Warrior's Angel (Lost Angels Book 4) by Killough-Walden Heather

Author:Killough-Walden, Heather [Killough-Walden, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2014-08-07T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

He was worried about Mimi. Angel had taken her out of the warehouse with incredibly apt timing, but that was the last he’d seen of her. Had she witnessed any of the fighting? Had Angel taken her somewhere far enough away to keep her out of harm’s reach?

Michael had an inkling what the gargoyles would do if they knew how much Mimi meant to Rhiannon. He’d read the minds of a few of the gargoyles who’d attacked them. Reading thoughts embedded in rock was much more difficult than pulling them from flesh, but gargoyles were both. They transitioned from one to another with no more than sheer will, and Michael focused his ability so that it struck when the gargoyles were flesh.

Even then, the scouring was sluggish. It was like pushing through wet sand. He succeeded, however, and in doing so, he learned that the gargoyles wanted Rhiannon Dante as they had never wanted a woman before.

Somehow, they’d learned of her abilities – all of them. They not only knew that she could throw things with her mind and manipulate fire and lightning, they knew she could heal. And they wanted that ability, especially, for themselves.

Just like the bloody Adarians.

The gargoyles planned to breed her into their society in the hopes that their children would possess any and all of what Rhiannon did, combined with the flesh-to-stone abilities of gargoyles.

How they had come upon this knowledge was something he hadn’t been able to pull from them. It was hidden further down in their minds, as if whoever had put it there had guarded it well, specifically against him. But he planned to find out. Once he had Rhiannon safely back home, he was going to pay the gargoyle community a little visit.

It was an hour past sundown and he was executing a turn on wet city streets when Rhiannon received a call in the passenger seat beside him. He glanced at her as she pulled the cell phone from her inner coat pocket and answered.

With his hearing, he could make out every word said, of course. Hell, even a human could hear the caller on someone else’s phone most of the time; iPhones weren’t exactly eaves-drop proof. It was Mr. Verdigri. He was calling to let Rhiannon know that Mimi had been dropped off by Rhiannon’s friend, Angel.

Michael watched as Rhiannon’s expressions changed in rapid succession, going from relief to surprise and then to guilt and confusion.

“Crap,” she whispered as she hung up and re-pocketed her phone. “I forgot about Angel. I was supposed to meet back up with her for dinner.”

Michael’s ears pricked. “Who’s Angel?”

Rhiannon looked sidelong at him, her expression making it evident she didn’t feel like explaining it or going into it, but not because she was tired so much as because she felt ashamed. “A friend. A very good friend actually, though believe it or not, we never met face to face until today.”

Michael said nothing, allowing her to gather herself a bit and simply go on telling her story.

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