|Isn't she lovely!?|
“I doubt any of the elves are going to be willing to give up limb or life.” Del kept her voice flat, and let the others wonder if she was being sarcastic or not.
“No, no they’re not.” Freyja tapped her finger against her chin. “Well, perhaps. Perhaps if it meant a permanent peace with the Throne. Perhaps if it was placed to them as a choice to save all of us. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. But unless I was certain of it, I wouldn’t put it to any of them based on perhaps. Even then, I won’t ask it of them.”
“I suspect a want ad is right out?” Del said and smirked.
“That only leaves us mortals.” Jane shrugged inside her black leather jacket. “I have a feeling that Del, at least, isn’t going down that path.”
“I’m only half-mortal.” Del gave Jane a quick wink. “Even if I were to consider it, Ahadiel would be . . . let’s see, what’s more angry than furious?”
“Maddened?” Jane held up her hand and touched each finger in turn. “Infuriated? A raging, boiling train of wrath and destruction on corybantic tracks steaming toward explosive black vengeance?”
“Corybantic?” Del asked.
“It means unrestrained frenzy.” Jane’s smile was all warmth.
Del snapped her fingers and pointed at Jane.
“Yeah, that.” She pointed at Jane a second time for emphasis.
“Even for a little blood? Angels deal in death as much as life.” Freyja made her voice light, and teasing, as if she weren’t serious, but there was a current of desperation underneath her tone that said she was.
Del looked back at her.
“It’s sorta in his job description. It’s pretty much the first line. Mortals can kill themselves and each other all they want, but letting any demons, or half-mortals use their lives for illicit rites of power is right out. Only the Throne gets that option.”