Ruffle My Feathers (The Seven - Book 2) (8 page)

"Because their intent is not to integrate with humanity but to conquer it. You were young when you made the crossing and became enchanted by this world. You did not return as many of us did, to see the changes that occurred, the wars that ravaged our races and our world.

"When guardianship of the door was granted to the Whitehorse clan, many of us chose never to return. Strive ruled on our home world. It was better to live in the shadows on this world that see countless thousands die on our own.

"Now that door has opened and those aligned with the Dark Fae who thirst for blood and enslavement of humanity will not rest until it is reopened and their armies can descend upon this world."

Gabriel shook his head. He'd turned a deaf ear to such talk for centuries, not wanting to see the ugliness. Now, he realized he should have paid more attention. "And Nevaeh comes into play because…?"

"Because if the door opens, she can not only halt time, but do so selectively in order to give our army time to neutralize the threat."

"You're talking about war."

"Yes."

Gabriel put his hands to his face and then ran them back through his hair. "War is an ugly business."

"Sometimes to save a hand it is necessary to sacrifice a finger. What would you see Gabriel? Millions of innocents die for the ambition of a few who mean only ill, or the imprisonment of those war mongers so that bloodshed can be averted?"

"Hold on, imprisonment? Just how do you think you're going to accomplish that?"

"With Nevaeh's help. She can suspend time, Gabriel. For a few or for many."

"Ah, I get it. They could be frozen in time, held suspended."

"Yes. In a secure location, of course."

Gabriel nodded. "Thank you for being honest with me, Severin."

"Why would I be anything but, Gabriel?"

Gabriel smiled. "You know, it still bugs me that your kind is labeled as Daemon."

"It is only a word, Gabriel, not a definition. There are among my kind who lust for a dark path, just as there are among the other tribes. Good and evil, light and dark, neither can exist without the other. It is what balances the Universe."

"You're a wise man, Severin. I'm sorry I haven't gotten to know you better but I do consider you a friend."

"There is still time, Gabriel and I am honored to call you friend."

"And I, you."Gabriel offered his hand.

Severin clasped it. "Thank you. And as a friend, I now beg your help. We must locate Nevaeh before the Dark Fae warp her mind and turn her to their path."

"I've tried. So has Augustus. We can't find her."

"Then you look in the wrong place."

"Oh, well what's the right place?"

"She will go where her heart leads."

Gabriel's eyes widened. "Of course. Her father. I have to see Augustus. Do you – is it okay if I tell him what you told me."

"Of course, in fact, I will accompany you. There must be full disclosure between us if there is to be trust."

"Lucien's going to be fit to be tied, you know."

"Lucien believes he is the only among us with moral fiber strong enough to deal with such situations."

"He does have a high opinion of himself."

"Warranted, but at times an encumbrance."

Gabriel laughed. "Well said. So, you want a lift to the estate?"

Severin smiled. "I have my own means. See you there."

When he vanished, Gabriel chuckled. He'd just learned that an old earth saying was true. Never judge a book by its cover. He'd known Severin for nine centuries and not until today had he gotten a glimpse of who the man behind the stoic façade really was.

Chapter Eight

War. That's about the ugliest word ever invented. I don't hate much and certainly not easily but that is something I hate with great passion. I've seen my share of war and I don't want to see more.

Is there a chance we can avoid or avert war? The optimist inside says yes. If only that optimistic side could come up with a way of doing that. But strategy is not my strong suit. That's better left to people like Augustus.

Nevaeh was in knots by the time they reached the care facility where her father was staying. Despite her resolve, the things Elysia told her had doubt creeping into her mind. There was no reason for Gabriel to have been attracted to her. She was just a human and he was an Angel. Not to mention so gorgeous he could have any woman he wanted.

Nor did it make sense that Layla would offer to pay her father's medical expenses. Who did that after knowing a person for a day? And Augustus did insist on them sharing blood.

She didn't want to believe that they'd set out to deceive her but what did she really know about them? And Elysia really seemed forthright.

Still, she was going to reserve final judgment until she saw if Elysia could prove what she claimed. The idea that her dad could be cured was her biggest dream. Could it really be possible?

They were about to find out.

Nevaeh checked in at the front desk. "Hey Darla. How're you doing?"

"Nev! Hey, honey. How was your trip?"

"Interesting. How's Dad?"

"No change but he's been in good humor. I think he's awake, so go on it."

"Okay, thanks."

Nevaeh led the way to her father's room. He was sitting in a chair in front of the window, staring through the glass.

"Hey there, Nate. How're you doing today?" Nevaeh had learned not to address him as Dad. Every time she did, he got agitated.

