Echoes and Embers (Rebel Angels) (7 page)

He released her hands and took her face between his palms, pausing for a long, leisurely kiss before he progressed to the promised intimacy. She hesitated for a moment then her tongue slid against his, curled around his and tasted him.

Her neck
beckoned,
the long, slender column warm and soft. He followed her pounding pulse with the tip of his tongue, dipping into the indentation at the base of her throat before trailing hot kisses into the valley between her breasts.

He cupped both soft mounds at the same time, framing her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Rubbing one with the pad of his thumb while he sucked upon the other, he soon had her nipples tightly puckered and flushed.

“Stop or go?”

“Are you going to join with me?” She sounded anxious and breathless.

“Stop or go?” His tone demanded an answer.

“Go. You know I want you, but why… Oh!”

He parted her folds and pushed two fingers into her wet center. “Stop or go.”

“Go, oh please go.”

He slid in and out, brushing his thumb over her swollen nub as his fingers moved inside her. She tugged his tunic up, bunching it beneath his arms as her hands explored his chest and back. The beast heaved and bucked, demanded more, demanded
her
.

She arched against his fingers and a sharp cry escaped her throat.

He heard a muffled tap and then the groan of hinges. Alyssa grabbed his wrist as Rosalind’s angry voice snapped from the doorway.

“Liar!
You whore! I will not have this in my house. I will not…” A sob shattered the remainder of her tirade. Rosalind whirled and ran down the corridor.

Frantically reaching for her nightgown, Alyssa shoved him aside with surprising strength. “Not now. This cannot happen now.” She snatched her dressing gown from the foot of the bed and ran after her ward.

Heaving an exasperated sigh, Sariel dispersed his corporeal body and returned to his own bedchamber.

* * * * *

Alyssa entered Rosalind’s room through the handmaiden’s door, which the girl had neglected to bar. Curled on her side with her back to Alyssa, Rosalind shook with muffled sobs. What should she say, how could she make Rosalind understand things
she
didn’t fully comprehend.

I can’t lie.

The realization tore through Alyssa, making her tremble. Rosalind had suffered so much. Alyssa wanted to see the girl happy, her future secured. How could she hope to accomplish that goal without uttering a lie? “Rosalind.”

“Leave me! I did not give you permission to enter my chamber.”

She had not given Rosalind permission to enter her chamber either. Knowing the rejoinder would only antagonize her ward, Alyssa chose another tactic. “What brought you to mine?”

Rosalind rolled over and stood in one fluid motion. She glared at Alyssa through her tears, an occasional sob still disrupting her breathing. “I wanted to apologize.” She laughed. The harsh, mocking sound filled Alyssa with regret. “I thought about what you said and felt guilty that I hadn’t done more to defend you. I can’t believe what a fool I’ve been.”

“My relationship with Sariel is complicated. I did not lie to you before. He is not my lover.”

“Only because I interrupted your tryst.”

Alyssa crossed her arms over her chest, determined to retain control of her temper. “My relationship with Sariel concerns no one but—”

“You live here by my leave. I am Lady Monthamn! Your actions reflect on me.”

Amused by their role reversal, Alyssa fought back a smile. The concept was sound, the argument valid, except Rosalind was not yet of age. “You are my ward until your twenty-first year. I agree that my actions reflect on
Monthamn
Castle
, but I am responsible for you until you reach that age or wed.”

“You are certainly setting a sterling example for me. Either you are lying about having known him before or you were…trysting with a man you hardly know.”

Heat infused Alyssa’s face and she glanced away from Rosalind’s hostile gaze. “I have strong feelings for Sariel. What happened tonight was not planned. That is all I will say on the matter.”

“Is he in your bed even now, awaiting your return?”

“That’s enough.”

“The standards and expectations you set for me do not apply to you? I must take an escort to the privy while you are free to—”

“I am not Lady Monthamn, as you were quick to point out. My relationship with Sariel has no bearing on what is expected of you.”

“Do as I say and not as I do? There is a word for that, Alyssa.
Hypocrisy.”

“I have found a man who attracts me mightily. Why does that make you angry? Am I not allowed any measure of happiness?”

Rosalind had no answer for that. She crossed her arms over her breasts and turned her face away.

Wishing she had the words to span the ever-increasing gap between them, Alyssa sighed. “I will see you in the morning.” Rosalind said nothing so Alyssa left the way she’d come.

* * * * *

Alyssa spent the remainder of the night in restless frustration. Sariel had departed by the time she returned to her bedchamber. She knew it was for the best, but her heart ached and her body burned to continue what they had begun.

She tossed in her lonely bed, intentionally reliving the hillside scene, attempting to imprint it on her faulty memory. Sariel had seemed convinced the image was not in jeopardy unless she told a lie, but Alyssa was not so sure.

