Avenger's Angel: A Novel of the Lost Angels by Killough-Walden Heather

Author:Killough-Walden, Heather [Killough-Walden, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Penguin Group
Published: 2011-11-01T02:00:00+00:00

“Mr. Farnsworth, I’m afraid a deal is a deal.”

Lilith paused outside of Sam’s office in the Tower. It was open and she had a clear view inside. He was on the phone and his back was turned toward her so that he could gaze out the window of the sixty-sixth-floor corner space. He was fond of the view; it seemed to put his mind at ease. She didn’t bother knocking; she simply slipped inside and waited for him to finish.

Samael chuckled low in his throat and Lilith paused in her quiet travel across the room. She didn’t like the sound of that laugh; it was one of his more dangerous tones.

“Listen to me now, Farnsworth.”

There was a pause. Then Samael continued. “You wanted Comeuppance to make a certain amount of money. It has done so. I kept my end of the bargain. It’s time for you to keep yours.”

There was another pause, and then Samael began to turn in his swiveling leather chair. “That’s what I thought. See you soon, Mr. Farnsworth.” He set the phone down in its receiver and glanced up at Lilith. “You told them.”

“Yes,” Lilith admitted right away. “It was better for her.”

Samael’s lips curled into a small smile. “Oh, without a doubt.” He sat back in his chair and steepled his fingers in front of him. “It matters little,” he said.

“I bet.” Lilith’s gaze narrowed. “You got what you wanted from her, didn’t you?”

“Not entirely,” he said. “But it’ll do for now.”

Lilith sighed, suddenly feeling very tired. She’d been feeling that way a lot lately. It was this world. It would take the strength out of the best of them. She was in awe of the human population; she had been for a very long time.

“Sam, tell me that you didn’t destroy that woman,” Lilith finally sighed. She was too weary to make small talk anymore. She wrapped her arms around herself as if to stave off a cold wind. It brought her some amount of comfort.

Samael was quiet in his chair. Then he stood and closed the distance to the window, pressing his palms to the glass. “I asked for a promise, Lily. Nothing more. I give you my word.”

“You didn’t weave a thousand lies into her contract?” Lilith asked, incredulous.

“No.”

Lilith blinked. She straightened, letting her arms drop to her sides. She was confused, to say the least. She knew that Samael had asked Eleanore Granger to come to him if she and Uriel fought—or some such nonsense. But she had assumed that there was more to the contract than met the eye. Could Samael truly mean that there was nothing more to their agreement? That her trust was all he had requested of the archess?

Samael lowered his hands and turned away from the window. He fixed Lilith with a steady, unreadable gaze. “No one in this world trusts me, Lily,” he said, again using the more personal nickname he sometimes called her by. Then he laughed softly, the sound self-deprecating and quiet. “For good reason, no doubt.

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