Angel's Blood
Chapter 15

Elena made the word "hide" then waited as Vivek thought. "Anytime this century, V."
"Patience." He sat with absolute stillness, but it was no act of self-discipline. Vivek had lost all feeling below the shoulders in an accident as a child. If he hadn't, he'd have been hunter-born. Instead, aside from his considerable duties as Cellar Manager, he functioned as the Guild's eyes and ears in a connected world, his high-tech wheelchair built for wireless capability-he often knew what people were saying about the Guild before the words even passed their lips.
Now, he murmured something under his breath and on the computer board, the letters shifted to make home. "What next, Ellie?" It was clear he wasn't talking about the game.
She tapped her fingers on her thigh. "I need to talk to Sara."
"You're under blackout orders."
"Then you talk to her-tell her she's in danger. Everyone knows she's the one person certain to know my location." And it wasn't Dmitri she was worried about.
Vivek used a vocal command to open the door through which she'd entered. "Go. I'll make the call then let you back in."
She wasn't in the mood for his childishness. "I'm not going to steal your damn codes!"
"Go or I don't move."
Shoving away from the computer console, she strode out. "Hurry up." The door snapped shut behind her.
Sliding down to sit with her back against it, she didn't stop to consider that Ransom might also be in danger. She wasn't used to thinking of him as vulnerable. She wouldn't have worried so much about Sara either, before the baby. Not only could Sara take care of herself, but her husband, Deacon, was a lethal son of a bitch. But God, Zoe was so little.
The door slid open behind her. "Sara wants to talk to you." Vivek sounded peevish.
She walked in to find him sulking in the blackout booth, which meant Sara didn't want him listening in. Elena winced. When Vivek sulked, life in the Cellars got very uncomfortable-bone-melting temperature changes, odd smells in the air, food that tasted like sawdust. Once, she'd had to spend a whole torturous month down here after Vivek had had a fight with Sara. Talk about a shit storm. But Vivek's moods were nothing, not when Sara's life was on the line.
Elena picked up the old-fashioned phone. It was so old it was hackerproof. "Sara, you need to get down here with your family."
"The Guild Director doesn't turn tail and hide." Sara's tone was hard, revealing the steel backbone that had given her the strength to hold her position in a profession overrun with testosterone.
"Don't be an idiot!" Elena clenched her hand hard enough that her nails left half-moon crescents on her palms. "Dmitri isn't some baby vamp. He's Raphael's head of security!"
"And that's something else we need to discuss-just how big a 'disagreement' did you and Raphael have?"
Her soul chilled. "Why?"
"Because I came back to my office to find a new message waiting-he's looking for you, Ellie."
"I'll talk-"
"You're going nowhere near him," Sara snapped. "You didn't hear the message. If a naked blade could speak, that's what it would sound like."
Elena cursed under her breath. What the hell had happened between her leaving the Tower and the message? He'd let her go without a fight. So why was he hunting her now? "Are you sure he's that angry?"
"Angry isn't the word I'd use. Lethal would fit better." There was real concern in Sara's voice. "What did you do to piss off an archangel?"
Loyalty warred with the inexplicable need she had to keep what had happened in the office, private. "I hit him."
A long, indrawn breath. "You hit an archangel?"
She recalled the sense of danger that had blasted off him like heat radiation. "It was his own fault, so if he stops to think about it, he'll calm down."
"Archangels aren't exactly good at saying sorry." Sarcasm dripped from every syllable. "It doesn't matter what he did, you'll have to grovel or he'll grind you to dust."
"I won't grovel." Not for anyone. "You know that."
"Of course I know that, you moron. I was making a point."
"The point being that I'm dead meat." Because she wouldn't apologize to that bastard. Not even to save her own life.
"Pretty much."
"That proves my point."
"Which is?"
"That you need to get Zoe and Deacon to a safe house. If Raphael's gunning for me, he'll come after you and yours to get my location." She paused, swallowed bile. Her life was one thing, but . . . "I won't let my pride put your family in danger. I'll call him and-"
"Shut up." Quiet words. Furious words. "I'll get Zoe out of the city. Deacon and I can look after ourselves."
