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“But why here?” Reaver asked. “You’re usually all about cheese and wine while perched precariously from a cliff on an active volcano.”
He said it as if he didn’t enjoy an element of danger and discomfort.
Oh, right, that was her. She’d rather ride a hell stallion than a unicorn any day.
Unicorn glitter got all over everything.
“Because I know it’s special to you.” His mother had walked here when she was pregnant with Reaver and his twin, one of the few stories he knew about her.
He smiled sadly. “It’s the only place I can feel my brother now.” He looked at the hundred blackened pockmarks that scarred the otherwise pristine meadow. “But for how much longer? Soon, the damage from his visit will be healed, and then what?”
As an angel raised in Hell—and currently running it—Revenant’s presence in Heaven destroyed anything he touched, and because of that, he’d been forbidden to enter. The Council of Orders feared him so much they’d constructed a temporary barrier that kept him from leaving Sheoul until the Investigative Council made a determination regarding his threat level.
“That’s kind of why I brought you here. The thirty-year deadline is almost up. Surely, the Investigative Council will finally allow Revenant to at least enter the human realm.”
Reaver snorted. “The Thrones and Powers will never allow that to happen.”
A terrible thought popped into her head. “You don’t think they’ll go back on their agreement withus, do you? We agreed to stay here in Heaven and break off all communication with everyone in the human realm for six months while the IC wrapped shit up. We kept our part of the bargain.”
And it hadn’t been easy. But the IC was in its final stage of a three-decades-long investigation into angelic involvement in the destruction of Sheoul-gra, and Reaver hadn’t wanted to antagonize the investigators—not when so many involved were friends and family.
A muscle in Reaver’s jaw twitched angrily. “We made a huge mistake agreeing to that. I’ve missed my grandchildren.” He sank onto the grass next to the basket of food and wine she’d brought. “And they had better give Revenant his freedom. Word is he’s furious.”
She’d heard that through the grapevine too. The Archangels were terrified of him, and pretty much everyone had wanted him punished for the damage he’d done during his last visit to Heaven, and they didn’t want to rely on Reaver to keep his brother under control. Especially because they didn’t like Reaver either. His status as the only Radiant angel in existence made him a target for bitter, envious angels of every Order. His twin brother, his evil counterpart, a Shadow Angel, terrified them even more, and they were looking for any justification to keep him shut down in Sheoul until the Final Battle when, hopefully, he’d fight on the side of Heaven instead of Satan.
And the fools were too arrogant to see that their treatment wasn’t endearing them to him. They might as well be pushing him to ally with Satan.
“I get the feeling that no matter what the bastards in charge of the investigation find, there will be pressure to keep Revenant in Sheoul indefinitely.”
“What?” Harvester swore. “That’s a load of crap. The Archangels know how important he is. Why are they caving to the other Orders? I understand that no one wants to trust Revenant. He is the king of Hell while Satan is imprisoned. And he’s a giant douchebag. But he’s also an angel. And your brother. Don’t you have any say in it? Or Metatron? You’re the two most powerful angels in existence. Surely, the Archangels will listen to you.”
The herd of unicorns moved closer, their pearly hooves stepping lightly. Near the rear, a mare leaped into the air, her massive white wings lifting her into the sky. She swooped in expansive circles, watching over her herd. The rare product of a union between a unicorn and a pegasus, winged unicorns were always female, never sparkled, and always took over the herd.
They were pretty badass. Harvester would ride one of those.
“Those fools don’t listen to anyone,” Reaver growled. “Not even Metatron.” Reaver pulled her down next to him. “The Council of Orders Summit is only days away. I can’t shake the bad feeling I have about it.”
She waggled her brows at him. “Then let me distract you with good feelings.”
She stripped him with her mind, but she put herself in a black satin corset, crotchless panties, and thigh-high boots. And quickly, before anyone saw them—the vastness of Heaven made the chances of being accidentally found incalculably low, but there was a pretty good chance they might be spied upon intentionally—she constructed a privacy dome that made them invisible and unable to be heard.
Reaver’s sapphire eyes darkened, but it wasn’t with lust. No, the fire fueling him today was determination and more than a little fury.
A deliciously hot shiver skittered over her skin. She loved this side of her mate. The wrathful, dangerously intense side of an angel who embodiedfuck around and find out. Sure, he could be fair and merciful and goofy. But those who fucked around…found out.
It was so hot.
Made her think of all the times they’d fought each other as enemies, back when she’d been a fallen angel full of bitterness, cruelty, and darkness. She’d absolutely wrecked him. Physically. Sexually. In every way she could twist him into knots.
But right now, he needed to be brought down a notch. And she’d keep at it for as long as it took. Days, even. He couldn’t go into one of the most consequential Council of Orders Summits in centuries worked into a frenzy. She was going to take that frenzy out of him right now.
But first she had to work him into a different one.
She materialized a length of soft, white rope and a whip, and then she popped her wings and plucked a feather. The fury in his eyes abruptly became fire.
Now, she was going to fuck around. And definitely find out.
Chapter Ten
