The slitted black pupils of Venom’s eyes narrowed as he considered her. “I thought you were a princess.”

“You should know that an archangel’s court is far more dangerous than the streets of New York.” She picked up the box before he could and took it, very carefully, into the sunshine. Making her way around to the side totally hidden from Guardian, she placed the box on a clear patch of grass a good fifty feet from the temple, on the theory that she didn’t want the walls collapsing on top of her. “Go stand in the distance.”

A raised eyebrow. “I think not.”

“Don’t be foolish,” she said, deciding she liked Venom not only because he was Jason’s friend, but because he looked at her as if she were the dangerous creature. “If something does happen to me, you’ll be unaffected and able to summon help. Or would you rather be injured at the same time?”

His lips curved. “That logic holds if I’m the one to open the box.”

“True—but I have a higher chance of survival.”

“I doubt it.” He folded his arms. “You might be an angel, but I’m stronger than you are. And Jason is stronger than both of us.”

Yes, and I will not have him hurt, no matter if that is a silly emotional decision. “So you’d wait for him?” When he didn’t reply, she said, “Yes, that’s what I thought. This box was meant for me, Venom. I’ll allow no one else to open it”—to be hurt—“and you can’t follow me in to the sky should I take off with it. Wouldn’t you rather I stay here?”

Another hard stare. “Obviously, I need to study princesses further.” With that, he turned on his heel and jogged to crouch behind a large rock.

Going to her knees, she undid the ribbon after examining it for hidden wires, realizing as she did so that the box wasn’t wrapped in gold foil—the cardboard was actually painted the metallic shade, so once she had the ribbon off, all she had to do was lift the lid. “Venom! Do you see any branches nearby?” There was a tree not far from him.

“Wait.” A minute later, he threw over a sturdy branch at least four feet long. “I’m happy to know you’re not suicidal.”

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No, I plan to live, to love, to fly . . . and if he’ll let me, dance again with a spymaster with wings of jet. “Here I go.” Flattening her body to the ground to ameliorate the impact of any blast, she reached out with the stick and flicked the lid off.

Nothing happened.

Blowing out a trembling breath, she got up and padded closer, aware of Venom jogging across to join her. Both of them stared at what lay within the box before Venom crouched down. “Nothing smells off.” He held up a hand when she would’ve reached for the object. “Wait, let me make sure it’s not sitting on something.”

Mahiya waited, patient, until he nodded at her to go ahead.

“Seems you have a secret admirer,” he murmured as she examined the fluffy pink teddy bear with white paws and face. “Maybe I scared him off.”

“Perhaps.” She searched the whole toy, but could find no hidden compartment. “I admit this is so strange a thing I have no idea what to make of it. Maybe Jason will.”

“If I might suggest that I carry it down.”

“Yes, it’s better if I’m not seen with it. If you are, it’ll be assumed you’re courting a lover.”

“I have a reputation, it seems.” A statement smooth as silk, but for the bite of it.

“I’d have to be blind not to notice your sensuality.” Dangerous and languid at the same time. “I’m fairly certain you don’t ever have to go to an empty bed unless you choose it.” Regardless of the eerie “otherness” of his eyes.

“Careful”—taking the box and its cargo, he rose, the movement liquid with grace—“you’ll make Jason jealous.”

“Do not let this crush you, but you aren’t my type.” Though she framed it as a joke, the fact was, she saw Neha too deeply in Venom. His eyes were of her creatures, his movements the same—and that was why she said what she did next, for she refused to allow Neha to spoil the friendships she might make. “I do think we’ll be wonderful friends.”

A single raised eyebrow, sophisticated cool in his next words. “We will?”

“Of course. Admit it, you already rather like me even if I did win our argument.”

A faint twitch of Venom’s lips. “When I first met you, I couldn’t understand the attraction, but I do believe Jason has met his match.”

It took effort to keep her tone steady. “I’m going into the city for a short time. I’ll see you when I return to the fort.” It was a fuzzy memory at best, from over two years ago, but if she was right, there was a slim chance it might provide them with an answer of some kind.

Venom scowled. “Jason gave me strict orders to keep you safe.”

Her heart hitched at the direct confirmation of her guess. Some women might have chafed at the protectiveness, but for Mahiya, who had never mattered much to anyone, such a thing was no unwanted chain, but a welcome indication of care. That didn’t mean she intended to stop thinking for herself. “It’s daylight,” she said, “I don’t plan to linger in any dark alleys and will in fact be in a busy market district.”

“Some princess,” Venom muttered, but dug in his pocket to retrieve a cell phone. “This is a spare. I’m inputting my number and Jason’s. Call if you have any problems.”

A few minutes later, she swept down over the city. Her target was a sunny yellow building with an old but gleaming treadle sewing machine in the window and a dusty child in short pants playing on the doorstep.

His eyes widened at the sight of Mahiya. He was off like a shot the next instant, running into the house yelling, “Ma! Ma!”

Making no effort to hide her smile, Mahiya waited politely on the street, aware of other shopkeepers poking their heads out of small storefronts and/or workshops, and of customers congregating on doorsteps across the narrow lane. Six or seven shops down, a camel chewed cud, while his owner fiddled with a saddle that bore little silver bells and pretended not to watch Mahiya.

Angels filled the skies of this city, but an angel in this street of the market district was a rare thing. It wasn’t snobbery that kept her kind away, for angels were as curious as mortals when it came to exploring a city’s hidden byways. It was because the shops here were tiny, with no room for wings. The only reason Mahiya even knew about this particular one was that the owner had been invited to showcase her goods at the fort in a trade exhibition.




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