Chapter Ten
CANDRA WAS SURPRISED to find a sleek red convertible waiting for her outside—surprised and not at all pleased.
Ananchel leaned against the door, her long red hair moving in the breeze like flames licking at her beautiful face. She wore her customary leathers accompanied by thigh-high stiletto boots, which looked as if someone had painted them onto her toned muscles. Ananchel was already statuesque, and the addition of the boots made her positively Amazonian. The outfit was finished off with blood red lips and an open, long black coat flapping around her ankles.
“I would say it’s good to see you…” Candra trailed off and hoisted her book bag farther onto her shoulder.
“But we both know you would be lying, so what would be the point?” Ananchel shrugged, as always totally unaffected by Candra’s dislike of her.
Besides her bizarre ability to bring pleasure without ever touching, she had almost killed Candra accidentally. Candra still wasn’t convinced falling five stories from a parking garage had been an accident. Of course, then there was Ananchel’s previously intimate relationship with Sebastian. The less Candra thought about that, the better it was for everyone’s sanity. Draven, on the other hand, trusted Ananchel with his life and wouldn’t have a word said against her.
“Where’s Lofi?”
“The pooch got called away, and lucky me, I got the short straw.”
“For the last time, stop referring to Lofi as Sebastian’s lapdog.”
Ananchel’s stunning features broke out into a wide grin. “Yes, it’s probably better you stop telling me since I won’t stop. There is no point in wasting your precious breath.” She pushed off the car and opened the door with an exaggerated wave of her hand, indicating for Candra to climb inside. “Your chariot awaits, my lady.”
Candra stood firm. “I can make my own way home.” Just for good measure, she gave what she hoped was an inconspicuous glance around to make sure her guards were watching. Two workers on high scaffolding were cleaning out the guttering of a red-bricked building opposite the school. One subtly glanced her way. Down the street, a police officer lowered his head almost indiscernibly. There were probably others.
Ananchel rolled her eyes and huffed loudly, obviously bored with the conversation already. “In case you haven’t noticed, I answer to Sebastian these days. So please…get in before I have to lift you in.”
Candra snorted a laugh. Ananchel had little time for anyone other than Draven and even less for Sebastian.
“Gee, answering to Sebastian? That must be hard on you,” Candra taunted. She wasn’t afraid of Ananchel. That ship had sailed long ago.
Ananchel’s dark brown eyes gleamed and flickered with reddish-gold when she blinked, her full lips pulling up into a smirk. “Oh, well, Sebastian was always hard—”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” Candra cut her off blackly as images she could have seriously done without flashed through her mind.
Ananchel’s laughter rang out against the backdrop of cars whizzing past and the sound of a jackhammer at nearby road works.
“Get in,” Ananchel instructed, losing all amusement in her voice. “I really don’t have all day.”
Candra walked stonily toward the car, a condemned woman walking the plank. Any conversation that ensued with Ananchel was sure to be unpleasant. Sebastian had better have a good reason for this, she thought to herself. Her day was already bad enough.
Ananchel’s heels clicked loudly on the concrete as she walked around the back. Despite the surrounding noise pollution, she was always ultra-aware of Ananchel. Seconds later, the car skidded away from the curb and left, trailing smoke in its wake.
“Do you know what it takes for an angel to fall?” Ananchel asked casually as she weaved in and out of traffic, paying no heed to indicators or lights.
Candra gripped onto the armrest, wondering what it was about angels that made them oblivious to the speed they traveled in a car. “No one has ever told me.” She didn’t want to admit she had never asked.
“I once told you your father and I were friends. I suppose you haven’t worked out yet how that came to pass?” Ananchel’s eyes darted sideways to Candra.
The car squealed through a red light, making Candra flinch. “Do you have a death wish?”
Ananchel chuckled, a deep throaty sound that would have floored any man. Resentment once again bubbled up inside Candra when she thought about Ananchel with Sebastian. She couldn’t stop herself, although she shouldn’t care. Rationally, their tryst was before Sebastian had met her. Candra supposed it was because Ananchel was gorgeous, and even among Watchers, she stood out as if she were the only light in an endless darkness. She oozed sexuality and an immeasurable power. She feared nothing and no one; her confidence was intimidating, even for someone with the self-confidence Candra possessed.
Candra told herself again that Sebastian had chosen her, but a tiny part of her wondered why, when Ananchel still all but salivated for him.
“You haven’t answered,” Ananchel pushed.
“Neither did you,” Candra countered. She recognized the streets on the way to the brownstone.
“You’re avoiding. You don’t want to like me…I can understand that.” Ananchel sighed noncommittally. “But you use irrelevant excuses to keep the status quo intact.”
Candra crossed her arms in reflex to Ananchel’s words and uncrossed them quickly so as not to appear childishly stubborn. Ananchel wasn’t her friend and never would be. Loss slammed her in the gut for the hundredth time that day when she thought of Ivy.
Ananchel shook her head and continued. “To fall, an angel must want it completely and sacrifice their wings. They must be torn away from the body and the body healed quickly before the angelic protection leaves their blood. If they aren’t absolute in the decision, their wings will heal.”
Candra shut her eyes and recalled the jagged bone on Brie’s back. She shuddered and opened her eyes again, turning to the side window. They had almost reached Sebastian’s home.
There was some form of a commotion on the street up ahead. Two men were fighting, and the closer they got, Candra saw the people gathering around them weren’t trying to stop them or pull them apart. They were cheering. Men and women in tailored business suits and designer clothes clambered for a closer view of the scuffle. Was it a coincidence that trouble began to brew again straight after her meeting with Lilith? Is this what happens if I don’t agree?
She shook her head, ridding herself of the thought. “Why are you telling me this? Why is it important now with all this going on?” Candra waved in the direction of the disturbance.
“I thought you should know how far people are prepared to go for those they love.”
Candra sighed, understanding what Ananchel was getting at, a gentle reminder to Candra about taking risks with her life. Slinking off with Lilith had been a stupid risk, given everything her father and Brie had given up to keep her safe. She’d relied on Lofi’s prediction that Lilith wouldn’t act, but Lofi wasn’t infallible.
“I get it,” Candra muttered begrudgingly.
“Good. You are important. Remember that.”
