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“You may call me Samael, Archangel of Death, but you no longer have claim to call me Sam. You no longer have claim to our daughter. I’ve watched as you mistreated her, waiting for her to come into her own, and—” He looked back at me. “Now that she has, I have plans for her.”
Plans? I’d been screwed by one archon before, I wasn’t sure I wanted to go down that road again, even if he was my father. “What—”
My father’s wings flapped open and closed once, twice, by the third time his feet were above my head. He was staring out over the crowd. “Those of you who want sanctuary, may cal
l upon my daughter. She’s establishing a safe haven for supernaturals with her mate. Anyone who trespasses with violence or ill will on the sanctuary will answer to the archons.”
And as he said the last word, Eli popped in, next to him. And then another archon. And another. Their wings varied in shades of white and gray and black, some were female, others male. But they were all glowing bright. When all seven were there, I could feel their power swirling and gathering until it was ringing in my ears.
“With our blessing, so shall it be!”
They said the words as one, and I felt the magic of their promise bouncing around my head.
Loud. So loud. Until I was on my knees, covering my ears with my hands.
And then it was quiet.
There was a flash of light, and they were gone.
When I looked up, everyone was on the ground, some of them starting to stand. All of them with pale faces or mouths open or shaking as they hung on to a loved one. The fear in their faces was there, but some also had hope.
A few glanced my way, and I wondered if I’d see them in Texas.
But one person hadn’t kneeled.
My mother.
She stepped toward me. “Get out. Never come back.” The threat in her voice and the way she held her hands tightly made me glad that I was leaving now, and I felt a little sorry for everyone who had to stay.
She turned to Van. “It would be wise if I never saw your face again.”
Van didn’t seem afraid of my mother’s anger at all. “You’ve forgotten what I am, but I haven’t forgotten what you tried to do to your daughter. To me. I’m leaving now, but I’ll be back.”
“Don’t threaten—”
Van grabbed my hand, and I reached for Chris, grabbing a handful of the fur at his neck. As soon as my hand closed on it, we were tumbling in the dark, until we slammed into the ground.
It took me a minute to catch up this time. I hadn’t eaten in days and my vision was speckled and gray. The warm sun felt nice on my skin, and I was content to lie here for a while. Especially since my hand was still grasping a fistful of wolf-Chris’ fur. He was the only thing I needed.
“You okay?” Van asked.
“Just a little weak.”
“We’ll get you some food.”
Chris was still in wolf form, cuddled against me. I wondered if it was harder or easier to travel with Van in this form, but I’d ask him later.
When I finally sat up, I didn’t recognize where we were. I thought we were going to Chris’ land, but this wasn’t his land. The houses here were all new.
“Van? Where are we?” It felt familiar, but… We were in the country and I… I looked over my shoulder.
“If you don’t recognize it, maybe Chris will.”
Chris shifted, and Van pulled a pair of jeans from thin air, tossing them at my mate.
“I recognize it.” Chris tugged on the pants and looked around.
I still couldn’t believe that he was here. Alive. Not even the tiniest scar on his chest from where Ziriel had stabbed him.
