They thought he was down.
That was their mistake.
Agony shot through his wing and chest as remnants of Raphael’s blue fire attempted to take hold and burrow. Gritting his teeth, he left his hiding place and flew a short distance to a normally inviting public area that had turned murky in the cloudy weather, full of shadowy corners that made it the perfect hunting ground. The glamour served him well, and he tore out the throats of two vagrants before they ever knew they were stalked.
Their blood raced through him like lightning, pushing out the blue fire until it dissipated harmlessly in the air. No longer fighting off an attack, his body focused on repairing torn muscle and cartilage. By the time he bent his head over the fifth throat—the soft, delicate flesh of a young female, his preferred kind of sustenance—he was ready to fly again . . . at least enough to take the mortal hunter out of the equation. Once she was dead, no one would be able to find him.
He smiled and wiped the blood from his mouth with a clean white handkerchief. Yes, warm was best. For a tempting moment, he considered taking another, but knew he didn’t have the time. He had to hit before he was expected, while Raphael’s defenses were down and the hunter thought herself safe.
After that, he would sink his fangs into Michaela’s heart, drink her blood straight from the source. And he’d keep her, he decided. The urge to tear her apart was overwhelming, but he’d fight it. Why kill that which could provide so much exquisite power? Mortals were too weak, but an archangel . . . Ah, he could drink from Michaela for eternity. She’d heal every time.
He wondered if Michaela had told Raphael he’d already fed from her once. He licked his lips. She’d been sweet. Powerful. Piquant. And now she carried a little bit of him within. Yes, an archangel would make the most perfect of refreshments. He’d build her a pretty cage, so she could watch as he played with his other pets—so she’d know that she was the lucky one, the one he’d chosen to sustain him for eons.
But first, he had to break the hunter’s neck.