I glared at him as he stood beside Trinity. There had been no flash of light this time. One second he wasn’t there; the next he was. It was kinder on the retinas, I had to say. Trinity himself took four steps back when the angels appeared, to put himself firmly where he belonged—in the shadow of Heaven’s hand. “No,” I contradicted. “Thank me. I’m the only one doing the heavy lifting of the three of us. So how about a little prayer of gratitude aimed in my direction.”
“Blasphemy.” Trinity murmured the accusation more harshly than he had days ago.
Oriphiel wasn’t as upset. Why be upset with the ant that waves its antennae at you in rage when you crush his hill? How pointless. “You do as you were created to do. If you find the Light, it’s only because Heaven wishes you to find the Light. How amusing you think yourself that important. You exist only to do Heaven’s work. Or you can choose Hell, if you haven’t already with this pitiful life. As you said, you have free will.” His smile was carved with an ice pick. He made the ever-frozen Trinity seem like a raging bonfire. “As much as we would like the Light, I cannot help but hope you’ve chosen the latter. Writhing in hellfire, devoured by a demon, that seems as right for you as a serpent-tainted apple.”
Could you call someone a prick if he didn’t actually manifest one when he was on Earth? Ah well, if the sentiment was there . . . “Don’t be a prick if you don’t have one to back it up with.” I pushed the chair back and stood. “As for the original tattletale crying to Daddy, it’s a shame God came up with man before he did spines. Must’ve been a lot of flopping around in the garden for a while.
“And if you think we’re going yet, you had better pull up a bar stool and wait. If you want more wine, you’ll have to go somewhere else. I’m not serving you. Or you.” I added those two words in address to Trinity. “Until my friends are back, I’m not going anywhere. Oh, and Mr. Trinity?” I said as I passed him. “My friends aren’t your friends anymore and they haven’t been for a while. I’m sure you’ve been around long enough to block telepathic or empathic probes, but my boys aren’t stupid. They fight demons because it’s right. They worked for you to accomplish that, but they learned over the years.”
“Learned what?” he said stonily.
“That Oriphiel isn’t the only prick in town.”
When I reached the phone, I hit REDIAL and pretended to order a pizza into another wretched voice mail recording. Not much in the way of breakfast food and I hoped the son of a bitch actually sent one as a cover story. As much as Eli had angered me right now, he was the only demon I could get in contact with. Solomon had, much like a married man, never left his number and his club was still burned to the ground, so no go there. I didn’t want to be standing with Griffin and Zeke at the Light’s last clue if Eden House went postal, the three of us surrounded by the holy choir—Heaven’s wrath on one side, Trinity’s blazing Eden House shotguns on the other.
Eligos was trying to mess with my head with the fear that he had Leo. I knew he didn’t have Leo. That didn’t change the fact that I’d known the demon was a killer all along, but if he followed us to Rhyolite, at least that would be one more knife up our sleeve. I didn’t have to like Eli. In fact, I could despise him for the murdering monster he was. It didn’t change the fact that I could also use him and respect what he brought to the table. I’d seen Oriphiel’s face when Eli had whispered in his ear. The angel was afraid of the demon, which made Eli serious shit, a deadly weapon, and a good advantage. As long as I didn’t forget he didn’t care whom he killed to get the Light—angels, humans, or me.
As for Solomon? Who knew? He’d tell you he cared, that he didn’t want to kill, but would that stop him?
Sooner or later, I would find out.
Zeke and Griffin arrived back from burying the finger about two hours later, an hour after the pizza had shown up. It was a double garlic anchovy special. Eli—smugness incarnate. Too bad for him that I rather liked garlic and I loved anchovies. It did keep Trinity, Goodman—who’d shown up not long after the angels—and the other two Eden Housers at a distance. The angels kept their distance as well, but I doubted it had anything to do with the pizza. It could’ve been any number of things. Some angels, like Oriphiel, had superiority complexes and considered humans just a bundle of walking sin waiting to happen. Others were mystified by the entire mammal experience; still others were following orders of middle management . . . there to do the job and not get involved with the natives. It was the rare angel that wanted to hang around and chat. They existed, but you didn’t often see them with Eden Housers.
These angels took a table in the corner, folded their hands, and froze into three identical positions. Com muning silently with one another over the plan or taking a nap. Who knew? The only difference between the other two and Oriphiel was eye color. Oriphiel’s were as silver as his hair. The angel to his right had pale brown eyes and the one to his left dark blue. The rest was the same: faces, suits, hair. Like a cluster of Stepford Angels, which made me think Oriphiel was the sole middle-management angel of the group. The other two were there for orders only. No equal, free-will birds here to divide the glory with. It was all for Oriphiel . . . oh, and Heaven too.
Oriphiel was so much more like humans than he ever knew. I didn’t see Trinity sharing any of the information about the Light with the other Houses or there would be out-of-state Trinitys here. It spoke volumes that there weren’t.
“Fuck,” Zeke said succinctly at the sight of Trinity and the angels. Swatting in annoyance at Lenny who was perched on his shoulder, tugging at the random stray copper strand, he repeated it. “Fuck.”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself.” I sighed, then nodded at the now-cold pizza. “Want a slice? Keep the vampires away.”
“Vampires do not fear garlic.” One of the angels had come out of his coma.
Griffin frowned. “Don’t go there. There are no such things as vampires. Demons are enough, all right? So shut up about any damn vampires.” He was right. For Griffin, demons were more than enough evil in this world. It would be cruel, with the loss of his brothers and sisters in arms to tell him differently. He didn’t need to know and it wouldn’t do him any good, not now.
Griffin’s mood, normally easygoing, had not improved with the burial detail or what he saw before him. “And for that matter, why the hell do you bother to show up now? The House is gone. Most everyone’s dead. If you can’t show up when we need you, why do you come down here slumming with your dirty servants at all?”
Zeke shook his head as Lenore flew off to pick at what was left of the pizza. “Leo.” He retwisted his braid that the bird had done his best to destroy. “You should tell him.”
Tell him how I knew Leo was safe. Griffin needed that. He needed one less of his friends to be dead. But I couldn’t tell him how I knew. Leo had been in on my plan for a long time now. He wouldn’t want me endangering it with loose lips about where he might be. I could do something else for Griffin though. Hopefully it would be enough. “Griffin.” I turned him away from the angels of whom his opinion seemed to drop drastically. He was losing it all. His House. His friends. His faith. “Griffin,” I repeated. “I can’t tell you where Leo is or how I know he’s safe, but touch me. Know that I’m telling you the truth.”
He focused on me. “You’d let me?”
“You deserve it and you need it, so go on.” I dropped my shield just a fraction, the one I’d long ago built up against telepaths and empaths. I waited until I felt the lightest of touches as he felt the truth.
He smiled, weary face relieved. “He is all right. You do know.”
“I do.” I smiled, just as I slammed the shield back up in time to have an angel’s psychic probe hit and bounce off. One of the silver boys winced as if he had a headache. “That’s what you get for trying to walk in uninvited,” I said with satisfaction. “It must just kill you that humans have it too: telepathy, empathy, and even other psychic talents you don’t have.” Fire starting didn’t mix well with feathers.