Wings of the Wicked (5 page)

“We could always add in that dead humans can be included. Your call. Good luck getting them to answer you, though.”

“Let’s stick to living humans.”

“Fine,” I said, staring him down. “It’s a bet.”

His smile grew wide and gorgeous. To say the very least, Will was beautiful. Handsome was too mortal a word. And he was completely unaware of it. And I really wanted him to kiss me right now.

But he wouldn’t. I took a breath and tossed out the thought. I didn’t want to be sad right now. Instead I decided to flirt with him and make his self-imposed distance from me even harder for him to stand. It didn’t matter if he wasn’t human. He was still a guy.

I took another bite, very careful of the way my lips moved around the spoon.

“Want a taste?” I said, arching my mouth into a suggestive smile. I tried hard not to think about how much I sucked at flirting and being sexy. He probably saw right through me.

But as he watched me with a careful gaze, I wondered if I’d succeeded. My nerves lit on fire. He studied every inch of my face, his eyes flickering all over, and my smile faded. “Yeah,” he said at last. “I do.”

My stomach tied in knots and did a series of backflips. My hand turned to jelly as I scooped a spoonful for him and gave him the bite.

He seemed to contemplate the taste for a moment. “Well, I like cookie dough, but it’s still not as good as a melted root beer float.”

I laughed a little louder than I should have. My next spoonful wasn’t as smooth as I watched his eyes flash brightly, but the distraction didn’t totally mess me up. That was, until he laughed and I knew the jig was up.

“What?” I asked, eyeing him suspiciously. Something was apparently hilarious.

He reached for my face and I froze solid, unsure of what he was going to do. He thumbed the tip of my nose and said, “You got ice cream on your face.”

My cheeks flushed with heat, and I felt like a five-year-old who needed a sippy cup.

“You eat like a reaper,” he said with a grin.

I narrowed my eyes. “Thanks, jerk.”

His smile softened, and he brought his thumb to his mouth and licked up what he’d cleaned off my nose. He watched me, and my heart revved like an engine as he reached across the counter again. He tucked my hair behind my ear and drew his fingers around the edge of the ear and traced the line of my jaw.

He started to say something, but then the door to the garage opened and he jerked his hand back. Nathaniel and Lauren appeared, and she was laughing at something he’d just said. I was surprised to see that Nathaniel had attempted to tame his usually untidy, curly copper-brown hair. They looked so happy together, so obviously not just friends, and for a moment I was very jealous of them. I’d never seen them kiss, but I’d bet they did when no one was looking.

“Hey, Lauren,” Will called, slipping away from the counter to stand up straight. “Do you like cookie dough?”

I laughed out loud, and both Nathaniel and Lauren stared at me like I was the village idiot.

“Not really,” Lauren said, hanging her coat and purse on the coat rack by the door. “Gives me a stomachache.”

Will smirked at me with a flick of his brow and a teasing curve on his lips.

I decided right then that the next time I caught him sleeping, I’d shave his eyebrows off.

“So what?” I grumbled. “We didn’t wager anything.”

“The satisfaction of proving you wrong is reward enough for me.”

“You cheated. You knew that she didn’t like cookie dough.”

“Maybe I did.”

“What are you talking about?” Nathaniel asked, staring at us both.

“Nothing,” Will and I said in unison, and I broke off a piece of chocolaty waffle cone and dipped it into my ice cream before I gave anything away.

5

REAPERS GAVE ME A NEW REASON TO HATE THE dead of winter. The sun had completely set by six, so the scary things had longer to play outside. Will and I suited up for the hunt, though not exactly in Matrix style, since I wore jeans, sneakers, and a tweed peacoat over my hoodie.

“There’s been a change of plans,” Will told me as I pulled a white wool beanie over my hair. “We’re not patrolling tonight with Marcus and Ava.”

“We’re not?” I asked as we climbed into my car. That didn’t disappoint me; in fact, I felt quite the opposite. Last night had been rough, and Will was good about letting me take nights off. “So then why are we getting ready to go?”

