Hunted

elements, and beyond their presence I could sense Damien and Shaunee and had a brief flash of the two of them concentrating with their eyes closed as they added their combined wills to strengthen their elements. That little burst of power was all I needed. I narrowed my eyes and put everything I had into my command. “Make the winged guy get off Darius!” I threw my hands at Kalona, focusing the elements on the movement, and at the same time thinking how fire and wind had gotten me out of some pretty tight spots with those stupid Raven Mockers, so using them against their daddy should work, too.
    The effect of the blast of hot air was immediate. It caught Kalona’s outstretched wings and tossed him up and back, and there was a weird sizzling sound as the heated air touched his naked skin, actually causing mist to form in the air around him.
    Darius had fallen heavily to the floor, but he was gasping for air while he tried to stand, putting his body between Kalona, Rephaim, and me. I couldn’t do much more than try to control my breathing and blink hard to clear the weird little bright spots from my vision. Fire and wind had gone, leaving me barely able to stay on my feet.
    A movement at the edge of my vision had me glancing at the open door and I gasped in surprise as Stark ran into the room, his bowstring already notched with a deadly-looking arrow. He lifted it to take aim at Darius, and then hesitated, shook his head like he was trying to clear it, and stared at me.
    At the first sight of him I felt a wonderful rush of happiness. He looked like himself again! His eyes weren’t glowing red. He didn’t seem crazed and wasn’t hollow-cheeked and skeletal. Then I realized I was standing there completely naked as he and I stared at each other. I grabbed the sheet pooling at my feet and hurriedly wrapped it around me, bath towel-style. Even in the middle of the big mess and stress that was going on around me, I could tell that my face was blazing red with embarrassment. I should have said something, anything to him, and instead my mind was frozen by the fact that he had just seen me completely naked .
    Recovering his composure sooner than me, Stark lifted his bow again, renotching the arrow and sighting it at Darius.
    “Stark! Don’t shoot him!” I cried. I didn’t bother to try to block his view of Darius. If Stark shot, he wouldn’t miss no matter what I did. He couldn’t miss. Unlike Kalona, my Goddess didn’t take back a gift once she’d given it.
    “If you are meaning to kill the person who threw me across the room, then that arrow will strike the priestess and not the warrior,” Kalona said. He had gotten to his feet and he sounded perfectly normal. His expression was calm, but the skin of his naked chest looked flushed and kinda odd, like he’d suddenly gotten a sunburn. Small wisps of vapor were still lifting lazily from his exposed skin, even though both elements had left the room. “And it is not the priestess I want killed. It is the warrior.”
    Before Stark could fire his deadly arrow, I turned to Kalona, beseeching him, “Darius was just protecting me. It was a Raven Mocker who did this.” I pointed to the long wound across my chest that was no longer gaping nastily open, but was instead an angry, jagged red line. “When Darius heard me scream and he saw Rephaim bending over me, it was only logical for him to assume I was being attacked again.” Kalona had held up a hand to Stark, halting the shot. With the fallen angel’s attention fully on me, I continued, “Darius has sworn to protect me. He was just doing his job. Please don’t kill him for that.”
    I held my breath during a long pause. Kalona stared at me, and I stared right back at him. The weird, hypnotic allure I’d felt for him hadn’t returned. Not that he wasn’t totally the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen. He definitely was. Then I felt a little start of surprise as I realized exactly what I was seeing as I gawked at him.
    Kalona had gotten younger.
    When he’d first risen from his imprisonment in the earth, he’d been utterly and completely handsome, but he’d also been a man. Well, one that was abnormally big and had huge black wings, but still, a man. He’d had an ageless look about him, appearing anywhere from thirty to fifty. But that had changed. If I had to guess his age, I’d say he was about eighteen. Definitely no older than twenty-one.
    He’s the perfect age for me . . .
    Finally Kalona stopped