A Touch Menacing (27 page)

“You a Sider?” He said it without thinking.

“You need Touch?” she asked. Gabe hesitated only a second before nodding.

Her braids bounced with each stair as she came down to meet him. “You pay me first, then I lose the protection,” she said, holding out a gloved hand. “Twenty. Unless you want to double up. That’s thirty.”

Gabe reached into his pocket. “What is Touch exactly?” he said, without taking out the money. “How does it work?”

She snapped her gum. “Magic.”

“No, really,” he pressed.

For the first time, the girl seemed to be sizing him up. She took a step back.

“What’ll forty bucks get me?” he asked quickly, and just like he’d hoped, her eyes met his. The fear dropped away from her. Gabe eased closer. “There we go,” he whispered as the girl’s eyelids drooped, the connection taking. “Whose crew are you with?”

“Madeline’s,” she slurred. A frown dug deep. “Madeline would want me to pass to you because you seem so sad.”

Gabe flinched, almost broke eye contact, but stopped himself. “Were you on Touch before you became a Sider?” She didn’t answer. He gave the girl’s shoulder a gentle squeeze, and forced himself to use the information she’d given him. “Did the Touch make you sad like me, and then you became a Sider?”

“I was alive once,” she said. “I had so many things I wanted to do. . . . So many things and then it all kind of just . . .” She wiggled her gloved fingers in front of her and then splayed them. “Poof. And now there’s nothing. I have to get rid of Touch.” The vacant misery in her invaded him, gripped his bones like a parasite and dug in. He slammed his eyes shut, so unnerved he almost missed her whisper. “It has nowhere to go because I can’t use it.”

Gabe snapped alert. “You can’t use it yourself,” he said. “All those things you were
supposed to do
. . .”

On the stair, the girl seemed to be coming out from under the influence of his sway. “It’s twenty bucks for a dose,” she said, an edge to her voice that hadn’t been there seconds before.

“Forget it,” Gabe said distractedly, tossing the cash he had in his pocket to her anyway. “Take this and get out of here. Don’t come back, understand?”

“Hey!” she called after him, but he didn’t turn back.

Mortals’ paths led them from one event to the next, their whole lives planned out in branches of choices. And without paths, the Siders seemed paused. “And all that potential has to go somewhere,” Gabe said to himself. “That’s what Touch is.”

A thought sparked in his mind. The Siders Eden had sent Upstairs had gone on passing Touch, passing potential to souls that shouldn’t have had any. The souls Upstairs then disappeared.
They’re not
disappearing,
though,
he realized.
They’re reincarnating.

“Holy shit,” he blurted.

A disgusted sound just behind him broke through his stupor. “Such unbecoming language,” Raphael admonished.

Gabriel stared at him, face blank.
He saw me let the girl go,
Gabe thought.
I’m screwed.
“Please, let me explain,” he said. “It’s not what you think.”

“And what do I think?” Raphael asked. “What
should
I think? That you’re not acting like one of us? That you’re releasing Siders instead of ending them? An offense punishable, Gabriel.”

Fear lanced through Gabe. He was so close to figuring it all out. Could feel it. “No. Don’t turn me in. Please,” he said, grabbing for Raphael.

“There are others who have given up on you, Gabriel, but I refuse. Perhaps to a fault.” Gabe shook his head as if to reassure him, but Raphael went on. “You must end the death breather, Gabriel. The time has come.”

I can’t.

“You can,” Raphael said. “She’ll be weak when you get to her.”

Gabe froze. “What did you do?”

“Her injuries will be enough that she won’t escape you again.”

“No, you don’t understand.” Panic sped through him. They were hurting Eden, knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist his promise with her weakened. But from what he’d seen at her apartment, even bruises had the potential to kill her. “Tell me where she is,” he demanded. When Raphael didn’t answer, Gabe took him by the shoulders. “I’ll be Damned if I don’t get to her in time.”

Raphael nodded sadly. “Indeed you will. And that choice is yours, Gabriel. Choose wisely.”

“I will! I
will
! Tell me where she is,” he begged. When Raphael rattled off the location, Gabriel’s heart sank. He’d never been to the alley Raphael named, so he couldn’t travel there instantly. Gabe drew up a mental map of lower Manhattan, searching for the closest place.

The abandoned building. Eden was only a few blocks from where the Bound gathered.
What the hell is she doing there?
he thought, but it didn’t matter. From the building to that alley would be a two-minute run.
I can save her.

If I make it in time.

CHAPTER 16

A
z didn’t look up when someone knocked on the door of his cell. Instead, his hand went under his thigh. Tucked there were the crumbled pieces of three keys. Though each was stronger than the last, the metal had still broken apart when he’d tried them in the lock. “You come to gloat? To tell me she’s dead?” he asked. “Or did Gabriel Fall?”

“I’ve come to talk,” Michael said through the small barred window. “I’ve been made aware of certain
theories
you harbor.”

The comments were vague. If any of the Bound were seriously debating Gabriel’s intentions, they weren’t speaking it aloud any more than necessary. Az didn’t look up. Though the connection couldn’t take unless he wanted it to, he wouldn’t be trapped by Michael a second time.

“He has the strength to end her,” Michael said.

“He’ll never forgive himself if he does.”

“A fact that unfortunately bears more credence,” he said finally. “I do not wish Gabriel lost to me again. Not when I can save him pain. If he’s prevented from killing her until she dies on her own . . .”

Careful to keep his expression empty, Az lifted his head. Michael gripped the bars of the window. Blood coated his fingers, ran in smears up his wrists. “What have you done?” Az whispered.