“We’re going to train instead of hunt tonight. They want to see what you’re made of before we take on the nycterids again.”

My stomach turned. Sometimes facing demonic reapers was easier than sparring with Will. He didn’t go much easier on me than they did. And with Marcus and Ava involved—well, I didn’t know what to expect. I hated surprises, unless they involved ice cream. “But Marcus has seen me fight.”

Will’s mouth twitched. “It’s mostly Ava. She doesn’t think we need you.”

My heart sank. What she meant was she thought Will was better off without me. “When did you talk to her?”

“Today. While you were at school.”

Fantastic. So Ava was talking shit about me
and
talking to my non-boyfriend. “You hung out with her today?” I tried to keep my voice as even and casual as possible, but I was so transparent when it came to Will.

“I didn’t hang out with her. She just stopped by.”

“That’s not helping.”

“Nathaniel was with us. It’s not what you think, Ellie. Trust me.”

I took a deep breath. “What did you talk about?”

“You,” he said. “Bastian and his thugs.”

“Why does she think I’m useless?” My chest was tight as I struggled to stay calm.

“She doesn’t think you’re useless.”

“Isn’t that what you just said, though?”

His smile was gentle and reassuring. “She’s been fighting demonic reapers for a very long time without your help. She doesn’t understand how much stronger you are than any of us or what your angelfire can do.”

I didn’t respond, and my eyes fell as my mind wandered far away from our conversation.

“Ellie.” His voice was firm but kind.

Whenever he said my name like that, I knew he was serious.

He watched me with a calm gaze. “Ava underestimates you, and I don’t blame you for being defensive. But don’t worry. She doesn’t know you like I know you.”

I smiled then. No matter what happened, Will was on my side. I was as sure of that as I was that Ava was wrong about me. A dark part of me wanted five minutes alone with her. I’d wasted way scarier reapers than Ava. What did she have that Ragnuk didn’t have? Killer crazy cat-lady nails?

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

Will directed me to an old factory in a crumbling district of Detroit, much like our old warehouse. As I pulled Marshmallow II into a concealed spot behind the building, a flood of old memories came back to me. Memories of our old warehouse, where I realized I was in love with Will, where he had kissed me for the first time in the middle of its wreckage.

Inside, Marcus and Ava were waiting. They were certainly dressed better for training than I was. Both wore black bodysuits in a material that looked soft and supple, and combat boots that looked like they would hurt if they connected with my face. I felt like a cream puff next to them.

Marcus gave me an easy grin. “Ellie. How are you tonight?”

I pulled the collar of my coat tighter. “Less sore than earlier.”

“All right, Will,” Ava said, her expression stone hard. “Show me what she’s got. Did you even change your clothes after you got out of … school?”

It took me a moment to realize she’d directed that question at me. I didn’t like the way she said “school.” She made it sound like a silly word, like I was a little kid. “I did change. It’s cold out there.”

She watched me with such disdain that I felt very self-conscious. I took off my coat and laid it by the exit, along with my purse. It was bad enough that she said rude things about me and tried to get Will to abandon me. Why did she have to go knocking my outfit? My coat was really cute.

“I didn’t mean anything by it,” Ava said. “I just thought that you’d prefer to wear something more durable when you fight.”

“Whatever,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “Let’s do this.” I called my swords into my hands, and the blades erupted into angelfire. The flames were bright, swallowing the silver Khopesh blades. Ava studied the swords carefully, the flames shining off her eyes. Angelfire affected only the demonic and burned nothing else. “So what do you want to see?”

She studied my face for a moment, as if I were a science experiment. She gestured to Will. “Fight him.”

