bedeviled & beyond 02 - bedeviled & bedazzled (30 page)

When he spoke his voice had that booming quality that told me he’d drenched himself in power. “She’d better be all right, false Prince or I’ll rip your intestines out through your arrogant nose...” He stopped when he saw me standing there, eyes agog and mouth, as usual, hanging open.

“You okay, Astra?” Somehow the question didn’t sound as endearing when it was all boomy.

I tried to speak but my throat seemed to have closed. Finally I just nodded.

Dialle was suddenly standing in front of Emo, his hand wrapped around my partner’s throat. The temperature in the room rose to boiling point in the blink of an eye.

I screamed Dialle’s name as Emo’s face turned purple and his beautiful eyes started to bug out. Though I sprinted toward them to intervene, Dialle flung a hand in my direction and I was suddenly encased in hard, uncompromising air. Unable to move in any direction.

Emo placed a hand on Dialle’s chest, fingers bent, and dug in. Blood spurted from beneath his energy-drenched fingers. The maneuver apparently bought my partner some air and Emo suddenly looked like he could breathe again. He coughed and gagged but kept a deadly grip on Dialle’s chest. Terror gripped me as Emo’s fingers ripped through muscle and bone.

Dialle fought to stay upright against the pain. Suddenly my daemon hickey sparked and I could feel his energies rebuilding. Horrified, I realized he’d tapped into my power.

Emo’s hand flew away from Dialle’s chest and his face turned purple as he choked under the pressure.

“You’re dead,” Dialle told my best friend.

“No!” I did the only thing I could think to do. I called in backup. Quick as a thought my angel blinked into the room, bringing an added surprise along with her.

“You will stop!” My father’s power circled the two devils and yanked them apart, sizzling against their skin where it touched.

Fueled by rage and a rabid sense of survival, both devils turned on my father and, for a brief, horrifying moment it looked as if they’d attack. Then Myra’s power joined my father’s, creating a shimmering wall of energy between the two angry devils and us.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I felt my air prison dissolving. “Thanks, Pop.”

My father smiled at me and then returned his attention to my devils. “Now, you will both take a deep breath and we will all sit down and discuss this like rational creatures.”

I held my breath, not certain how much power my father and Myra would have in the heart of the dark world.

Apparently they had enough. Dialle and Emo both made visible attempts to draw back their anger and stand down. Once they looked as if they’d regained their senses, the two angels dropped their power shields.

Dialle looked at my father and gave a slight bow. “Welcome to the Royal Court of Dialle the First, Seraphim James.”

I did a double take. My eyes flew toward my father and I gave a yelp of surprise. He saw me looking and lifted the gorgeous, silver wings away from his body to give them one, gentle flap.

“You went back.” My voice came out in a hoarse, shocked whisper.

He smiled. “I never really left, Astra.” He had the good grace to look a bit sheepish, “In my heart anyway. I decided it was time to make it official. It appears you need my help.”

“So that’s what he meant.” I murmured to myself. The Big Guy hadn’t actually expected me to do anything to bring my father back. He knew that the current kerfuffle would be enough to draw him in.

Myra said, “Stop mumbling, Astra. It makes you look demented.”

I grinned, so relieved to see my father happy again that even her crankiness was a welcome thing. “I love you too, angel.”

Myra rolled her eyes and shook her head. But I thought I saw a sparkle in her eye that hadn’t been there for a while.

“Will somebody please tell me what the hell’s going on?” Emo looked from one to the other of us with a perplexed expression on his beautiful face.

“I’ll fill you in later, partner.” I looked at Dialle. “For now, I think Seraphim James might have some ’splainin’ to do.”

My father wrapped an arm around my shoulders. The arm was draped in shimmering silver with sparks of gold that whispered against my skin like a distant memory. I realized with a start that my father had often donned his angelic robes when I was a child. A sign that, had I been older, I would have seen for what it was. A longing to return.

Dialle motioned toward the long divan where he and I had spent some truly delicious moments exploring our options, in a manner of speaking. Crushing that totally inappropriate thought ruthlessly from my mind, I dropped my butt onto a nearby chair.

