’s spinning figure.
    “Yes.” The word was clipped. “She was happy in the rain, but she couldn’t survive the storm.”
    Stunned that Jeffrey had actually replied, she didn’t know what to do, what to say. She found herself rubbing a fisted hand over her chest, as if she could brush away the years-old hurt. “She wasn’t strong. Not like you.” Marguerite had been the light and the laughter, the wildfire in their life.
    A bitter laugh. “She wouldn’t have needed to be if I’d been there that day.”
    This conversation wasn’t going as she’d predicted, and she felt scared, lost, a child again. Gripping at the doorjamb, she thought back to that fateful day when everything had fractured, remembered that her daddy had been missing. “You went to pick Beth up from her sleepover.” She’d always been grateful for the kindness of fate that meant her sister had been spared the butcher’s attention.
    A cold gray glance from behind those clear spectacles. “I had a fight with Marguerite, went off to clear my head, picked your sister up later than I should have.”
    Elena’s whole world began to spin.
    “We fought because I thought she was too flighty. I wanted her to be a businessman’s wife ...”
    “When she was a butterfly,” Elena whispered, knowing that in spite of his harsh words, her father had loved his first wife, loved her in a way that he’d never again loved anyone else.
    “Sweetheart, this cake looks delicious.”
    Marguerite laughing and tugging on Jeffrey’s sedate tie to pull him down for a passionate kiss. “The cake looks atrocious and you know it, mon mari.”
    A smile that turned her father into the most handsome man in the world. “Ah, but the cook is definitely delicious.”
    Even as the fragment of memory tumbled unbidden into her mind from some secret hiding place, Jeffrey straightened, thrusting his hands into the pockets of his suit pants. She knew the moment was gone before he spoke. “Have you come to tell me that more of your new friends will be coming to harm your sisters?”
    She flinched. “They’re under constant protection.”
    Jeffrey didn’t look at her. “I’ll make sure word gets out that you’re not a welcome member of this family.”
    It was a good precaution, but it also burned like a poker searing through her heart. “All right.” Her voice caught, but she didn’t let it break, refusing to crumble in front of this man who couldn’t be the same one who’d held her hand in that hospital morgue almost two decades in the past. “I’ll make sure any meetings I have with Eve are at the Guild from now on. No reason for anyone to question my presence there.”
    Jeffrey said nothing.
    Turning, Elena went to leave.
    “Elieanora.”
    She froze with her hand on the doorknob. “Yes?”
    “Of all my children, you have always been the most like me.”
    Repudiating the thought with every part of her, she walked out of the house without looking back. Raphael was there to pull her up into the sky until