Forsaken: The World of Nightwalkers (23 page)

Now they were ribcage to ribcage, her breasts pressed against him, her belly flush to his. And still he pulled her in tighter. He didn’t understand why it didn’t feel like enough, why it felt as though he were starving for the feel of her still. Maybe because the taste of her was so incredible. Maybe because though she felt like it, she certainly didn’t taste like licking the top of a battery. No, that was a tart, acrid thing, and she was everything sweet and delicious. He had never been one for fine dining, but he could recognize it when he tasted it.

Somehow his hands had found position on her body, one on her upper back and the other sliding down over her backside. He’d always been partial to a girl with a nice ass, and maybe that was why he was more than a little turned on by hers. He used his grip to connect their lower bodies along with their upper and that was when he realized just how hard he was. It should be funny, the idea that he would be unaware of something like that, but it was just another shock to him, just like the way she kissed him shocked him.

Then he found himself remembering things. Remembering the way she had felt beneath him, the way she had felt around him…and just by remembering that hard state became even more so. A thousand thoughts and impulses seemed to race through his mind all at once, but what it all boiled down to was him wanting her, and her acting very much like she wanted him in return. She was like holding on to a live wire, dancing and wriggling in his grip, her body curving up against him, rubbing up against him. She moaned, and he felt it right to the bottom of his being.

Christ. Christ almighty, was it safe to want this powerfully? Was it normal?

No, it wasn’t normal, and that was exactly the reason why it felt so damn good. Even if she wasn’t of his kind, hell…not even of his
species,
she was very clearly in his blood and it was an intense experience just begging to be had.

But just when he would have pushed even harder, she jerked away from him. She wrenched herself out from between his hands, leaving him feeling shockingly bereft.

“What?” he demanded, surprised to hear the exasperation of the query. He’d never been the type to ignore the signals a woman was giving off, and pulling away was a huge signal. But instead he was feeling cheated, feeling impatient to get back to where they’d just been.

“You don’t even like me! You hate my entire kind!” she blurted out, her breathing just as labored as his was, her fingers pressing against her mouth as if to placate it for what she’d taken away from it.

“I…” He hesitated, trying to think clearly enough to respond. She was right, wasn’t she? At least, as far as she knew. He’d had nothing but ichor oozing out of himself toward her kind from the moment they had met…longer even. “Believe me,” he said with no little bewilderment. “I’m just as shocked as you are.”

“Fine,” she said, her eyes filling with anger. “Let’s chalk it up to momentary insanity on your part and leave it at that.”

She went to turn away, to leave him, and he didn’t know why, but he grabbed her by her arm and turned her back to him.

“I’m not going to do that,” he heard himself saying.
Really? So what now, genius?
“I don’t hate you,” he said, and the moment he said it he knew it was true…and by the expression on her face he could see that she knew it, too.

“This…all of this,” she said indicating their closeness, “is because of what Grey did to us. It’s not real.”

“Felt pretty damn real to me,” he argued. “Felt better than real, for that matter.”

Now that statement seemed to give her pause, so he took advantage of the opportunity and moved in, taking her mouth with his once more, but this time slower, more gently. Savoring that sparking sensation and the simple warmth of her. When the kiss ended he could see the hesitation in her eyes and he didn’t blame her for not trusting him.

“Put it all aside,” he said quietly. “Forget what Grey showed us. Forget whatever suggestions we might feel is motivating this. Strip it down to the skin and you’ll realize, just like me, that there’s something very intriguing here. Something…” He kissed her lips with aching softness and breath stealing slowness before speaking again. “Something that’s just
us.
”

She let him kiss her again and he felt victorious for it. He had coaxed another kiss from her and it fed the seething hunger building inside of him. For every moment she let him stay he wanted another two, for every four he wanted eight. It was beyond exponentials. It was beyond anything he’d ever known…or cared to know. Usually something like this…something outside of the norm…was something to be avoided at all costs. The kind of life he led, there was no room for extraordinary things when it came to women. In his experience they simply couldn’t take him in serious measure. No average woman could ever cope with the mercenary way he lived his life and the deadly games he played. So that meant lying. And anyone worth having wouldn’t deserve the stack of lies he’d have to tell just so she would find comfort and peace of mind. It was exactly what she had been saying. They were better off not knowing.

