Echoes and Embers (Rebel Angels)

ECHOES AND

EMBERS

CYNDI FRIBERG

Echoes and Embers

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Copyright © 2012 Cyndi Friberg.

Cover art by Dar Albert

Electronic book Publication, November 2012

Trade Paperback Publication, November 2012 

With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the author, Cyndi Friberg.

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

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Titles by

Cyndi Friberg

Beyond Ontariese
:

Taken by Storm

Operation Hydra

City of Tears

Crossfire

Consort

Rebel Angels
:

Rage and Redemption

Echoes and Embers

Splendor and Darkness

Therian Heat:

Therian Priestess

Therian Prey

Therian Promise

Therian prisoner

Non-series
:

Tainted Hearts

Tears of the Dragon

Monthamn
Major
,
England

1378

A beam of sunlight fell across Sariel’s boots as his quarry entered the church. Though a calculative smile bowed his lips, he didn’t turn around. Listening to the muted echo of her footfalls against the stone floor, he waited until she was nearly upon him. Her fresh, feminine scent teased his nose. Did he detect a hint of cinnamon? Where had she come by such a rare treat in this secluded hamlet?

Focus, he must focus. He couldn’t allow her youth or apparent innocence to distract from his purpose. It was imperative he
sense
her before he saw her.

Appearances could deceive.

Closing his eyes, he searched her essence and scanned her being. His objective was specific, but far from simple. The outcome of his decision would determine her fate. He must be certain before he passed judgment.

“Do you often pray to angels?” He heard her voice from beside him, gentle yet mocking.

“Do you often disturb men while they pray?” he countered without opening his eyes.

Complex and convoluted, the specifics of her nature eluded him. Most humans were simple to interpret, transparent despite their hypocrisy. He sensed something
more
within this girl. But what accounted for the complexity? Was she aware of the duality within her being? Could she control the opposing forces or were they controlling her?

Testing the accuracy of his instincts, he tried to picture her. Her head would come no higher than his chin, but he was uncommonly tall. Dark hair, sable brown—not black—with no curl or wave to distract from its gleam.

He heard her take a step away and opened his eyes. This opportunity must not slip away. “I was not praying.” He halted her retreat with a smile. “I was committing the murals to memory. They’re extraordinary.”

She was just as he had pictured, petite, dark-haired, pretty. Sky blue eyes dominated her delicate features. She glanced at the massive painting he’d mentioned and then returned her gaze to his face. “Where is Father Myron?”

Taking a step back, Sariel hoped to ease the sudden tension in her tone. “The priest went to arrange lodgings for me. I didn’t want to presume I’d be welcomed at the castle. The person I’m here to visit is a guest herself.”

“Who would that be?”

“Lady Lailah. She and I are old friends, but she is unaware of my arrival.”

The girl smiled, a deep blush coloring the crest of her cheeks. “I am Lady Rosalind Monthamn. Any friend of Lailah’s is welcome at my castle.”

He made a gallant bow and broadened his smile.
“How fortuitous that our paths should cross.
I’m honored to make your acquaintance.”

“I should go find Father Myron,” she said with obvious reluctance.

“This is a church, my lady. Be at ease. Tell me about the paintings. I’m enthralled.”

Despite her hesitation, she assessed him far too boldly. A less honorable man might indulge her curiosity, but his interest in Rosalind Monthamn had nothing to do with pleasures of the flesh.

“The original designs were painted by Naomi of Monthamn around 1150.” Her sweet musical voice provided the information he’d requested. “A restoration took place about a hundred years later, and the murals, which preserved the original scenes, were done by my grandmother just before…before the Black Death swept across
England
.”

Sariel studied her expression. She spoke in a calm, clear tone, but he hadn’t missed the emotional catch when she mentioned her grandmother. “Please, accept my apology. I didn’t realize the subject would
cause
you pain.”

“The subject would only cause me pain if people didn’t appreciate the brilliance of my grandmother’s work.” Again her voice belied the pain visible in her gaze. “I’m pleased you enjoy them.”

He nodded, turning to the largest of the six scenes. Three angels fought back to back, their flaming swords poised to strike the attacking demons. “These angels seem rather fierce, far more warriors than messengers of God.”

She swept her hand toward the far end of the wall. “That one is my favorite. It’s the last Lady Naomi painted in the church. She continued to paint, but no one managed to convince her to undertake the ceiling.”

Sariel smiled as his attention focused on the final scene. A lovely woman stood surrounded by five children, three male, two female.
Behind her stood a dark-haired angel with piercing golden eyes.
His hands rested on the shoulders of the woman and his wings spread wide, sheltering the entire brood.

“She looks rather like you.”

Rosalind tilted her head as she considered the painting.
“Aye.
I suppose she does.”

A door banged open, causing Rosalind to start. Cursing the interruption, Sariel turned as a furious young woman advanced across the church. A cloud of bright red curls bounced and bobbed with her purposeful stride. Her hands clenched and bright flags of color stained her high cheekbones.

Deep in Sariel’s being carnal hunger stirred. He ignored the urge to clutch his chest and abdomen. What was wrong with him? He had battled long and hard to banish these yearnings. Why would they reawaken now?