"Sara, I'm sorry."
"You really fucking think I'd let you barter your soul so easily?" She hung up.
Elena felt like shit, but knew her best friend would forgive her. And Sara angry meant Sara in action. About to return the receiver to the cradle, she hesitated. A swift glance showed that Vivek had pointedly turned his back to her. Taking the chance, she pressed the cutoff button, then quickly dialed an outside line. "Hurry up," she muttered under her breath as the phone rang and rang on the other end.
"Beth Deveraux-Ling speaking."
At the sound of that familiar voice, moisture threatened to film Elena's vision. She cut it off with the ruthless ease of practice. "Beth, it's Elena."
"Why do you keep using that name?" Beth asked and Elena could almost see her frown. "You know Daddy prefers you use your full name, or Nell if you must shorten it."
"Beth, I don't have time for this. Is Harrison there?"
"Harry doesn't like talking to you." Her voice lowered. "I don't even know why I do-you turned my husband over to an angel."
"You know why," Elena reminded her. "If I hadn't brought him in, the next hunter would've had orders to execute him. Angels don't like losing their property."
"He's not property!" Beth sounded close to tears.
Elena rubbed at her temples with her fingers. "Please, Bethie, get Harrison. This is important." Her sister was high-strung at the best of times, and quite incredibly spoiled to boot. "He'll want to know."
A stubborn pause before Beth finally folded. Elena waited for several seconds, eyes trained on Vivek's back. He'd know she'd made an outside call the second he exited the cubicle but she had to do this. And there was no danger to the Guild-even if someone traced the call, it was set up to come back to a dummy account.
"Elena?"
She snapped to attention. "Harry, look, I need-"
"You need to listen," Harry interrupted.
"I don't have time for your-"
"I'm trying to help you." It was a sharp reproof. "I don't know why-maybe I don't want to be known as the brother-in-law of the hunter who was found spitted on a stick in Times Square! I can't believe you managed to insult someone of Dmitri's stature."
Elena froze. "You know?"
"Of course I know. Dmitri's the most senior vampire in the area and I report directly to him unless my master wants a face-to-face." His voice turned bitter. "I've been having quite a lot of chats with Andreas since you ended my hope of escape."
"Damn it, Harry, you signed a contract. In blood!"
"I wouldn't expect you to understand family loyalty," he said, slicing right through her heart. "But I suspect your life is important to you."
"I called to warn you," she gritted out, refusing to let her twerp of a brother-in-law hurt her. "You might be a vampire, but Beth is mortal."
"Not for long. We've petitioned for her to be Made."
Elena's soul went ice-cold. "You are not dragging her into that world. Does she have any idea of what she's signing on for or did you tell her it was all roses and fairy tales?"
"Oh, believe me, Elieanora, we know it's not perfection but it is immortality. And not that you'd have any comprehension of the concept, but I love Beth-I don't want to spend eternity without her."
That halted Elena, because, all his faults aside, Harrison Ling did actually seem to love his wife. "Look, Harry, we can fight about this later-hide from Dmitri until this blows over."
"Why should I hide?"
"He'll try to get my location out of you."
"He already asked and I told him I didn't have a clue," Harry replied. "Since he appears to know precisely how close you are to your family, he believed me."
"Just like that." Elena frowned. "No strong-arm tactics?"
"Of course not. We're civilized beings."
Elena's mind rebutted that with a memory of Dmitri's smile as his neck spurted blood. "Fine," she muttered. "As long as you're safe."
"Where are you?"
Every one of her instincts screamed in warning. "You don't need to know."
"Turn yourself in," he urged. "That's what I meant about your life-if you give yourself up, Dmitri might be swayed toward leniency. It'd also make our life easier if I brought you to him. Beth agrees with me."
That was all she was to him and Beth, Elena thought, refusing to consider the crushing hurt in her chest-a convenient way to curry favor. "Since when did you become Dmitri's pimp, Harry?"
