Wings of the Wicked (10 page)

“That’s because you suck,” Will called out in a bored voice.

Nathaniel frowned. “That’s one time out of three clips that I didn’t hit the bull’s-eye. Why don’t you get up here and show me how much
you
don’t suck?”

He frowned dismissively. “I don’t like guns.”

“That’s because you suck.” Nathaniel fired again. He hit the dead center of the target.

“You’re a smart-ass, too.”

Nathaniel chuckled and removed the clip from his gun and reloaded.

I let out a sigh loud enough for them to notice and turn their heads. “You’re both ridiculous. I want my surprise.”

Nathaniel beckoned me. “Come here, Ell.”

I moved forward cautiously.

“You’re going to learn how to use a gun.”

A small involuntary noise of glee escaped me. “Really?”

“Oh, yeah.”

He removed his goggles and earmuffs for me to put on. He held out the gun and I picked it up. It was heavier than I had imagined it would be.

“First rule,” Nathaniel began, “is muzzle direction. Always point it at the ground, and don’t touch the trigger until you’re ready to shoot a target. Safety’s off.” His finger flicked a little lever near the trigger. He flicked it back the other way. “And it’s on.”

“Okay.”

He took out the clip and handed it to me. “Unload like this. You try it.”

I did as he said.

“Now put them back in. Watch your fingers.”

I pinched my fingers on the first five bullets. At last the clip was loaded. I stuck it back into the gun. “Okay.”

“Now, aim for the twenty-meter target. Safety off. Finger on the trigger. There’s a little nub on the end of the muzzle. Line it up with the target. Fire when you’re ready. Try not to shoot Will. He’s grumpy enough already.”

It was difficult to steady my hands as I laughed, but I forced myself to get it together. Following his directions slowly and carefully, I steadied the gun with my arms out in front of me. I exhaled and fired. The bullet tore through the bull’s-eye.

“Well done!” Nathaniel said with a smile. “For you, a target this close should be no trouble. Let’s do some more difficult targets.”

I surprised myself with how much fun I had as Nathaniel taught me how to shoot, and after emptying a couple of clips, I was getting pretty good.

“So, Will,” I said, turning to face him. “What happens if I trade in my Khopesh swords for a shotgun?”

He stared at me, gauging how serious I was. “Then the world ends. Bullets don’t come with angelfire, sorry to say.”

“That’s too bad,” I said. “Guns are effective against zombies, but not reapers?”

I was rewarded with a little smile. “Real life is a lot different from movies and video games.”

“Hey, now,” Nathaniel said. “Guns can be very effective. Just not as effective as Ellie’s swords. But imagine what we could do with an angelfire flamethrower.”

At that moment, something prickled across my senses and I looked to the sky. Ava pulled out of the Grim midflight, her dark silver wings stretched out gloriously as she landed in the snow. Her hair was tousled from flight, but she still managed to be beautiful. She moved right past Nathaniel and me.

“Will,” she said. “I have a lead. I think I know what Bastian is looking for that might break the Enochian spell.”

Will snapped to attention and got to his feet, his expression serious. “Is he close to getting it?”

She shook her head. “I don’t know. Last night I caught a demonic reaper in Birmingham who I know deals in magical items. He told me, after some persuasion and a lot of his blood on the ground, that Bastian came to him looking for a necklace.”

“A necklace?” I asked. “How is a necklace going to break an angelic spell? Unless he just wants to wear it so he can look pretty…”

“It’s a relic,” she said, giving me a very unamused look.

That was a word I recognized. Relics were very powerful magical items that could be used to give the possessor massive power, as a key to unlock something, or to summon an angel or one of the Fallen. The possibilities were many and terrifying.

“He’s not looking for
my
necklace, right?” I asked Ava. I touched the pendant below my collarbone, and the carved wings felt warm and gave off an electrical hum against my fingertips. It was a strange piece, and I couldn’t remember where it had come from, but I felt naked and empty when I wasn’t wearing it—like the necklace was a part of me. There was something more to my winged necklace, but I just didn’t know what exactly.