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Fear battled anger within the woman’s expressive eyes.

“You could not have looked
everywhere
or you would have found me.” Rosalind raised her chin.

“I’ve been frantic, young lady.” Her tone was tight, but her lips trembled. Clearly, Rosalind had given this woman quite a scare. “Not even Lailah knew where you’d gone.”

Rosalind angled her hands, gesturing toward herself. “It would appear I’m more capable of caring for myself than you believe.”

The redhead stood her ground. “You will address me with respect or this will end our conversation.”

“I didn’t invite this
conver
—”

“But
if
this ends our conversation, you will be taken back to the castle under guard. Then you will find a guard stationed outside your bedchamber door, ensuring that you remain within the curtain wall for the next
sennight
.”

Sariel watched the battle of wills, far more intrigued than he cared to admit. What was the relationship between these two females? They couldn’t be mother and daughter; hardly a decade separated the two. The red-haired beauty handled Rosalind’s belligerence with remarkable aplomb. Violence was the response of many to such rebellion.

As Rosalind considered her alternatives, the woman’s gaze drifted to him. Silver, gray and blue, her eyes combined the colors into a shade both pale and intense. He’d never seen their like before. The beast within him yawned and stretched.
Restless.
How long had it been since he’d held a woman, felt her softness and caressed her smooth skin? Picturing himself with his face buried in her soft, fragrant curls, he swallowed awkwardly.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been tempted. Why now? Why this woman?

Turning back to Rosalind, she asked, “What is expected of you when you leave the castle compound?”

“They are
your
expectations,
Alyssa
. I was never in any danger.”

The girl’s gaze darted toward Sariel and he fought back a smile. Rosalind was performing for him. He recognized the cunning gleam in her eyes. This was not good.

“Go back to the castle.” Apparently Alyssa reached the same conclusion. “I’ll be with you momentarily.”

“I’m going to take my guest—”

“I will see to the needs of your guest.” Alyssa pointed toward the doorway. “Go.”

Images of all the ways he would like Alyssa to “see to his needs” bombarded Sariel. His shaft hardened and lengthened. He barely suppressed a moan. Impossible! He had conquered his carnal nature, transcended the need for physical release. This couldn’t be happening to him, not after all these years.

Rosalind’s nostrils flared, her lips compressed and her chin quivered.

“
Now
.”

The girl spun on the ball of her foot and stormed from the church.

Perhaps he should insist they accompany her. He didn’t trust himself alone with Alyssa.

How ridiculous. He wouldn’t hide behind a child.

Gathering the full strength of his angelic intuition, Sariel scanned the lovely creature at his side. She was an angel and yet she was not. Stunned, he delved deeper. Conflict and confusion battered his senses like a tempest. He’d never encountered anyone with a nature quite like hers. He didn’t think she was
Fallen
, yet undeniable passion surged through every fiber of her being. What was she?

Alyssa sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose before she returned her gaze to Sariel. “I apologize for Lady Rosalind’s rude behavior.” Her features relaxed, her full lips softened, increasing their sensual appeal. “Hers has not been an easy life.”

“How
came
you to be her guardian?” Sariel focused on the issue at hand. His mission must take priority over the mystery that was Alyssa.

She narrowed her eyes, her brow furrowed in speculation. “Who are you? Why were you with my ward?”

“Sariel!”

He turned at the sound of his name. Lailah rushed across the room, her long skirts billowing out behind her. All her glorious silver hair had been confined into thick plaits and coiled to each side of her face, framing her delicate features.

Her smile was just as bright as he remembered.
Her eyes fathomless and dark.
In an uncharacteristic show of emotion, Sariel swept her into his arms and hugged her.

Bittersweet longing rolled through Sariel as he eased Lailah away. His gaze moved immediately toward the stunning redhead. His senses had intensified when Alyssa entered the church. She studied him, her suspicion obvious. A smile tugged at one corner of his mouth. She was right to be wary, but not for the reasons she supposed.

Not a carnal thought or impulse had flickered though his mind until he saw
her
.

“You know this man?” Alyssa’s voice reflected her mistrust.

“Aye.”
Lailah smiled, her eyes shining. “I invited him here. But after so long, I feared he wouldn’t come.”

“I’m Lady Alyssa. Is Sariel your only name?”

“Sariel Grigori.” He flashed a conspirator’s smile at Lailah. “Grigori is a principality, but Prince Sariel sounds rather pretentious, so I generally use sir, or just Sariel.”

“I see.” Alyssa tucked a crimson curl behind her ear. “I must attend to Lady Rosalind.”

Lailah sighed audibly as the other woman left the church. She stepped up beside him, her voice hushed and urgent. “I’m so glad you’ve finally come. It’s difficult to keep the entire castle from thinking—”

“Lailah.”
He waited for her to meet his gaze before he continued. “You and I have known each other since time began. Maintaining discipline within my own order is challenging enough. I dare not involve myself in conflicts that do not directly concern the Grigori.”

“But Sariel.”
Her dark gaze searched his, looking for answers he was unable to give. “Your unique abilities might be her only chance.”

“I’m not here about Alyssa.” He glanced away and strengthened his resolve. “I’ve come to
judge
Rosalind.”