It had been a long time since Elena had seen any sign of the petulance and pettiness that had once been as much a part of him as his striking intellect. “I have an answer.” Vivek raised his hand, his sharply handsome face bearing a cheek-creasing grin, and the rich brown of his skin lit with good humor.
An impossibility-and a destruction.Īs Elena was a newborn angel with a heart that would always be mortal, even should she live ten thousand years. Raphael was learning to act with more humanity because of the bond of love that tied them together, but he wasn’t human, and he never would be it’d be like asking a ferocious tiger to turn tame. That Elena was now the consort of the most powerful immortal in North America didn’t change her bone-deep understanding of that searing truth. Pretty perhaps, if your tastes ran that way, but gone and forgotten in mere heartbeats. To a being who had lived a thousand years, what were mortals and new-Made vampires but bugs to be crushed? Nothing but fragile fireflies.
You’d have to be blind, deaf, and mentally unhinged not to realize that angelkind was not human in any way, shape, or form.
“Why do a certain percentage of baby vamps think that (a) all the nasty, terrible things they’ve heard about the old angels aren’t true, and (b)-after discovering that, in fact, all the previous knowledge they had is true, why do they think they’ll be the one wet-behind-the-ears idiot who’ll make it to freedom?”īoth of those things made zero sense to Elena. “No.” Elena leaned back in her chair across from Vivek. “If you don’t know that by now, Ellie, there’s no hope for you.” “Because you’re a Guild Hunter, and we find and haul back runaway vampires,” was Sara’s dry response. “Why?” she said to both Sara and Vivek, after putting the conversation on speaker. Ten minutes later, the two of them were taking an insane amount of pleasure in arguing over a word when Sara called to ask her to track a young vampire who thought he could skip out on his Contract. She returned to her Scrabble death match with Vivek. Just because the city’s birds had gone all creepy and otherworldly once didn’t mean every sparrow was a harbinger. For a second, she felt a chill on the back of her neck, but then the sparrows flew off to do sparrow business and she realized she was being paranoid. The small birds were dipping and dancing beyond the Tower windows, their wings nearly brushing the glass. Elena noticed the sparrows with the periphery of her mind.
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