“Oh yes.”
The Grigori stood in a rage, realizing his free will had only been an illusion. “No!”
Sirius stood next to him, his eyes tormented. “Why? We thought he was dead. Why would our father—”
“Calm yourselves.” Vasu waved a hand at them. “Your sire has no intention of building his army again. He has other purposes in mind.”
“He and Jaron want to return to heaven, don’t they?” Ava asked quietly. “Jaron told me. ‘I will tear the threads of heaven to return.’ That’s what he told me in a vision.”
“Did he?” Vasu asked, all innocence.
It was a disturbing expression on a fallen angel.
“What is their plan?” Malachi asked. “How is Volund a part of it? What do they aim to do?”
Vasu looked him straight in the eye and said, “I have no idea.”
And Malachi knew he was lying.
Rage boiled up. Months of frustration at being used like a pawn. Weeks of uncertainty, knowing his mate was in danger and being forced to rely on one of his mortal enemies to protect her.
Malachi flew out of his seat with a roar, only to find the chair Vasu had occupied completely empty. He spun, but the angel was already standing behind Kostas and Sirius. Bending down, he kissed both their foreheads then, with a wink at Ava, he disappeared.
Everybody in the room was frozen, then the shouts all came at once.
“And these are our allies?” Gabriel yelled at Damien.
“What did he mean? Does this mean Barak—”
“—how many Grigori is that? Are we supposed to fight with them?”
“—not know Jaron was speaking to Ava. Directly to her?”
“We still have no idea—”
Mala’s staff crashed down on middle of the dining room table, and she threw out an angry sign.
Everyone fell silent again.
“That means ‘Shut up,’” Ava said. “I know that one.”
Orsala stood. “First things first. Damien, you are the oldest scribe in the room. Can you detect any scent of Grigori on our new… friends?”
Damien leaned closer, staring at Sirius and Kostas. Then he closed his eyes, stroked long fingers up his forearm to activate his magic, and inhaled one long breath.
“Nothing,” he said, opening his eyes. “Not even with my talesm. They smell human.”
Gabriel also leaned forward. “Astonishing.”
“Well, he is an angel,” Ava muttered. “Just kind of a weird one.”
Sirius said, “Vasu was always known as a trickster. His sons are moody and unpredictable, but they worship him as a god.”
“It’s true,” Kostas said. “He annoyed my father. His sons are madmen, but if Vasu calls them, they’ll come without question.”
Orsala said, “He’s cloaked you for now. It’s possible he’s cloaked all his children. He mentioned Barak’s children and his own. Can we assume Jaron’s Grigori will be joining us as well?”
Everyone looked at Kostas. He shrugged. “Most of my father’s children follow me now. I’ve killed those who wouldn’t. Jaron’s children are more mixed. The majority fled east after he lost Istanbul. A few tried to seek refuge with us, but we turned them away.”
“Why?” Leo asked. “Wouldn’t more free Grigori help your cause?”
“They weren’t free, because I knew Jaron wasn’t dead,” Sirius said.
“How?” Ava asked.
Malachi returned to her side.
“Because he’s been feeding me power for nearly fifty years,” Kostas admitted.
Malachi saw Ava’s eyes widen.
“Me as well,” Sirius said. “Our father disappeared. Jaron was his closest ally. We had both stopped feeding from human women. We would have died without Jaron’s help and the help of our sisters. We don’t have longevity spells as you do. We’re getting older.”
Malachi didn’t see it in their faces, but he saw it in their eyes. Both men looked exhausted.
“Jaron also directed kareshta to us through a doctor in Istanbul. Most had been living in the human world. They thought they were mad. We took them in if we could or found other safe places for them.”
Interesting. Kostas appeared clueless that the “doctor” who’d been sending women to them was Jaron himself.
“Even after Istanbul, we knew Volund hadn’t killed him,” Sirius said. “He’s one of the most powerful archangels in existence. But his children will never be free until he is dead. We could never trust that they were acting of their own will and not their father’s.”
Malachi felt Ava shiver at his side.
Though they couldn’t affect her will, Ava would never be free until both Jaron and Volund were gone from the earthly realm.
Jaron wanted to kill Volund. Jaron wanted to return to heaven. If both those things were accomplished, Malachi’s mate would be truly free.
Malachi said, “I don’t know about his children, but for now our purposes align with Jaron’s. So what can we do to help him?”
“Wait for the Irina council to reform,” Sari said. “Then reveal the truth about the kareshta. And about Kostas and his brothers.”
More silence as they took in Sari’s words.
“Many will resist seeing them as allies,” Max said. “Some will find it impossible.”
Damien said, “Then we deal with that when it occurs. If the armies of three angels are descending on Vienna, then Mikhael’s blood will rise. The Irin here are sleeping, not dead. They will take their allies as they come.”