How long had she been trapped in the human realm, banished to this pointless existence? Gideon and Naomi had lived hundreds of years before, but Alyssa’s fragmented memories went much further back. Mist twirled and spun, revealed images only to conceal them again.

Could Sariel banish the mist permanently? Could he guide her through her past?

It didn’t matter if he could. He was not here to guide her, he meant to
judge
Rosalind.

Alyssa had nearly forgotten the purpose of his mission. The rapid turn of events had distracted her from the danger he posed to her ward. Shame fueled her determination. She would not be distracted again.

She dressed quickly and descended to the great hall. He sat before the fire, breaking his fast, his expression carefully guarded. Slipping onto the bench across the table from him, Alyssa didn’t bother to smile. Despite her attraction to him, Sariel was more adversary than ally.

“How is Rosalind to be judged? Do you have specific criteria you’re required to follow or
is
the decision entirely up to you? Would we have been better off with your subordinate?”

Setting aside his tankard, he folded his arms across his chest and gazed at her intently, his expression inscrutable. “My subordinate could have introduced himself by any number of names. Has there been a tall male who expressed an interest in Rosalind in the past year?”

“We spent much of the past year at court. There were many tall males who expressed an interest in Rosalind. Are you evading the issue?”

He just smiled.

“How will you judge Rosalind?” she asked again.

“I must first decide whether or not she is a
Nephilim
.”

“And how is that determination made?” She rested her forearms on the table, trying not to reveal her anxiety.

“As you know, I have the ability to discern a person’s thoughts, emotions and memories. I’m often able to retrieve images the person is not aware they possess.”

How could she doubt his abilities when she’d experienced their effect? He would search Rosalind’s mind, explore her childhood memories and uncover the truth of her origins. Then what?

“If her grandmother was an angel, does that put Rosalind at risk?”

“
Nephilim
are seldom able to reproduce. They are the product of an unnatural union, so it is very rare that they can produce offspring.”

His voice was gruff, restrained. He had fathered three such beings. Was he remembering those long-ago events? Had one woman borne all his children or had he—

“My past is not in question. Focus on your ward.”

Tension crackled between them. Alyssa gave a stiff nod. Suppressing the urge to reach across the table and touch him, she moved her hands to her lap. Her desire for Sariel made her feel disloyal to Rosalind. Why couldn’t he have come in response to Lailah’s invitation? He was Alyssa’s best hope of combating the mist, yet he threatened the mortal she’d sworn to protect. There could be no compromise. Alyssa had to choose.

“For the sake of argument let’s say Rosalind is a
Nephilim
. What must be determined next?”

“I must ascertain if she is mortal or immortal. If her parents died as you’ve been led to believe, she is likely mortal.”

“Not all
Nephilim
are immortal?”

“Nay.
As with any child, a
Nephilim
inherits characteristics from each of their parents. Therein
lies
the challenge of my missions. I must decide how much of each
Nephilim
is human and how much is Grigori. The ones more Grigori than human tend to be corrupt. All the angelic power of the Grigori with the freewill of man—it is more than most beings can withstand.”

He recited the information in an expressionless monotone. How long had he been hunting the offspring of his order? How many
Nephilim
had he killed? “You already told me you’re prepared to destroy Rosalind if she’s corrupt. What are the alternatives? If her nature is pure, what becomes of her?”

“There is a section of Heaven reserved for my kind. She will accompany me there. If she—”

“Lady Alyssa!” A middle-aged servant called from across the hall. She stood in the archway leading to the domestic wing, her features tense with worry.

“What’s amiss, Imogene?” Pushing back her bench, Alyssa went to join the servant.

“I can’t find Lady Rosalind. I’ve looked everywhere.”

Sariel loomed behind her. She didn’t need Imogene’s frequent glances to tell her he stood there. “Where have you looked? How long have you been searching?”

“She hardly touched the tray I took her last eventide. I was worried, you understand. But her bed was empty, so I set about finding her.”

“Where did your search take you?” Imogene’s tendency to ramble had never been more frustrating.

The older woman’s dark eyes shone with unshed tears. “I’ve looked everywhere! She’s not within the castle walls. I just came from her chamber, milady. Her mantle, some of her gowns and her polished silver comb are missing. Lady Catherine gave her that comb, milady. Lady Rosalind would not be parted from it. I believe she’s run away.”

“Did you check the stables?”

“No, milady.
I thought it best I inform you first.”

“You’ve done well.”

She gave the old woman’s narrow shoulder a gentle squeeze before heading across the hall. If Rosalind’s mare was gone, Imogene was likely correct.

“Why didn’t I see this coming? She couldn’t force me to leave, so she chose to depart.” Alyssa’s stomach knotted as she recalled the emotion-ravaged gaze of her ward. She’d never seen Rosalind so angry or so hurt.

“Where would she have gone?” Sariel fell into step beside her, his hand brushing the small of her back.