"Oh, hey … uh, sorry, do I know you?"

"It's me, Nate. Nev. You remember? I was here a few days ago and we had ice-cream outside and played checkers?"

"Pistachio. I like pistachio ice cream."

"Yes. And maybe we can get some later. I want to introduce you to my friend, Elysia. Elysia this is Nate."

Elysia walked around to stand in front of Nate. She leaned down so that her eyes were even with his. "It's such an honor to meet you Nate."

He smiled uncertainly. "It is? Why?"

"Why because you're you."

He smiled again and offered his hand. Elysia took his hand in both of hers. Nate gasped and tried to pull his hand away but she was too strong. She pinned her gaze with his and started chanting words Nevaeh could not understand.

Whatever the words were, they must have frightened her father. He went white as a sheet and started to shake. "Elysia, stop." Nevaeh tried to pry Elysia's hands off her father but her grip held fast.

"Please. Elysia, stop."

Elysia did not pause. She continued her chant. Nevaeh watched her father. His breath was fast. Too fast. And his body was shaking as if he were having a seizure. When his eyes rolled back in his head and he went limp, she threw herself on Elysia, knocking her back against the window.

"What the hell are you doing to him? You're supposed to help him, not kill—"

Her sentence ended abruptly at the sound of her father's voice. "Nevie?"

Nevaeh whirled around. Her father gazed up at her. Her father. Not a man who'd lost his memory, but her dad.

"Daddy?"

"Nevie, honey, what have you done?"

Nevaeh was stunned. She didn't know what to say or do. She looked up at Elysia to see her smiling. "Uh, would you mind if I had some time alone with my dad?"

"Sure. I'll be outside. But, remember you don't have long."

"I know. I'll meet you outside."

The moment Elysia left the room, Nevaeh dropped down in a crouch in front of her father. "Dad?"

"Nevie, oh honey, what did you do?"

"I can't explain, Dad. I just – I just had to see you and talk to you. I need you Dad. Elysia brought you back and she said she could do it permanently. I need you Dad. I need you."

"Nevie." He leaned over and gathered her in his arms. "I love you, honey. More than anything. You have to listen to me, honey and do as I say. Okay?"

"Okay."

She waited for him to speak again and when he did not, she pulled back. Her dad was gone. In his place was a man who looked uncomfortable and confused. She released him and stood. "Is there anything I can get for you Nate?"

"No. No. I'll just sit here and watch the birds. Thanks young lady."

Nevaeh nearly lost it. "You have a good day, Nate. I'll see you soon."

"Yeah, soon."

Nevaeh ran. From the room and through the facility and didn't stop until she was outside. Then she lost it. She sat down on the step and sobbed until her throat felt raw and there were no more tears left.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up. Elysia sat on the step behind her. "You don't have to put yourself through this Nev. I can make him well. With help."

"I…I don't…I…I have to think. I just need to think."

"Take all the time you need. I'll drop you home and then check into a hotel."

Nevaeh nodded and got to her feet as Elysia stood, then followed Elysia to the car. They climbed into the back seat and Nevaeh directed the driver to take them to Nevaeh's.

Nevaeh was silent the entire drive. When they pulled up in front of her duplex, she opened the door. Elysia reached out and took her arm. "I'll come by in the morning and we'll talk."

Nevaeh nodded and got out. She watched the car drive away and then turned toward the door of her duplex. It was then she realized she didn't have a key.

*****

Gabriel stood staring at the still figure of the man in the chair. Nevaeh's father stared blankly at the window, not blinking, not moving one muscle.

It was a sad sight and made sadder by the knowledge that he'd done this to himself to protect Nevaeh. Something was fundamentally wrong with his people and humans that people had to go to such extremes.

He put his hand on Nathanial's shoulder and closed his eyes. Angels rarely spoke of their powers but he did possess the ability to reach into Nathanial's mind and communicate what he'd learned from Severin.

Gabriel felt tension in the muscles beneath his hand and knew he'd managed to weave his way through the fog that clouded Nathanial's mind.

"We have to help her." His voice was a soft whisper. "We have to stop them. I need you to understand."

When he was blasted with memories of Nevaeh and another woman being there, he struggled to take in the facts and dismiss the distortions caused by the spell on Nathanial's mind.

They will come again, Nathanial. And when they do you have to convince her that she's not safe, that she can't trust them. I know you don't know me and so you don't know if you can trust me. But there must be someone among our people you can trust. Whoever that is, you have to ask for them, get word to them.

Abruptly the link was severed. Gabriel felt Nathanial's body go slack. He didn't have to look to know the man was unconscious. He turned to leave, casting a look back as he reached the door.

