"Thank you," she said politely as the reborn finished pouring.

A small nod from the vampire who was so fresh, so new, he couldn't have been reborn long. His eyes - yes, there was something there, knowledge of who he'd been, what he was now. But there was no panic in them. Perhaps the man didn't yet understand what he'd become. Raphael waited as the reborn moved around to pour for him, even as the blue-eyed one poured for Lijuan.

"A toast," Lijuan said, lifting the cup as the men began to transfer the food onto the table from a serving cart made of wood and gilded with gold. "To new beginnings." Her eyes were on Elena.

Raphael fought the primal urge to step in between, to protect Elena from a threat she had no hope of surviving . . . but then, he thought, his hunter had survived him. "To change,"

he said.

Lijuan's gaze moved to him, but she didn't challenge the subtle difference in his toast.

"That will do." She waved a hand at the three men, and they left as silently as they'd arrived.

"No audience?" Raphael pa.s.sed Elena a small platter that held a sweet red bean cake he knew she'd like.

"Not today." She watched Elena eat the cake he'd given her. "Does food continue to hold pleasure for you, Raphael?"

"Yes." It was a simple answer. He was still rooted to this earth, to the world. "You no longer eat." It was a guess, but he wasn't expecting her nod.

"It's become unnecessary." She sipped from the cup in her hand. "With friends, I make an effort, but . . ."

He understood what she was saying. No archangel would ever starve to death, even if he or she stopped eating altogether. However, lack of sustenance would eventually begin to leach power. It might take years, perhaps decades, but the loss might well be permanent.

An archangel couldn't afford to take that chance.

Lijuan was telling him she'd gone beyond that. Which brought up the question of how she was now gaining her power.

"Blood and flesh?" he asked, conscious of Elena remaining uncharacteristically quiet beside him. Some would've said she'd been cowed into silence. He knew very well that she was listening, honing her knowledge, making note of any possible weakness.

"That would be a devolution," Lijuan said, her hair feathering as if caressed by ghostly fingers, "and I am evolving."

Elena waited until they were behind the closed doors of their bedroom before giving in to the shivers. "She's . . . what is she?"

"Power in its purest form." Walking to the painted wooden doors that led to their private courtyard and balcony, he spread them open. "Come. The air will cleanse."

She took the hand he held out, let him lead her into the crisp winter air. The Forbidden City spread out like a sea of multicolored stars before her, dancers still swirling gracefully in the main courtyard as music played, haunting, evocative, beautiful enough to bring tears to the eye.

Standing in the circle of Raphael's arms, her head against his shoulder, her arms around him, she took her first real breath in hours. Her lungs sucked in the air as if parched, her throat seeming to unlock with a quiver of relief. "That music - what is it?"

"Theehru ."

For long, quiet moments, they just stood there, letting the music soak into their bones.

Elena was the one who spoke first. "You don't think she steals power from others?"

"No." Raphael stroked his hands over her wings, and the rush of sensation was welcome, a reminder that she was real, nothing like the creature who'd sat across from them in that room full of silence. "If she could do that, her courtiers wouldn't be so healthy. Lijuan has always first played in her own territory."

"Like with the reborn." She shivered again, slipped her hand under his shirt to touch the uncompromising masculine heat of his skin. "That vampire - he smelled of sunshine and paint. He was new . . . fresh."

"He thinks he's been given a second chance," Raphael said, remembering the loyalty in that dark gaze as it had swung to Lijuan.

"When do they start to rot?" she forced herself to ask.

"Jason is almost here." He could sense his spymaster getting ever closer. "He'll have the most recent information - but from what we know, it depends not only on the amount of power she expends, but on what she feeds them."

"Flesh," she whispered. "Human?"

"Or vampire. It seems to have little significance." There'd been no reports of angels being sacrificed for Lijuan's pets, but Raphael wouldn't put that depravity past the oldest of the archangels.

Elena's head lifted up at that instant. "Storms," she whispered. "Jason smells of the wildest of rainstorms, lightning and fire."

"Has the new aspect of your ability stabilized?"

"No." Her eyes followed Jason's descent from the sky, though the black-winged angel was but a shadow. "It switches on and off. Mostly off." She pressed her lips to Raphael's jaw. "But you, you've always been the rain, the wind, inside my mind. I taste you when I sleep, when I wake, when I breathe."

If Jason hadn't landed then, Raphael would have drawn Elena inside, taken his fill of her own unique scent. As it was, he ran his hand to close over her nape, brushing his mouth over the sweet curve of her ear.I will taste you tonight, Elena .Be ready for me - I won't stop until you scream your pleasure.

He heard her heart hitch, her breath catch. But his hunter had never yet backed down from a challenge.Anytime, angel boy.

Chapter 34

"Sire." Jason folded his wings behind him and waited for permission to speak.

