But what condition would they be in? Kyra had been fiercely protected by a devoted brother. Ava had never known she was anything but human. Malachi hoped that finding Ava’s grandmother would give them a larger picture, especially regarding why she’d been targeted by two fallen archangels.
“You ready?” he asked her.
“Yes.”
Luis Martin had called ahead and given the hospital permission to allow Ava and Malachi to visit. He’d also warned them that, from all reports, Ava Rezai was uncommunicative.
“Rezai,” Ava mused as they parked in the gravel-lined oval in front of the house. “Persian?”
“I believe so.”
“Jasper’s Persian?”
Malachi shrugged. “His coloring is ambiguous. And we don’t know. He could have taken after his father.”
“Who is a complete mystery.” She took a deep breath and unbuckled her seatbelt. “Shall we go visit Grandma?”
He took her hand, seeing through the bravado immediately. “You realize she might not speak. We might get nothing from her. And if we don’t, we will continue on.”
“We’ll confirm she’s kareshta, though. We’ll be able to tell, don’t you think?”
“I do.” Her hand was so small in his. Such energy, such life in so small a person. “I love you. I’m very proud of you.”
She squeezed his palm with her fingers. “Say that after I’ve made it out of here without embarrassing myself with tears.”
And without another word, she opened the door.
Cold wind whipped around them as they walked up the path. Gravel crunched under their feet and Malachi could smell snow in the air. Before they reached the large wooden doors, one swung open and a woman dressed in a sage-green uniform waved them in.
“Ms. Matheson, yes?”
“Thank you,” Ava said, stepping through the doorway and brushing her hair back where it had tangled around her face. “Yes, I’m here to see Ava Rezai.”
“Of course. We were expecting you. This is good! Ms. Rezai doesn’t receive many visitors.”
Malachi followed them, touching Ava’s arm as the woman—who looked like a nurse of some kind—led them farther into the entryway. There was a fire burning in a massive stone hearth, and two women sat near it, one in a soft white robe, the other in another of the green uniforms. Both were knitting and speaking softly. Past the large living area, a sunroom looked out over a clear blue pool and manicured grounds. Two men were sitting at a small table playing chess, one a patient, another an orderly or nurse of some kind.
Ava’s eyes swept the room, searching for a sign of her grandmother.
“Ms. Matheson?”
“Please, call me Ava.”
The nurse motioned down a wood-paneled hallway. “Ms. Rezai is not in the common area. Can I show you to the doctor’s office? He wanted to speak to you before you see her.”
Ava nodded. “Of course.” She held out her hand and Malachi took it. Her skin was ice-cold.
They walked down the hall following the nurse, but Malachi didn’t let his guard drop. There was something foreign in this place. Some energy teased his senses. Perhaps it was the echo of Ava’s grandmother, but he didn’t think so.
The nurse left them alone in a large office.
“It’s nice,” Ava said. “The house, I mean. It’s beautiful here.”
“It is.”
“I guess if he was going to lock her up, it’s good he put her someplace nice.”
Malachi tucked a curl of hair behind her ear as they took seats in front of a large oak desk. “Don’t think of it that way. It’s possible she’s been too damaged by the world. This place is quiet. Do you hear much?”
“No.” She shook her head. “I listened when we first walked in, and I was worried the people here would be so sick their voices would freak me out, but it’s not bad. Pretty quiet, really.”
“See? This might be a restful place for her. Think of it as another kind of haven like Sarihöfn.”
“Do you think—” She turned when the door opened and froze.
Malachi followed her eyes.
The unobtrusive form of Dr. Sadik stood in the doorway.
“Hello, Ava.”
Malachi was on his feet in an instant, only to be pinned to the wall by the power of the Fallen.
Ava said, “Put him down, Jaron.”
“Tell your mate not to try to attack me. It is annoying.”
“You could have given us a bit of a warning. What did you do to the human doctor?”
“He is resting in another office,” Jaron said, still wearing the appearance of the psychologist Ava had been seeing in Istanbul. He waved a hand toward Malachi.
He slumped down the wall at once, the pressure at his throat gone in an instant.
Jaron sat behind the human doctor’s desk and spread his hands. “So you know.”
Ava sat in the chair in front of the desk, glaring at the Fallen who’d been shadowing her for months.
“Yeah, I know. So that was the big secret? That the Fallen have daughters?”
“Trust me, it is a secret we have endeavored to hide for thousands of years.”
Malachi stood behind Ava. He had no interest in sitting with the angel.
“Why?” Ava asked.
“They’re uncontrollable. Unbalanced. Most do not have the physical strength of their brothers, so they’re not useful. They’ve always been a problem for us, and they’re considered a weakness.”