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That rule couldn't be applied to those of Raphael's kind. Angels attracted groupies by the truckload-mostly vampires, though the occasional stunning human was allowed into the mix. But debauchery aside, Elena had never heard of a child coming from a mating between human and angel, or even vampire and angel. Perhaps, she thought, angels simply didn't sire children. Maybe they considered the vampires their children.

Blood instead of milk, immortality instead of love.

A mockery of a childhood. But then again, what did Elena know of childhood? "Sara-I'm going to need full access to the Guild's computers and files."

"No one but the director has full access." Sara's tone held a thread of the famous Haziz steel. "You promise me you'll think about the assistant director position and I'll give you access."

"That would be lying," Elena said. "I'd go crazy behind a desk."

"I thought that once upon a time, and I'm as happy as a clam."

"What do clams have to do with anything?" Elena muttered.

"Beats me. Say you'll consider it."

"There's a crucial difference between me and you, Ms. Director." She let her tone speak for her. "Choose an A.D. out of one of the other married hunters. Don't waste it on me."

A sigh. "The fact that you're single doesn't mean I want you out there in the line of fire. You're my best friend, my sister in all but blood."

Tears pricked at her eyes. "Ditto." After Elena's own family had disowned her, it had been Sara who'd picked up the pieces. Their bond was close to unbreakable. "You know as well as I do that I'm not made for safety. I was born to be what I am." A hunter. A tracker. A loner.

"Why do I bother arguing with you?" A shake of her head that Elena could almost see. "I'm coding you in now."

That was what Elena loved about the Guild. There was no messy paperwork-hunters chose their director, then trusted her to make the decisions. No meetings, no board. No f**king around.

"Thanks."

"Uh-huh." The sound of rapid typing. "A hint of warning-I have a feeling certain high-security files are discreetly monitored for access."

"By who?" But she knew the answer. "On what authority?"

"The same one that lets them hire out my people without telling me what the hell is going on," Sara spat out. "I became director so I could help keep hunters safe. Raphael is going to learn that-"

"Don't!" Elena cried. "Please, Sara, don't approach him. The only reason, the only reason I'm still alive is that he needs me to do a job. Otherwise, you'd probably have spent a lovely afternoon identifying my body"-or what remained of it-"at the morgue."

"Jesus, Ellie. I took an oath to protect my hunters and I'm not going to back off just because Raphael's one scary m-"

"Then do it for Zoe," Elena interrupted. "Do you want her to grow up without a mom?"

"Bitch." Sara's tone was close to a growl. "If I didn't love you so much, I'd have to come beat you up. Damn emotional blackmail."

"Promise me, Sara." Her hand tightened painfully on the receiver. "This hunt is going to be the hardest thing I've ever done-don't make me worry about you, too. Promise."

A long, long pause. "I promise I won't approach Raphael . . . unless I think you're in lethal danger. That's all you're going to get."

"That'll do." She'd just have to make sure Sara never discovered that the hunt itself equaled near-certain death. One misstep and it would be bye-bye, Elena P. Deveraux.

Something beeped. "Got another call-probably Ash," Sara said.

Last Elena had heard, Ashwini a.k.a. Ash a.k.a. Ashblade, was in bayou country on the hunt for a smooth-talking Cajun vamp who had a habit of making enemies out of angels . . . then playing cat and mouse with Ash. "She still down Louisiana way?"

"No. The Cajun decided to 'tour' Europe." Sara snorted inelegantly. "You know, one of these days, he's going to make her really mad and find himself staked na**d in public, honey-glazed and with a Bite Me sign around his neck."

"I want tickets." Hanging up to Sara's laughter, Elena rubbed her hands over her face and decided it was time to get to work. This hunt was going to go down no matter what-she might as well try to come out of it in one piece.

Untucking the white shirt, she changed her black pants for jeans and tied her hair up into a haphazard ponytail, then flipped open her computer a second time. Since she didn't like the idea of the Cadre looking over her shoulder-even if they were her employers-she pulled up an Internet browser and clicked through to a popular search engine rather than logging into the Guild's databases.

Then she typed in her query: Uram.

Chapter 5

Raphael closed the door behind him and walked into the huge basement library hidden beneath the graceful beauty of a large cottage in Martha's Vineyard. A fire burned in the hearth, the only source of illumination other than the wall sconces, which created more shadows than light. There was a sense of age about this place, a quiet knowledge that it had been here far longer than the modern home above.

"It is done," he said, taking his seat in the semicircle of armchairs in front of the fire. It was too hot for him, but some of his brethren came from warmer climes and felt the promise of autumn in their bones.

"Tell us," Charisemnon said. "Tell us about the hunter."

Leaning back in his chair, Raphael glanced around at the others who sat with him. The Cadre of Ten was in session. But incomplete. "We'll need to replace Uram."

"Not yet. Not until after . . ." Michaela whispered, eyes tortured. "Is it really necessary to hunt him?"

Neha closed her hand on the other angel's shoulder. "You know we have no choice. He can't be left to indulge his new appetites. If the humans ever discover-" She shook her head, almond-shaped eyes full of dark knowledge. "They would fear us as monsters."

"They already do," Elijah said. "To hold power, we've all had to become a little bit the monster."

Raphael agreed. Elijah was one of the oldest among them. He'd ruled in one way or another for millennia, no sign of ennui in his eyes even now. Perhaps it was because Elijah had something the others didn't-a lover whose loyalty was unimpeachable. Elijah and Hannah had been together for over nine hundred years.

"But," Zhou Lijuan pointed out, "there is a difference between being feared, but looked upon with awe, and being totally abhorred."

Raphael wasn't so sure that line existed but Lijuan was an archangel cut from a different time. She held power in Asia through a matriarchal network that instilled respect for her in their children, and had been doing so for eons. If Elijah was old, then Lijuan was truly ancient-she'd become woven into the very fabric of her homeland, China, and of the lands around it. They told tales of Lijuan in whispered tones and looked upon her as a demigod. In comparison, Raphael had only ruled for five hundred years, a mere blink of time. But that could prove an asset.


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