Before I could respond, a power surged behind me. I spun on my heel and threw my sword over my head, catching Will’s blade midair. Anticipating a kick as his next move, my second blade swept through the air just as his foot rose to strike my stomach. I drew my power into my center and let it explode in his face, the force of it sending him rocketing across the factory. He righted himself and landed with one knee on the floor. I was there in an instant, slicing with both swords. His blade clinked off mine, over and over, our strikes fast as lightning, our power rushing all around, colliding with the floor and walls in waves each time his sword struck mine. I swung both swords high and cut down, forcing a blast of my power with the blades, and Will ripped his own up with both hands to meet my strike. Our blades collided and power detonated, crunching the concrete at our feet until Will sat in a crater. His expression was hardened with concentration, but when our eyes met, I caught the faintest glimmer of a smile. I bounced away, and my feet slid across the floor as I landed. Just as I was about to launch forward again, Ava’s hard voice made me stop.

“Enough.”

Will and I rose, sweeping our energy back into ourselves, and my angelfire died.

Marcus stepped forward, clapping. “Nice job. She was kicking your ass.”

I grinned brightly as I caught my breath, happy to have impressed.

“You know each other too well,” Ava said. “You’re each too predictable to the other.”

Will shrugged. “I’ve been her Guardian for five hundred years. We know each other inside and out.”

“Fight me, Preliator,” she said.

Nerves bit at my gut. I could beat her. No one was tougher than Will, and I got good hits in on him regularly. Angelfire burst from my blades once more.

“Relinquish the swords,” she ordered.

“What?”

“You heard me. Lose them. I want to see what you can do without weapons.”

I looked back at Will, who gave me a nod, and I did as she asked. Ava stepped toward me, her power pulsing around her darkly, as if it came from the deadest corner of the universe. If Will hadn’t insisted that she was angelic, I would’ve put my money on her being demonic. She
had
asked me to put away my swords. Was it possible that—?

She shot for me, cutting off my thoughts, and my eyes widened when her talons jutted out from her fingers, outstretched and slashing. I gasped and swung my body to the side, letting her fly past me. I didn’t like fighting unarmed. If I didn’t have my swords, I usually got tossed around like a rag doll.

Ava came to a sliding stop and spun to slash her talons at me again. I jerked back, but her nails snagged my sweater and slit through the fabric like butter. I swore and wheeled away as she came at me a third time.

“Ellie,
fight
!” Will’s voice was in my ears, giving me strength and courage to face the reaper trying to rip my throat out.

Ava lunged for me again, and I summoned my power. Blinding white light swarmed about me, swirling like a raging blizzard, whipping my hair around, and I slammed it into Ava. She flew high through the air, smashing into the far wall and leaving an Ava-shaped dent in the concrete. Just as she began to fall, her dark silver wings sprang from her back and she landed gracefully. Her gaze snapped up to meet mine, blazing bright blue-violet with anger, and she snarled. She launched, her wings spreading wide, drowning my body in her shadow, but I shot forward to meet her midway. She swiped her talons, and I grabbed both her wrists, shoved my shoe into her chest, and kicked full force, smashing her back into the wall. She crumpled forward, dazed, and the second dent she left in the wall made me pause in awe as the debris settled. The dent was Ava shaped, but her wings had also shattered the concrete this time, and their imprint took my breath away. The impression in the wall was shaped like an angel.

Ava stood straight and shook her head dizzily. She vanished for a moment and reappeared, her hand clamping around my throat as her form materialized. She squeezed until I nearly passed out from pain and suffocation, and she lifted me off the floor.

“I shouldn’t have been able to overpower you so easily,” she said, her hard gaze dissecting my fear. “I didn’t want to be right about you.”

I didn’t want her to be right about me, either. Power shivered across my skin, making my hands red-hot. I grabbed Ava’s wrist and burned her skin. She hissed and swore but didn’t let go. I kicked into her stomach and ran up her chest until I flipped all the way over and broke free. She staggered back, and I dropped to the ground and kicked out at her ankles, knocking her off her feet. She hit the ground on her back, and I leaped on top of her, fist raised to punch her in the nose.