Raising his head, Raphael nodded in greeting. "Come, we'll talk inside." Lijuan's strange sense of honor would ensure their living s.p.a.ce was free of spies - real and technological. She'd consider it beyond the pale to intrude upon her guests' privacy.

Inside, Elena leaned up against the dresser as Raphael and Jason stood in front of it. The angel's tattoo was almost totally re-inked, a piece of living art that covered the left-hand side of a face and spoke of ancestry from lands far distant from one another. The story of Jason's parents was considered one of the great angelic romances. And for a while, it had been.

"Were your men able to discover anything else?" he asked his spymaster.

"Whatever it is that she kept in that room in her stronghold," the black-winged angel told him, his voice crystal clear, perfectly pitched, "it has been shifted here."

"One of the reborn?"

"Yes, but a special one - extreme care has been taken to protect it on the way here." That perfect pitch altered just enough to telegraph Jason's revulsion. "There are reports of young women missing along the caravan route."

"She's feeding her reborn with the living?" Killing humans was no taboo, but for this, in this way . . . it might disgust even Charisemnon.

"We haven't been able to find any remains to confirm," Jason said. "But the disappearances match the caravan route - and had they wanted the dead, bodies had recently been interred in all the villages."

"Lijuan is considered a G.o.ddess," Raphael said, remembering another time, another angel turned G.o.d. "The villagers would've raised no complaint."

"No." Jason's jet- black hair, unbound, caught the light as he bent his head, took a deep breath. "That isn't the worst of it."

"There's more?" Elena's voice was openly shocked.

Jason raised his head. "There are rumors, strong rumors, that those mortals in her inner court who weren't chosen to be Made . . ."

"Dear G.o.d," Elena whispered. "They're asking to be reborn?"

"It seems they are being seduced by the newer reborn," Jason confirmed. "The ones who're being kept long- term in a physical state akin to life by being fed flesh."

"The young or the old?" Raphael asked.

"Older - but I don't think that'll last." Jason shook his head.

"Why?" Elena looked at Raphael, her eyes uncomprehending. "They must know or guess that they'll likely have much shorter lifespans than if they'd allowed nature to take its course."

Jason answered before Raphael could. "It's the promise of immortality, the hope that Lijuan will find a way to keep them alive for eternity. Some would give up everything for that."

Elena heard something in that statement, an undercurrent that held a wealth of meaning.

She looked at the angel who was always a shadow, his exotically handsome face inscrutable, his wings a sooty charcoal that let him blend seamlessly into the night. "For the promise?" She shook her head. "I just can't understand when the reality is that they'd become less than slaves."

"You've never chased immortality," Raphael answered. "You don't comprehend the hunger of those that do."

That made her pause. "Maybe I do," she said, and wished she didn't. "My brother-in-law loves my sister . . . but he didn't wait for her to be accepted as a Candidate. He wanted to live forever more than he wanted my sister beside him." And now Beth would grow old while Harry remained forever young.

Harry had vowed to stay beside Beth, and for some reason, Elena believed him. But she wondered ifBeth would accept his devotion. Would her sister's love survive the knowledge that she'd been second best to immortality, that one day she'd die, leaving Harry to meet someone else, love someone else?

Her gaze locked with Raphael's, her heart a painful fist in her chest. Because she, too, would have to watch her sister die.

I won't apologize, Elena. It would be a lie - I couldn't let you leave me.

The raw honesty of the answer, of the emotion behind it, rocked her.I forget, and then I remember and it hurts all the more.

Beth will turn to dust when her time comes, but she'll die knowing her children will be watched over by an angel.

She gave a jerky nod, met Jason's gaze, realizing for the first time that his eyes were black, so black it was almost impossible to distinguish pupil from iris. "Will the courtiers turn against Lijuan if we prove to them that there's no immortality in being reborn?"

Jason's wings rustled as he resettled them, but even here, in this room full of light, he'd managed to find a shadow, until she had to concentrate to see their outline. "We may turn a few, but most are too used to seeing her as their G.o.ddess. They'll follow blindly where she leads."

Giving Lijuan an endless supply of bodies for her army of the dead.

Chapter 35

Elena lay in Raphael's arms, her body exhausted in the most s.e.xual of ways. The archangel had kept his promise. He'd made her scream. Her heart was still thumping with the echo of searing pleasure when she fell into the warm darkness of a peaceful sleep. So peaceful that it took her a while to understand what it was she was hearing.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

"Come here, little hunter, taste." A finger pressing to her mouth.

She clamped her lips tight, but the taste, it seeped inside anyway, an insidious, unspeakable thing. No! Her mind refused to realize what it was, refused to understand.

But the monster wouldn't let her escape. "Isn't Belle delicious?" His eyes were darkest brown, ringed with a thin circle of bloodred. "I saved some for you. Here." Hands brushing away her sister's golden blonde hair from her neck, revealing the raw meat that was her throat. "I think it might still be warm." His face nuzzling into Belle's neck, his hand on b.r.e.a.s.t.s that had just begun to bud.