Ava shook her head. “No, this is something different, a well-known relic of great power.”

“This could be what Bastian’s new vir are searching for,” I said. “They sound like your worst nightmare, from what Cadan told me. He said they were after a key of some sort to break the Enochian spell on the sarcophagus. This relic may be powerful enough to do it.”

“We have to find this relic before Bastian does,” Nathaniel said.

“Do you know where it is?” Will asked.

“I recognized the necklace the demonic reaper described,” Ava explained. “And I’m pretty sure I know exactly what he’s talking about. It’s protected by an angelic reaper I know.”

“A relic guardian?” Will asked.

She nodded curtly. “His name is Zane, and he may not be so willing to part with it, but it would be wise if we hid the relic in an even more secure place or perhaps destroyed it. Bastian is getting too close.”

“How well acquainted are you with this relic guardian?” Nathaniel asked.

She smiled darkly. “He won’t be pleased to see me.”

“Old enemies?” I asked.

“Old lovers.”

“Oh.” I shut my mouth after that.

“Do you need help convincing him to hand it over?” Will asked.

“Yes,” Ava said. “If the Preliator is with me, then he will have to forfeit the relic.”

I was not keen on going anywhere alone with Ava. I still wasn’t entirely convinced of her loyalties. “Do you mean we’re going tonight?”

She shook her head. “It’s too risky to go after dark. We’ll wait until the sun rises tomorrow and the demonic aren’t active.”

“I have school, though,” I said. “Which, unfortunately, takes precedence over me hanging out with you shiesty reapers.”

She shrugged. “That’s fine, then. I understand. Zane must recognize Will as the Preliator’s Guardian and accept that Will would be acting on your behalf.”

“Ava’s right,” Will said. “I’m as good as having Ellie there. He won’t be able to refuse me.”

I didn’t like the idea of Will going with Ava any more than I wanted to go with her. I looked pleadingly at Nathaniel, who offered a small, sympathetic smile back. I wanted to beg Will not to go with her, but I didn’t want to be a brat. He could take care of himself, and I trusted him. It was
her
I didn’t trust.

“I have to leave,” I said abruptly, and stomped back toward the house. “Thank you for everything, Nathaniel.”

“Ellie,” called Will’s voice behind me.

I ignored him and kept going, but he caught up to me as I climbed the deck stairs. He looked up at me from the bottom step and touched my sleeve.

“Ellie,” he said again, turning me around to face him. I looked down at him and chewed on my bottom lip.

“What?” I asked a little too sharply.

“I know what’s wrong.”

“Good job, Sherlock.” What was
wrong
with me? I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

“If you tell me not to go, then I won’t,” he said. “She can take Nathaniel.”

“No,” I said. “I’m sorry. It’s important that you go in my place. I’m just being… I don’t know. Just ignore me.” I continued to climb the stairs, but he took my arm a little more firmly and pulled me back.

His gaze was gentle and I melted inside. “I’m not going to ignore you.”

“I didn’t mean it literally,” I said, unable to repress the smile that grew with my words. Even with those pleading puppy-dog eyes, he was the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen.

“I know,” he said, his hand softening around my arm, his thumb stroking gently, comfortingly. “But I meant what I said. I don’t want to upset you.”

“I’m not upset,” I lied. “I know how childish I’m acting over the whole thing, but I can’t help it.”

He smiled, taking my breath away. “It’s the same reason I disliked Landon when I first met him.”

I almost laughed. “He’s not that bad.”

“I thought there might be something between you two,” he confessed. “Because he wanted you.”

My smile faded. “And Ava doesn’t want you?”

“No, I’m very sure she doesn’t.”

I took a nervous breath and my lips trembled. “That’s impossible.”

He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t look away either. My pulse pounded heavier and heavier with each passing moment, and I ached from the tension. If Ava and Nathaniel hadn’t been staring at us from across the lawn, then … I don’t know what I would have done. But standing there without moving, looking at him as he touched me, was killing me.