The sharp hiss of an indrawn breath. "Fine, get yourself killed. Did I mention that Dmitri's looking for you on behalf of his sire?"
"What?"
"Word is that Raphael's gone cold."
Elena didn't know what that meant, but Harry's tone made it clear it wasn't anything good. "Thanks for the warning."
"It's more than you gave me."
Vivek began to bring his chair around.
"Gotta go." She hung up in the nick of time.
Exiting the blackout booth, Vivek headed immediately to his computers. She expected an explosion when he detected the unauthorized call, but he just sighed and shook his head before turning his chair to face her. "Why do you even bother, Ellie?"
That shook her, far more than anything else he could've done. Her legs folded and she collapsed into a chair. "They're family."
"They rejected you because you didn't fit the mold." His mouth twisted. "Believe me, I know all about that."
"I know, Vivek." His family had institutionalized him after the accident. "But I can't leave Beth vulnerable when there's a chance I can protect her."
"You know she'd hang you out to dry if it ever came to it?" His tone was as bitter as darkest coffee. "She's married to a vampire-he comes first."
Elena couldn't disagree, not with Harrison's words still ringing in her ears. Her family wanted to turn her in to a high-level vampire. Forget about what that vampire-and more importantly, his sire-might do to her. "That's who they are," she whispered, "but that's not who I am."
"Why not?" Vivek shifted his chair back around to face the computer. "Why bother? It's not like they'll ever love you."
Elena had no answer to that, so she left. But the words burrowed into her skull, and dug in. Painful. Clawing.
"Hey, Ellie!"
She jerked up her head to see another hunter lounging in the doorway to one of the sleep rooms. Tall, slender, with long, straight black hair and snapping brown eyes, Ashwini was one hell of a tracker. She was also all kinds of crazy. Which was why Elena liked her. "Hey, yourself," she said, glad for the chance to get her mind off things, if only for a few minutes. "I thought you were in Europe."
"Was. Got back a couple of days ago."
"You were already in the country when you called Sara?" God, had that been only yesterday?
Ashwini nodded. "Hunt took an unexpected turn."
"Yeah?" she said, forcing her thoughts back to the here and now.
"Damn Cajun."
"Uh-oh."
"I finally get within a block of him and all of a sudden, he's come to an 'understanding' with the angel who put out the track." Her eyes narrowed. "One of these days, I'm going to turn him into gator-bait."
Elena grinned. "Then where would the rest of us get our entertainment?"
"Fuck you." Said with a grin before she yawned, lifted up her arms, and stretched, sinuous as a cat. "I like sleeping down here."
"What, you like the ambience?" She rolled her eyes. "How was Europe anyway?"
"Sucked. I was in Uram's territory."
Elena's nape pricked. This wasn't coincidence-Ash was a little bit spooky in her prescience. "How's the situation there?"
The other hunter shrugged, the movement lithe and unconsciously graceful. According to the Guild rumor mill, she'd been a trained dancer with a prestigious company before deciding to take up hunting. Ransom had once asked her to perform. It had taken two weeks for his black eyes to fade.
"Uram's fallen off the grid," she now said. "The locals are scared of their own shadows-they think he's spying on them."
Elena caught the glint in the other hunter's eye. "But you don't think so?"
"Something's hinky. No one's seen his assistant, Robert Syles, for a while either. And Bobby likes the TV cameras." Ashwini shrugged. "My guess is that they're doing some hunting of their own. Maybe angels. We'll hear about it soon enough." Another yawn.
"You'd better get back to sleep."
"Nah, I'm all recharged now. But I do have to shower-got to head out again in an hour." She turned. "Oh, hey, El, one other thing I picked up-seems like they found more than a few decapitated bodies around the time Uram went AWOL. It looks like the poor buggers were his servants. Must've been some temper tantrum. Lucky we don't have to hunt these bastards."
Elena nodded, feeling weak. "Yeah, lucky."