Archangel’s Consort by Nalini Singh
January 25, 2011
I can’t land there. I’ll brain myself.
He almost laughed and he had not thought he could do that after the sentence he’d just delivered. I will catch you.
That she didn’t question him after that, simply changed trajectory so that she flew into his arms… it broke him. Then it reformed him anew. “Elena,” he whispered into her hair as he crushed her to him.
She wrapped her arms around him, his fragile consort with her incredible will and her refusal to surrender. “Tell me,” she whispered.
And he, and archangel used to keeping a thousand secrets, told her.