Guild Hunter 04 - Archangel's Blade

her to flash back to the pit where Amos had trapped her. As she stroked her hand over the girl’s back, her eyes met Dmitri’s and something unsaid but understood passed between them—Sorrow was no longer simply his to watch over, but theirs.
     
    It was as Dmitri and Honor were driving away from Sorrow’s that he got the call.
    “Dmitri.” The rough male voice brought an ancient memory to life.
    “Please.” A lifted hand, the boy’s back bloody from a vicious whipping.
    “It’s all right,” Dmitri said, unable to feel pity, his heart stone, but aware this boy was another victim, no threat. “We won’t hurt you.”
    “Is she dead?”
    “Yes, the bitch is dead.”
    “Kallistos.” He pulled over.
    A rusty, painful-sounding laugh. “Very good.”
    Dead air for several seconds.
    Dmitri waited, knowing Kallistos would get impatient—according to the people Jason had in Neha’s court, this vampire, with his face and body that had mesmerized men and women alike over the centuries, had never quite mastered his temper.
    “I hold the reins today, Dmitri.” Kallistos’s voice would never be smooth, his throat having been damaged at a critical juncture during his Making, but now it lost the veneer of sophistication. “You’ll do as I say or this rather pretty angel will die a slow and painful death.”
    “Tell me what you want.”
    “I’m sending you directions. Drive. If I see any hint of wings, I’ll gut him.”
    Directions came into Dmitri’s in-box as the call ended. “This is only part of the route,” he said, after giving Honor a précis of the conversation.
    “He doesn’t want to chance an angel flying ahead of you.”
    Dmitri considered his options, made a call to Illium. “Alert Raphael as soon as he’s back in the city.” The archangel was on his way back from a meeting. “You’re too distinctive, Jason’s gone, and I don’t trust anyone else not to muck this up.”
    Illium cursed. “I’ll fly out, meet Raphael partway.”
    Hanging up, Dmitri turned to Honor. “Are you armed?”
    “Always.”
    Punching up the speed, he raced out of New Jersey and toward Philadelphia. More instructions came in as he drove, and it was seven hours later, the sky beginning to darken with the first faint streaks of the time between sunset and true night, that he found himself back in Manhattan. Mouth grim, he picked up the call as it came in.
    “Have fun on your little drive?” Kallistos laughed, and it was the sound of metal grating.
    Dmitri maintained his silence, guessing Kallistos would believe him to be in the grip of a rage that would disallow rational thinking. It didn’t. Dmitri’s hatred for Isis didn’t blind him—not now, not after he’d bathed in her blood.
    “I left you a present.” Kallistos was almost giggling. “In one of the New York properties you own.” The other vampire hung up.
    Telling Honor what Kallistos had said, he did an illegal U-turn and headed out toward Englewood Cliffs. Sire, he said, able to speak to Raphael since the archangel was directly overhead. If you and Illium will take these three— he relayed the addresses— I’ll take care of the fourth. He sent through the final address as well.
    “We’re taking the closest property,” he said to Honor. “Raphael and Illium will reach the other locations much faster.” Kallistos, he thought, was long gone.
    “What are the chances this might be the spot?”
    He considered the high fences, the lane in the back that could be used to sneak onto the property. “It’s relatively private, and decaying enough to suit Kallistos’s sense of theater, from what we’ve seen so far.” Increasing his speed, he blew past startled motorists.
    If it had been an older angel at risk, Dmitri wouldn’t have felt the overriding alarm he did now, but the one who’d been taken was young, his immortality not yet set in stone. Of course, most mortals or vampires would still be unable to cause him a fatal injury, but Kallistos was older than Dmitri; he had both the strength and the knowledge to murder an angel so vulnerable.

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    “We’re here.” Dark hair whipped off Dmitri’s forehead as he took them down a somewhat derelictstreet, before turning in through a pair of open gates that led to a decaying apartment complex.
    “I’m guessing the value is in the land?”
    “Millions.” Bringing the car to a halt behind the protective barrier of a pile of rubble, Dmitri got out and opened the trunk to retrieve a