“Yes, it does.”
Angelique studied Ryder. He’d been quiet, and she understood why. She couldn’t even offer him comfort. What could she say? It was hard for her to comprehend all this, and yet it was now part of her life. “Do you ever get used to it?”
He reached out and smoothed his hand over her hair. “To what?”
“Death.”
“Some parts of it, yes. Losing friends. . no. It always hurts, but it’s part of what we do. Any one of us could die, Angie. It’s the vow we take. We’ll die defending our world against the Sons of Darkness.”
She blinked back tears, not sure what she’d signed on for. And yet, the man she loved was deeply embroiled in this life, and she wanted to be with him.
“If you can’t handle it-”
She reached up, ran her palm over the rough stubble of his unshaven jaw. “I can handle anything as long as I’m with you. If it’s a day, a month, a year, forever. Whatever it is, I’ll deal with it.”
He leaned in, brushed his lips across hers. “You give me strength I didn’t know I had.”
She smiled. “You were always strong.”
“Not that kind of strength. The kind to believe in myself. I’ll always take care of you.”
“I know you will. And I’ll take care of you. Right here.” She moved her palm to his heart.
He touched his forehead to hers, and Angelique had her first few moments of feeling content in what seemed like a very long time.
Then she pulled back. “So when you met with Michael, did he discuss Dalton and Isabelle? Any word on them yet?”
He frowned. “No. And I need to tell you something.”
His tone sounded ominous. “Okay.”
“Dalton was instructed to take Isabelle away from the church and graveyard.”
“Yes.”
“To destroy her.”
Dread filled her. “No.” She’d refused to think that’s why her sister and Dalton had disappeared. Dalton wouldn’t have killed Izzy. Not him.
“They had no choice. Isabelle had become a full demon. They didn’t want to eliminate her in front of you. She was a threat to the Realm, Angie.”
The logical part of her understood that had been an option, but the emotional side that loved her sister no matter what railed against the thought of it.
She hated asking the question, but she had to know. Her voice, thick with unshed tears, wavered. “Is Izzy dead?”
Ryder dragged her onto his lap. “Not that we’re aware of. They can’t find Dalton. They tracked his cell phone to just outside the church grounds. He must have tossed it.”
Of course. Hope leaped inside her like a sparking flame. “He couldn’t do it, could he?”
“My guess is that he wasn’t able to follow through on his orders to kill her. He stopped me from hitting her with laser fire when she was holding you.”
She leaned back. “You would have destroyed Isabelle?”
His gaze never wavered. “If it came to a choice between you and your sister, then there was no choice. I would have killed her to save your life.”
She couldn’t fault Ryder for putting her first above everyone else, even Isabelle. He loved her that much. “Thank you.”
“But Dalton asked me to wait, said he could get through to her. My guess is he still thinks that.”
“But the Realm doesn’t know where he is?”
Ryder shook his head. “Michael doesn’t have a sense of their location. Dalton’s gone underground, and I’m sure he has Isabelle with him.”
“They’re going to hunt for them, aren’t they?”
Ryder nodded. “Yes. They have to. Dalton disobeyed a Realm order. And the Realm still considers Isabelle a danger.”
“And when they locate them?”
He swept her hair away from her face. “I don’t know, darlin’. I guess that depends on what they discover when they find Dalton and Isabelle.”
At least she had hope. Isabelle wasn’t dead. Somehow, she’d know if Izzy was gone. “Maybe I can help.”
Ryder’s brows lifted. “You want to help find her?”
“I have to know, one way or the other.”
“What if it’s bad?”