My father sat on the end of the divan closest to me and Myra hovered protectively in the background.

Dialle sat on the opposite end of the divan and Emo sat in the chair across from me. When we were all settled my father turned to Dialle and said, “I helped Danika take your father from his rooms.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Alarming News Abounds

The Angel looked him in the eye and told him of his part,

But will the devil prince be led, by his anger or his heart?

The only sign that my father’s statement disturbed Dialle was a slight rise in the temperature of the room. He focused midnight black eyes at my father and said, “Go on.”

My father didn’t look at me and I felt he was deliberately avoiding my stunned gaze. I could only assume he was trying to distance me from his actions and, since I’d had no part in what he and my mother had done, I forced my mouth shut and sat quietly, albeit with a pounding heart.

“First let me say, I did it to protect your father.”

Dialle’s response was a derisive snort. “I find that hard to believe, but do continue.”

My father started twisting his hands, a sure sign that he was feeling torn about something. “I understand how it looks to you and I don’t blame you for being angry. But I can assure you that, although your father may suffer some...uncomfortable...moments, he will not be truly harmed.”

“Bring him back immediately.”

Seraphim James shook his red-gold head. “I’m sorry, I cannot.”

Dialle surged to his feet, his golden face mottled with angry red splotches. I wiped a sheen of sweat from my face with my sleeve and looked around, expecting at any moment to see a chair or divan burst into flames.

Myra was standing between my father and Dialle. I hadn’t even seen her move. She stood taller than normal, with legs spread wide and hands on hips, her lovely face hardened into a cold, supernaturally beautiful shell. She pulsed with power and purpose. “Stand down, Dialle, Prince of the Royal Devil Court of Dialle the First. Or meet thy maker and be judged.”

Dialle glared at my warrior angel, narrowing his gaze. I figured, knowing him, that he was trying to decide if he could best her. But since he suddenly relaxed his shoulders and stepped away to pace back and forth behind the long divan, I figured he’d decided on utilizing the better part of valor.

Myra relaxed down to normal size but otherwise remained where she was, only stepping to the side a bit so that my father could retain eye contact with Dialle.

“Prince Dialle, believe me, I understand your concern and I’m doing everything in my power to protect your father. His...abduction was necessary for his protection or I would never have allowed Danika’s plan to move forward.”

Dialle stopped pacing and turned to glare at my father. “And what exactly is Mx. Phelps’ plan?”

The use of her married name was a deliberate jibe at my father and he stiffened in response. “I think you know the answer to that question, Your Highness. I have managed to convince her that I’ve turned against the divine goal and become a dark angel. As long as I can keep her convinced of this Dialle the First will be safe.”

“If she is up to no good why don’t you just take your wife down? Have you no spine for justice when it involves your own family, Seraphim?”

Oh, oh
, I thought.
Them’s fightin’ words!

Myra took a threatening step toward Dialle and he went very still, ready to do battle if necessary. My father placed a restraining hand on his sister’s arm and she relaxed fractionally. However, she didn’t bother to soften the look in her icy blue gaze, which promised trouble for a certain devil prince if he didn’t mind his Ps and Qs.

My father gave Dialle a sad smile. “Unfortunately I resigned myself to the need to manage Danika years ago, Your Highness. But in this she will help me meet a greater purpose, though she does so unwittingly.”

I felt like a spectator at a fast paced game of whippit. My head was swiveling so fast between the combatants I was starting to get tendonitis in my neck. But the worst part was that I could only understand about half of what they were saying.

I threw a look at Myra but she was too focused on Dialle to notice.

Both angels suddenly tensed and their gazes drifted upward, their thoughts obviously turning inward.

My father stood. “We must go.”

Dialle took a step forward but Myra’s cold blue gaze stopped him. “Know this dark royal,” she pointed a long, elegant finger in my direction, “if this child be harmed in any way you will know such devastation in your ranks that it will take you centuries to recover. She is not an actor in this play.”

A blink later, she and my father were gone.

Dialle cursed and turned a rage-filled gaze to me. Emo, who’d remained silent throughout the discourse between the angels and Dialle, stood up and got between us.

