Guild Hunter 04 - Archangel's Blade

do with the string of disappearances that had taken place in the city around the same time. However, that speculation had died down the instant a more viable suspect was found. No one wanted to believe such madness of an archangel. “You were the sole survivor,” she guessed.
    “Yes.” A laugh as bitter as the coffee dripping into the glass pot on the counter. “Though I’m not sure you’d call this surviving. I wasn’t always Sorrow.” The coffeemaker switched off on that haunting comment. Pouring out a cup, she slid it across to Honor before pouring one for herself. “I’ve never killed a man before.”
    Honor took a sip of the hot liquid before answering, feeling eons older than this girl, though the actual age gap between them was probably closer to sior seven years. “It takes something from you,” she said, because Sorrow didn’t need lies, “something you never get back.”
    The first person Honor had stabbed hadn’t died, but the feel of her knife slicing into fat and flesh, the sharp scent of iron in the air, it was nothing she would ever forget. “But,” she continued, “some people need to be killed.” That man had intended to hurt her—she’d seen it in his yellowed smile the instant the social worker left.
    He’d had the nerve to call the cops afterward, screaming at them to arrest her. Except the chain-smoking detective had zeroed in on the fact that the “victim” had been stabbed at three a.m. in a young girl’s bedroom. Sometimes, the system worked.
    A perfunctory knock at the door, then firm footsteps walking into the house—the vampire she had never seen without his sunglasses, dressed in another sleek black suit, this time with a shirt of gunmetal gray.
    “There you are, Sorrow.” An almost gentle comment, with the finest razor-sharp edge of mockery. “Looks like I’m going to have to keep a closer eye on you.”
    Sliding her gun back into her shoulder holster, Honor watched as he slid off the shades. Slitted and bright green, his eyes were those of a viper. “Okay,” she said, not fighting the urge to stare, “that, I wasn’t expecting.” They had to be real, the reason for the sunglasses, but even knowing that, her brain had trouble processing the sight, it was so alien.
    A slow smile, his cinnamon-dark skin holding a warmth at odds with the eyes of a creature whose blood ran ice-cold. However, the words he directed at Sorrow were merciless. “Next time you slip your guard, I’ll find you nice, comfortable accommodation in a cell somewhere. Or maybe a cage would work better.”
    The young woman’s mouth tightened. Then she threw her half-full cup of coffee at the vampire’s head. “Go bite yourself, Venom.”
    Dodging the missile with a reptilian burst of movement, the vampire hissed as the cup hit the wall and shattered, the coffee spraying out to splash his slick suit. At that instant, there was nothing human in him—only a predator on the hunt. Honor had her gun leveled at him before he rose from the crouch he’d fallen into after avoiding the cup. “Enough,” she said, directing the statement to both of them. “Sorrow, clean up the mess. Venom, get out.”
    The vampire, strands of black hair falling over a face that was shockingly handsome in its eerie otherness , smirked. “A toy gun isn’t going to do you any good.” Suddenly he was in front of her, long, strong fingers closing over her rib cage, though she hadn’t so much as seen him blink.
    It was too much.
    She pulled the trigger.
    The sound was huge in the enclosed space, Sorrow’s scream a reverberating echo. Venom went down, clutching at his thigh. Tucking her gun back into the holster, Honor picked up her coffee again, surprised at her own calm. “No touching. Ever.”
    The vampire grimaced, pulled himself into a sitting position against the wall, his hand clamped over a thigh pumping blood at a speed that would’ve promised death for a mortal. “Do you know how much this suit fucking cost?”
    On the other side of the counter, Sorrow leaned against the sink, wild color in her cheeks. “I want to learn to do that,” she said, staring at Honor. “To defend myself.”
    A snort from the vampire, who was already beginning to heal. “I hear you did a mighty fine job of defending yourself today, kitty.” Sorrow’s snarl filled the air. “You should’ve ripped his nuts off before you killed him, you know,” Venom said in a considering tone. “Would’ve hurt like a