Microsoft Word - Nalini Singh - Guild Hunter 1 - Angel's Blood.doc by lesley

Author:lesley [lesley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2010-10-20T00:36:19.834000+00:00

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“Uram?” Elena asked, trying not to think about the stomachchurning “delivery” Raphael had just described. “Is he—”

“Later.” Raphael cut her off with a slice of his hand. “First we’ll go to

the site and see if you can track him.”

“He’s an archangel. I scent vampires,” she pointed out for what felt

like the millionth time, but neither archangel nor vampire was listening.

“I’ve organized transport,” Dmitri said and she had the sense that

more information was being communicated than the words she could

hear.

Raphael shook his head. “I’ll take her. The longer we wait, the more

the scent will dissipate.” He held out his hand. “Come, Elena.”

She didn’t argue, her curiosity rabid. “Let’s go.”

And that was how she found herself tucked against Raphael’s chest as

he flew her to an abandoned warehouse in an unfamiliar part of Brooklyn.

She ended up squeezing her eyes shut for most of the journey because

Raphael was doing that invisible thing again, and this time he’d extended

it to cover her. It made her nauseated to not be able to see herself.

“Do you sense him?” he asked moments after he landed on a patch of

dirt with a few struggling clumps of grass and helped her get to her feet.

She took a deep breath and was hit with an influx of smell. “Too many

vamps. It’ll make it harder to separate out the scents.” She couldn’t see a

single vampire, couldn’t see any living creature at all, but she knew they

were there—though this wasn’t a place anyone would want to end up.

The chain-link fence on either side was ragged with holes, the

buildings scrawled over with graffiti, the grass scraggly underfoot. There

was a pervading sense of disuse, but overlaying that was the odor of

rotting garbage . . . and something even more foul. She swallowed bile.

“Alright. Show me.”

He nodded at the warehouse in front of her. “Inside.”

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The large warehouse door slid up, though he’d spoken in a low tone.

She wondered if he could speak to all his vampires mind-to-mind. But

she didn’t ask that, couldn’t. Because the scent of garbage, of disuse, was

suddenly wiped out by stomach-churning foulness.

Blood.

Death.

The sickening miasma of bodily fluids left to stew in an airless space.

The urge to gag tore at her throat. “Never thought I’d say this, but I

wish Dmitri was here.” She’d welcome his seductive scent at this point. A

wash of clean, fresh, rain scent hit her on the heels of that thought. She

drew it in, then shook her head. “No. I can’t afford to miss the cues. But

thank you.” Then she stopped hesitating and walked into the horror.

The warehouse was huge, the only light coming in through narrow

windows high up on the walls. Her brain couldn’t understand the piercing

clarity of that light until she felt the crunch of glass underfoot. “The

windows are all broken.”

Raphael didn’t reply, moving behind her like a midnight shadow.

She crunched her way through the glass and onto a patch of clear

concrete. Deciding to focus, she stood in place, widened her senses,

searched.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

No, she thought, teeth gritted, this was no time to lose it.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

She shook her head but that sound—the soft, wet splash of blood

hitting a hard surface—didn’t disappear.

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