This time he was the one who broke away from her. He backed away, stunned by the turn of his thoughts. It was like a new shoe in the wrong size. It didn’t fit him. And it would be painful to wear besides. It must have shown clearly on his face because she sighed, a deflation of her energy that told him she understood him all too well.

“It will be daylight soon. Perhaps we should take the opportunity to sleep.”

“Okay,” he said, as he tried to cut off this seemingly new urge to examine his motivations.

But it wasn’t okay. Feeling her move away, feeling her growing more distant…it was everything but okay.

Why?
he asked himself. Why was this frustration and confusion present like this? This should be a clear-cut understanding that he was better off keeping a fair distance from her. And frankly she was better off keeping a fair distance from him. This physical connection…it was all wrong.

So why couldn’t he just walk away? Why couldn’t he file it under the “get out while you still can” category and feel lucky for the escape? He’d done it before. Dozens of times. Probably more times than was right.

But she was different. Just by virtue of being a Night Angel, she didn’t fit neatly into all the little categories he usually put women into. She was a puzzle and a wild card and he simply didn’t know what to do with her.

“Tell me, what does a Night Angel princess do besides run around saving the world?” he asked as he followed her over to the comfortable grouping of sofas. He watched her sit down, curling her legs beneath herself, her head tilting to the left a little as she quietly took his measure.

“Isn’t saving the world enough?” she asked. But he could hear that light brush of amusement in her voice and it made him shoot her a wry grin.

“It’s a pretty decent occupation I suppose. I’ve done it one or two times myself.”

He took a seat on the other end of the sofa, turning himself toward her so he could continue to study her. And there they sat, side by side, each trying to grasp what made the other tick.

“My father rules the North America Night Angels with a very careful hand. He has expectations of his people. He makes it very clear that there is a code we must live by and he won’t settle for anything less. It’s a code we enjoy fulfilling, otherwise my father would not be ruler to one of the most powerful Nightwalker races on this planet.”

“And what is this code?” Leo asked.

She tipped her head again, just as she did every time his questions made her recall a memory. It was as if the movement helped her to access her thoughts. It made the fine white strands of her hair brush softly against her skin.

“We’re Angels. We’re called Angels for a reason. We are meant to take care of this world we live in and all of its inhabitants. The world has a natural course to take, and we see that it’s not destroyed by unnatural, evil things. Things like Apep. Although, as I understand it, it’s been a very long time since something as dangerous as Apep has threatened the world.”

“So you’re telling me that you are just…do-gooders. Just for the sake of doing good?” He tried not to sound disbelieving, but it was very hard not to. In his experience no one did anything without hoping for some kind of quid pro quo.

“We have an altruistic bent, yes,” she said. “But we’re far from perfect and far from being purely good. We are a people like any other people. We have our good, our bad, and our indifferent. We have our heroes and our criminals. But law-abiding Angels approach their nights, each and every one of them, with the will to make the world a better or safer place in whatever way they can. If it means capturing a criminal, then we set out to capture that criminal. If it means giving aid in a place torn by disaster, then we give that aid.”

“To humans? Looking like this?” He indicated her white hair and black skin, both of which would make her stand out like a sore thumb…never mind the electric-blue wings.

“There are those of us who can alter people’s perceptions…make humans see us as just a group of normal humans trying to help. Just like there are those of us who can sometimes see into the future and know when dangers are lying in wait for us…and if we are lucky they will even know what we can do to alter that chain of events from happening.”