Feeling suddenly frustrated by everybody’s assumption that I was some delicate flower which needed to be protected, I stood and gently shoved Emo to the side. “He isn’t going to hurt me, Emo.” The irony of my statement didn’t escape me. A mere forty hours earlier I was running from him in fear of my life.

The halfling psyche was a strange and fickle thing.

Dialle favored me with a long, slow perusal that heated my blood. “My argument is not with Astra, halfling.

Reminding Emo that he was not full royal was perhaps not the smartest thing Dialle could have done at that moment. Emo pulled himself up to his full six-foot-three-inch height, vibrating with power and anger. A truly frightening mix.

“You have a strange way of showing that you mean her no harm, royal.”

“On the contrary, halfling, it is you who threatens her in the name of friendship. Which is why I was forced to save her from you a mere hour ago in that clearing.”

Emo had the good grace to look embarrassed. “I was not in control of my actions.”

“Exactly.” Dialle’s indictment was clear.

Emo shrugged and said something that surprised us all. “You’re right, Dialle. I endangered Astra by allowing the witches to bespell me. It will not happen again.” His handsome countenance was dark with anger, but it was turned inward.

Dialle stared hard at him for a long moment, apparently searching for signs of insincerity. Apparently finding none, he gave a small nod. “At last we find common ground, halfling.”

Emo’s lips tightened but he said nothing.

“Okay, now that we know who pisses the farthest, can we get on with finding out what the Hades is going on?”

Dialle gave me a long, slow, mischievous grin. “I have not heard an acknowledgement that I won that particular contest, lovely Astra.”

I held his gaze for a few beats. “Shall I tell Emo your greatest fear, Dialle?” I shuffled his mental drawers and added,
Redeep
in my best frog imitation.

He paled noticeably but, to his credit, the grin widened. “You win, Astra. I’ll be a good devil.”

Emo looked from one to the other of us, a spark in his eye that told me he’d be relentless in trying to find out what I’d threatened Dialle with.

“I’m glad that’s settled. Now, Dialle, fill me in on the half of that conversation that I didn’t understand.”

Dialle shrugged and lowered himself to the divan, crossing one leg over the other, ankle to knee, man style, and throwing an arm over the back of the divan in casual indifference. “I cannot be entirely sure, Astra. But, as the humans say, reading between the lines, something is apparently going on in the Big House that He can’t fix himself. He’s sent your father and aunt out to handle it. Somehow your father is using your mother’s antics to his advantage.”

I looked to Emo and he shrugged. “That was my take too, Astra.”

I dropped my butt back into the chair. “So my mother kidnapped your father, no doubt planning to use him for a power grab. That fits with what we already know.” They both looked confused and I realized I’d forgotten to mention Raoul’s revelation to them both. “But now we know that my father is going along with that plan and managing it in an effort to solve some internal problem.”

I considered the facts as I knew them for a moment, coming to the obvious conclusion. “It can only mean one thing. Someone on the inside, an angel most likely, is working with my mother on the power grab. And my father is trying to find out who it is.”

Dialle nodded, “As well as determining what they have to gain by it.”

Emo said, “That’s easy. Power. If they simply take out King Dialle you will take his place. That gains them nothing unless they take you out too and then there will be another behind you.”

“My brother.”

Emo nodded, “Exactly. But if they time it right, once King Dialle is out of the picture and the royals are leaderless, in turmoil, who would be a natural to step in and take over? Who could make an argument that he or she is better suited for the role than a royal devil prince?” he stared meaningfully at Dialle.

Dialle held my partner’s gaze and I saw the moment Emo’s meaning came clear. “A fallen angel.” His voice was soft with horror at the thought.

Emo glanced at me. I nodded. “It makes perfect sense.”

Emo frowned. “Unfortunately it does yes. And unless I misunderstood my celestial court education, whoever it is that your father is looking for, Astra, will be working to discredit him from within. Making his job even more difficult.”

I thought of Enoch and my heart rebelled. “No.” I whispered. My face must have reflected my horrified realization because Emo and Dialle were watching me carefully.