“The Siders are being exterminated. Your death breather can’t go on without them,” Michael said.
She’s still alive,
Az thought. The blood on Michael’s hands proved others hadn’t been so lucky. “Death comes no matter what foolish sacrifices are made in her name. You would truly relinquish glory for the temporary pleasure of her, Azazel?”

“She’s smart. She’ll escape. Survive.” Az didn’t waver. He met Michael’s gaze. “And she’s never been temporary to me.”

Michael rotated his head slowly to the side, studying Az.

“Just like Gabriel’s never been temporary to you,” Az said. The slight flinch from Michael was all he needed. Az stood. “He will never be the same after. You know it as much as I do. Don’t make Gabriel do this.”

Michael’s grip tightened on the bars. “Yesterday, we snared a Sider who knew your precious death breather. Plucked thoughts of her from his head like grapes. We learned much before we gave him his peace.”

“Who was it?” Az asked shakily. Jarrod’s face swam into his thoughts. It could have been anyone.

“He made her beverages and gave her shelter. She and her two Siders hide within his walls. We’ll use her sickness to draw her out. Inexistence creeps nearer to her every moment.”

Zach,
Az realized. His shoulders slumped. The Bound had been at Milton’s.
I’ll destroy them if they lay a finger on her.
“If anyone ends Eden but Gabe—”

“I tell you of what we know,” Michael said, cutting him off. “So that you may take my words to heart. Gabriel stays in the mortal realms for
you
, Azazel. He feels duty bound to keep you from Falling fully.” Michael lowered his voice to a whisper. “Yet your death breather held you balanced while Gabriel was blackmarked, did it not? You don’t need him. I want him returned to glory.” Michael’s eyes danced with his fervor. “What is your love worth?” he said with a sneer. “You seek freedom; you desire your Eden? Then cut loose the ties binding Gabriel to the mortal realms.” He dropped his hands. “If you wish a chance to save her, the price is Gabriel. Is she worth it to you?”

Az ran a hand through his curls. “I . . .”

Rust red swirled in Michael’s irises. He stepped farther back into the hall as if he didn’t want Az to see. “How can you hesitate?” Michael pressed. “Choose to save her, and give me back my Gabriel.”

A tremor passed through Az. It felt like a trick. “What about what Gabe wants?”

Michael went on as if he hadn’t spoken. “She’ll be attacked. Weakened. Once he’s close to her in that state, Gabriel won’t be able to resist the compulsion.”

Az knew his irises must be crimson at the rage inside him.
Let him see,
he thought, but Michael showed no reaction. “Why are you doing this?”

“They’re already luring her, Azazel. Moments until she sheds blood.”

Az’s wings flared. Feathers scraped against the walls as they spread to fill the room. “Open the door, Michael,” he said.

“A promise Upstairs is binding, even if you’re not Bound.”

With a single pump of his wings, Az was across the room. He slammed his fists against the metal. “Open the door!”

“You’re to convince Gabriel to return Home permanently.” Michael went on, urgency in his voice. “Swear it, Azazel, and freedom is yours. Stay silent, and she’ll be ash in moments.”

“Gabriel will leave the mortal realms,” Az said, cautious. Curling his fingers around the bars, Az made his choice. “He’ll come back Upstairs. Permanently. You have my promise or my life.”

Michael dug for a key as he spoke. “The rest of the Bound are slaughtering the Siders at a soiree in the Bronx,” he said. He held up a bloodstained hand. “Gabriel is too late to save them, but you can use the information to send him away. Break his compulsion long enough for you to escape with your death breather.”

“It’s done? They killed the Siders there?” Az asked, his heart in his throat. “Kristen’s dead?”

Michael looked nonplussed as the lock clicked. “Such an effort to tell them apart, and no gain. The genocide is in progress.”

He swung the door open.

“How fast can those wings carry you, Azazel? Faster than fate?” Michael asked.

A thousand curses rushed to his lips, but there wasn’t time. Az rushed past Michael and into the hall.

From just behind him, he heard Michael’s whisper, a single word. “Fly.”

CHAPTER 16

A
z didn’t look up when someone knocked on the door of his cell. Instead, his hand went under his thigh. Tucked there were the crumbled pieces of three keys. Though each was stronger than the last, the metal had still broken apart when he’d tried them in the lock. “You come to gloat? To tell me she’s dead?” he asked. “Or did Gabriel Fall?”

“I’ve come to talk,” Michael said through the small barred window. “I’ve been made aware of certain
theories
you harbor.”

The comments were vague. If any of the Bound were seriously debating Gabriel’s intentions, they weren’t speaking it aloud any more than necessary. Az didn’t look up. Though the connection couldn’t take unless he wanted it to, he wouldn’t be trapped by Michael a second time.

“He has the strength to end her,” Michael said.

“He’ll never forgive himself if he does.”

“A fact that unfortunately bears more credence,” he said finally. “I do not wish Gabriel lost to me again. Not when I can save him pain. If he’s prevented from killing her until she dies on her own . . .”

Careful to keep his expression empty, Az lifted his head. Michael gripped the bars of the window. Blood coated his fingers, ran in smears up his wrists. “What have you done?” Az whispered.

“The Siders are being exterminated. Your death breather can’t go on without them,” Michael said.
She’s still alive,
Az thought. The blood on Michael’s hands proved others hadn’t been so lucky. “Death comes no matter what foolish sacrifices are made in her name. You would truly relinquish glory for the temporary pleasure of her, Azazel?”