“Good-bye, Will,” I said, and backed farther up the stairs.

“Good-bye.”

He didn’t break eye contact with me until I turned at the top of the stairs and let myself into the house.

I stopped channel surfing when I found one of MTV’s trashy reality shows, and frankly, it just made me feel more hostile than I already was. I sat on the floor of Kate’s room with my back up against her bed. She lay on her stomach above me, running her fingers through my hair and braiding and twisting random locks. The feeling was soothing and almost enough to make me forget about Ava’s intrusion and the stupid show I was watching on TV.

“I love your hair,” Kate said as she wound a thick piece of it into a doughnut on top of my head. “Do you remember when we were little and I used to call you Ariel from
The Little Mermaid
?”

“Yeah.” I changed the channel. Now it was some show on convicts in prison. Mild improvement, but surprisingly less violent than the girls fighting over some jerk on the last channel.

“And then all you wanted for months was a purple bra, even though we were too young for even training bras. You drove your mom crazy, so she bought you one anyway.”

“That purple training bra was amazing.” I grimaced at the TV as an inmate described the crime that had landed him in a maximum security prison.

Kate sighed as she yanked on another chunk of my hair. “And now push-up bras are amazing. It’s incredible how the world turns.”

I winced at the pain. “I’ll trade my hair for your boobs.”

“Never mind,” Kate said. “I don’t want your hair that bad.”

“I thought I’d just throw it out there.”

“I love you.”

“I know.”

“Why are you so crotchety tonight?” She tugged even harder on my hair, and my head tilted back to look up at her.

“Because you’re pulling my hair, schizoid.”

“But it’s so pretty. What are you watching on my TV? I didn’t approve this.”

“I have no clue, but I think that guy killed three other inmates. He’s kind of hot in a homicidal sociopath kind of way.” I changed the channel again.

“Ew. You
would
like that. Wait—does this mean Will’s tats are legit prison ink? Is there something you need to tell me?”

I let out a very loud, obnoxious snort as I tried to keep myself from laughing hysterically. “No, trust me. And I don’t have a thing for guys in prison. Stop reading into everything like a shrink.”

Kate smoothed my hair back out as straight as it would go. “So are you going to answer me? You’re only getting more crotchety.”

“I’m only crotchety for the same reason you’re crotchety,” I confessed.

She made a noise under her breath. “So does it have something to do with Will? You didn’t have sex with him, did you?”

I almost choked on my tongue. “
No
, no. He still hasn’t even kissed me since … So, he has this really old friend, and she’s gorgeous, and she keeps popping up.”

“Ew, old as in cougar old?”

Well, that was relative. What was a few decades to a reaper? “No, they’ve just been friends for a long time.”

“
Ruh-roh
. Did they date?”

I sighed. “He swears they never did, but she’s freaking gorgeous and there’s no reason why every guy on the planet wouldn’t want to be with her. I trust Will, but I can’t help feeling so awful about it.”

“Sounds like you’re jealous.”

“I know I am, Dr. Phil. Please don’t tell me I’m paying you by the hour.”

“Shut up. That just means you still love him and you don’t want to see him with anyone else. Totally reasonable.”

“I hate to admit it, but she’s actually kind of cool,” I said, thinking of our last fight against the nycterids. “I didn’t like her at first, but I respect her.”

“You still don’t trust her, though.”

“No. And she and Will are hanging out tomorrow.”

She got a little rougher with my hair in surprise. “Whoa, what?”

“It’s a school project thing,” I assured her. “But I still feel all … yuck.”

“
I
would tail them,” she blurted.

“What do you mean?”

“Find out where they’re going,” she said. “This chick obviously wants to move in on him. Don’t you want to know if there’s something going on between them? You can see for yourself.”

That was an idea. A potentially bad one, but she was right. If I had the chance to spy on Will and Ava alone together, then I could see once and for all if they liked each other. There was just one little problem. “But I have school.”

Kate leaned over me and winked. “Leave it to me, lover.”

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