“Like you did when you kept Apep from killing Jackson. So someone saw that was going to happen and your father willingly sent his daughter to get in between a wrathful god and his victim? And why only you? Why not a phalanx of Angels?”

“My sister is a hierophant and saw that something terrible was going to happen there, but she didn’t know precisely what. She told my father it was very dangerous, but all that was needed was a single Angel. My father sent what was needed, and only what was needed. I don’t always know what motivates my father, I don’t know why he chose to send me in particular, but he is rarely wrong with his actions and those actions have always helped the greater good. I trust him with all my heart and all my soul. There is no one wiser, stronger, or better skilled at navigating the world.”

“How old is he? For that matter,” he said, thinking on the fly, “how old are you? I couldn’t even begin to guess how to tell a Night Angel’s age.”

She smiled then, her deep violet lips curving with genuine amusement.

“You can tell by our wings,” she said. “We aren’t born with them. They develop at puberty, rather like a young girl develops breasts. Our puberty, however, doesn’t occur until we are nearly fifty years old.”

“Fifty! You’re fifty?”

“Angels with brown wings are fifty. Angels with green wings are just over a hundred years old. Angels with red wings are about the two-century mark. My sister’s wings are red.”

“Blue. Get to the blue,” he encouraged her. She chuckled at his impatience.

“Blue is about three centuries old. I’m three hundred and eleven years old. But there are angels much older than I am. Angels with white wings are our ancients and are our most revered members of our society.”

“Your father?”

She nodded. “He’s not the oldest of us, but he is among them. And when he leaves us, his daughters will stand in his stead.”

“Really? Even though there are older and potentially wiser Angels out there?”

“Older, perhaps…but we are our father’s daughters and we like to think that has made us very wise as well. Anyway, it is the law. The rule of our people is first offered to the blood kin of the previous ruler.”

“So a bona fide three-hundred-year-old princess. I suppose to you I must seem like…I don’t know. A child?”

“Hardly that. My age gives me no more or less value than yours does. It only matters what we are at our souls. I am a woman who put herself between a god and his victim, you are a man who is putting his life on the line for a friend. We are not so very different.”

Leo reached out to her, catching several strands of her sugary white hair between his fingers, letting it filter softly through them.

“You know something, the more I talk to you, the more you make me feel like I’m a judgmental ass.”

“You
are
a judgmental ass,” she said with a light laugh. “But it’s one of your more endearing qualities.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re so enamored by it. I have very little else to impress you with.”

“You don’t need to try to impress me, you’ve done that quite a bit already,” she said.

“I’m afraid to ask in what way.”

“In many ways, both good and bad. But if you think I’m going to sit here and judge you like I am holier than thou, you’ll be sorely disappointed. You are who you are. You are what the world has made you. Do you really think I consider myself flawless in comparison to you?”

“No,” he said. “No, not at all. But unlike myself, you don’t cast blanket judgments on others and, somehow, you seem to see the good in others. At least, in my experience so far. You’re cautious, but willing to believe the best. Look at Grey. Had I been here alone I probably would have gone for his throat. I wouldn’t have succeeded, but I definitely would have tried to kill the fucker.”

She quieted and looked away from him and he knew immediately he had stuck his foot in it.

“That’s not to say it was a wholly unpleasant experience. Except for the end…” He was feeling awkward and when she looked at him, her eyes conveyed her sadness completely. As did the way she absently rubbed her chest above her heart, as though it were physically painful for her to remember. And he knew it was. Just as real as that passion had felt, the tragedy of the death of their child had been blindingly devastating.

Leo reached out for the hand at her heart, taking it between his own and pulling their joined hands against his chest. It drew her forward, closing the distance between them just as effectively as the emotions of the moment were drawing them closer.

“Are you okay?” he asked her gently. He had no idea of knowing what she had experienced from her point of view. Had she witnessed the violence of the act itself? He knew she had experienced what it had felt like to hold her lifeless child against her heart.