Shattered Walls (Seven Archangels Book 3) by Jane Lebak

Author:Jane Lebak [Lebak, Jane]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Philangelus Press
Published: 2016-05-31T04:00:00+00:00

NINETEEN

As Remiel worked in the kitchen, her thoughts still jangled from what Gabriel had learned, she tensed at the sound of footsteps.

So many people shared this house that one more person moving about shouldn’t have surprised her, but the hair stood up on her neck, and she didn’t know why. Her mind flew through the house: Mary was resting in her room; Zadkiel was in the front with the girls and her net-making equipment.

Remiel went to the doorway and found herself facing Belior.

Remiel shouted an alarm, but Belior looked just as startled to see her. He jumped backward and then ran toward the front room.

“Zadkiel!” Remiel called. “Watch out!”

Oh, dumb—now he knew who they were. She raced after him, hanging onto the kitchen knife in case she needed to defend Zadkiel or the girls.

Belior ran past the other women and into the courtyard—and then stopped in place as a demonic fire erupted before him.

“What do you think you’re doing? Get back in there!”

Remiel wouldn’t have been more surprised if…actually, Remiel couldn’t have been more surprised. Because that was Satrinah, no doubt about it, and she blasted Belior right out of the courtyard and back into the front room.

He crash-landed with a cry, tucked tight, arm to his ribs. Battling vertigo from the demonic energy, Remiel stumbled to the entrance. “What are you doing?”

“He’s to stay in the house! He knows that.” Satrinah brandished a sword engulfed in flame, leaving Remiel terribly conscious of how small and dull was the knife in her own. “His only job is to get out of that body, and he’s not going to accomplish that if he leaves.”

Remiel exclaimed, “He’s not going to accomplish it if he stays, either.” She tucked the knife into her belt and crouched beside Belior. His hands were swollen, and one dangled at a bad angle. He must have broken his own wrists to untie himself. She touched his flank, but he shoved her away, so she left him on the floor. “What’s your deal? I thought you wanted him in the courtyard so you could examine him.”

“You’re so ignorant. Listen to what people actually say rather than what you assume.” Satrinah called her sword back into her soul and put her hands on her hips. “I said I wanted him there, in the entrance. I’ll position myself in the courtyard and examine him from here. That keeps your little hide-bound rule-following self happy, and it gets me what I want.”

Remiel said, “Well, I’m about to drag his should-be-bound, should-have-been-following-the-rules self all the way back into the recesses of the house, so say goodbye to your buddy.”

Satrinah straightened her wings. “Look, I find it repulsive dealing with you too. It’s like looking at what Camael would have been if he’d enslaved his intellect and whored out his will to the Creator. But I’m willing to do it if I must.”

Remiel’s eyes narrowed. “You’re so generous. Will it break your heart when I refuse?”

“You’re trapped too,” said Satrinah. “Don’t you slaves

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