Whoever had taken Nevaeh had known to bring her here, to her father. That meant they were going to play on Nevaeh's love for her father. But what did they want? And would Nevaeh end up being the one to get hurt?

That was the question that concerned him the most.

*****

Nevaeh walked outside and took a deep breath of the humid air. This was one of those few times she wished she had a landline. With her purse, phone, laptop, and even her Kindle still at Asha's estate, she couldn't place a call, send an email or even buy a cup of coffee.

She was screwed. She's had to break a window in her duplex to get in yesterday after Elysia dropped her off and the only thing she had to cover the window was her shower curtain and thumbtacks.

So, what to do? She'd dug around and found enough change to use a pay phone but she had no clue where to find one. Where was the last place she'd even seen a pay phone?

Just then, her neighbor, Debbie Grant stepped outside.

"Debbie! Thank god. Can I ask a favor?"

"Hey Nev. I'm late. Can we talk later?"

"I just need to borrow your phone for one minute. I lost my phone and car keys and I have to call my boss or I'm going to get fired."

"Fine." Debbie dug out her phone and handed it to Nevaeh.

Nevaeh accessed the keyboard and hesitated. She didn't remember her boss's number or any of the people she worked with. Those were all programmed into her phone. She stared at the keyboard for a few seconds then blew out her breath and

"I thought –"

"Can't remember the number."

"Tell me about it. My fucking life's in my phone. I lose it and I'm fucked."

"Yeah, don't I know."

"Okay, I gotta go. See ya."

"Yeah, see ya."

Nevaeh watched Debbie get into her car, then turned, and went back inside the duplex. She had to figure out a way to get in touch with Layla and see about getting her belongings sent to her.

The question was how to contact someone without a phone.

It came to her in a flash. The connection with Augustus.

Hello? Augustus? Are you there?

Nothing.

She tried to concentrate, imagining his face.
Augustus?

Still nothing.

Damn, this Vampire connection thing wasn't very dependable.

Okay, scratch that. She'd have to find another way. She snapped her fingers and smiled as she remembered scribbling Layla's number on her notebook at the theater, the one she used to keep a list of supplies needed for the theater.

All she had to do was get downtown and she could get the number and use the phone at the theater. She tried to ignore the voice inside her head.
All you have to do? You are at least 20 miles from downtown and have about 74 cents in your pocket. How're you gonna get there? Sprout wings and fly?

She was surprised by the sound of a knock at the door. She opened it and her surprise was magnified. That feeling was immediately followed by elation to see him. Sadly, the elation was squashed by sudden suspicion.

"Gabriel? What are you doing here?"

"I was concerned."

"Why?"

"Can I come in?"

Nevaeh wasn't sure what to do. On the one hand, she was attracted to him and he'd been nice to her. No that wasn't true. She had a major thing for him and he'd been more than just nice. On the other hand, Elysia had told her not to trust Gabriel. He wasn't what he appeared to be.

She didn't know who to believe, but Elysia had brought her dad back to her – at least for a few minutes and if she could do it permanently, then Neveah was not about to risk alienating her.

She stepped outside. "The place is a mess."

"Are you okay Heaven spelled backwards?"

"I'm fine. Why?"

"To begin with you left without a word. Layla and Augustus had made arrangements for your flight and you just vanished."

"I was in a hurry to get home."

"Without your belongings?"

Nevaeh mentally kicked herself. "I was – I – something came up and I had to leave quickly so I didn't have time to pack."

"Not even your purse?"

"How do you know I didn't take my purse?"

"Layla."

"Well what was she doing, going through my things?"

"Trying to figure out where you were and if you were okay."

"Oh. Well, as you can see I am."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! Look, I – I have a lot to do, so—"

"I just want to help."

"Well, if you want to help, get me my stuff from the estate. That's all the help I need."

Gabriel reached for her and she shied away. "I need to get back inside – clean up and get ready for work tonight."

"Okay. So, you want your things delivered here?"

"Yes, that'd be great. Thanks."

"I'll see to it personally."

"Thanks again. I – I guess I better go."

She turned and bolted inside, closed and locked the door behind her, leaning back against it and fighting tears. She didn't want Gabriel to be the enemy. She liked him, really liked him and she thought he liked her.

Nevaeh felt bad about her behavior. He'd seemed hurt and she didn't want to hurt him. But she couldn't let herself be fooled.

And what if he isn't the bad guy? Remember what Dad said?

Nevaeh had not considered it until that moment but now she could hear his voice in her mind.
Nevie, oh honey, what did you do?

There hadn't been joy in his first words to her, but concern. Why hadn't she recognized that and what did it mean?