Page 128 of Blood that Burns
“Not a chance, demon.” The man snarls, pushing the blade further into my skin. Not enough to cut, but if I move an inch, that won’t be the case.
“Enough,” a voice booms, coming up from behind the hunter and me.
“There’s a horde in the square. You’re all needed there. I’ll handle this.” The man and woman share a look as though they might argue against the request. “Now.”
The words are said so forcefully that I swear the wind picks up as an aftereffect.
“Let Maeve go,” he says, motioning toward the woman caught in Law’s grip. His head tilts to the side as he stares the newcomer down.
When I let her go, run toward me.
Law communicates with me telepathically while my eyes are trained on the dark-haired man. His eyes narrow as if he knows exactly what and how Law spoke to me.
Law pushes the hunter forward as Blaine releases me and I rush around her while she’s off balance, straight into Law’s open arms.
The three hunters scurry off without another word.
The man waits until they’re out of sight and turns toward us.
I blink several times, trying to process what happens next. Enormous white wings shoot out from the back of his shoulders. I gasp at the sight. I’m not even sure how that’s possible.
The dark-haired, blue eyed... angel stares at me. “Are you hurt?”
I shake my head because words fail me.
“It’s interesting,” the angel whispers. “You can somehow communicate with him.”
“That’s a long story,” Law answers. “And we have somewhere to be.”
The angel takes a step closer to us, sniffing the air. “You smell... different.”
“Listen, man, I’m not into that sort of thing,” Law quips, earning a growl from the angelic man.
“My name is Ezekiel, and I’m a power angel of the highest order. You will answer my questions, vampire.”
Law doesn’t so much as shiver, but I’m quaking in my shoes.
This is something of biblical proportions.
“You see... that’s where you lost me. God never saw fit to save my family from this curse. My brothers and I never had a chance.” The words are spit like venom, aimed to kill.
“God had nothing to do with what happened to you and your family.”
“Well, he didn’t intervene to help us either.”
“Be that as it may, there are things at play here that even Heaven doesn’t understand.”
Law laughs, but it lacks humor. “The all-knowing doesn’t know everything? Sounds fishy to me.”
“I’m going to clue you in on a few things,” the angel says, drawing nearer. “God is ruler of all that you see. The world and planets that humans are taught in schools. But there are dimensions out there ruled by others.”
Law’s features pinch like he’s not quite sure he’s believing this.
“There was a treaty at the beginning of time that keeps the various rulers in their own territories, so to speak. But someone has encroached on God’s, and there will be war when it’s discovered who.” He levels his gaze on Law. “You are not a demon created by Lucifer, but you’re nothing created by God.”
“Then who did this?”
“That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it?” He sheathes his wings, and once again I’m left to wonder how and where they retreat into his body. “Why are you in New Orleans?”