Rage and Redemption (Rebel Angels) (8 page)

“What does he believe you did? Why is he so angry?”

“I’ll speak with Gideon,” Gabriel evaded her question. “You
must
stay away from him.”

Naomi laughed. The thin, nervous sound was harsh even in her own ears. “I’ve tried to avoid him. He seeks me out. I knew he followed me that night, but he said you sent him to protect me.”

Brother Gabriel knelt beside her bed, capturing her icy fingers in the warm cradle of his hands. Naomi savored the familiar beauty of his face.

“Fear not, Naomi. I will not allow anything to harm you.”

For the first time in her life she doubted his assurance. “I think perhaps this time ’tis I who must protect you.” He looked so crestfallen at her words Naomi immediately regretted them. “Or perhaps we must work to protect each other.”

“Forces are at work here that you don’t understand,” he said. “I’m not sure if you’re even more powerless than I or if you’re the only glimmer of light left in his darkness. I don’t know how to advise you.”

“Especially when you love us both?” she guessed from the pain in his eyes.

He nodded stiffly.

“I am not afraid of Gideon.”

His gaze flew to hers and his expression hardened. “Nay. You must fear him. You must not trust him. You must suspect everything he tells you and everything he does.”

“I’m not a fool. I know what he’s about. His weapon is seduction and he wields it masterfully. He cares nothing for me. He wants only to torment you.”

Again he nodded yet his expression remained troubled.

“Go now,” she urged with a quick smile. “You’ll be late for Sext.”

With reluctance showing in every step he took, Gabriel finally left her side. Naomi pushed her hair off her forehead and tried to relax.

The thought of being completely overwhelmed by Gideon’s passion was not altogether unappealing. He stirred feelings in her she had never experienced before and part of her was eager to explore them more completely. She knew it was wrong. It was sinful and she must resist. The challenge lay in convincing her body to accept the dictates of her mind.

Gabriel would torture himself with guilt if he thought she’d been compromised because of him. Even if
she
didn’t find the possibility of being compromised nearly as distasteful as she should.

What if he never found out?

A secret thrill raced through her at the wicked thought. Nay, if she ever surrendered to temptation, Gideon would make sure Gabriel found out. Surrender was not an option.

With a frustrated sigh, Naomi turned her attention to her ankle. She tested its tolerance by moving it very slowly first up and down and then side to side. It was only as she bent it up at a similar angle to the one that caused the injury that she felt a painful protest.

“How does it feel?”

She glanced up from her foot to find Gideon standing beside her bed. She gasped. How had he moved so soundlessly? Had he sensed her improper thoughts? It was utterly impossible, and yet looking into his golden gaze it seemed almost probable.

Forces are at work here that you don’t understand.

Ignoring the echo of Brother Gabriel’s warning, she smiled at Gideon. “Better, but your brother still insists that I lie in bed like an invalid.”

His grim mouth parted in a spontaneous smile and Naomi felt her heart flutter. Why did she find him so appealing? With his long black hair pulled back from his face he appeared—well, mean. She should be frightened of him but she found him fascinating.

“What would you be doing were it not for my brother’s decree?”

“Working.” She flashed a conspirator’s smile. “
Cleaning
the scriptorium.”

He studied her for a long, silent moment. His strangely penetrating gaze caressed each of her features in turn.

“Gabriel told me to stay away from you. He’s concerned my interest in you is not in your best interest.”

“And is it?” she ventured.

He chuckled and his expression relaxed. “Probably not.”

“Then why do you continue to seek me out and why did you lie to me?”

“I enjoy your company and what did I lie about?”

She licked her lips and his gaze dropped to her mouth. It had not been her intention to draw his attention there. Still, an unexpected tingle crossed her lips as if he had touched them. “You told me Brother Gabriel sent you to find me. He told me he did not, so why were you following me?”

“Did I misinterpret what I interrupted? I thought you were relieved that I’d been following you.” His voice was deceptively calm.

“I want you to stop.”

“Following you?”

“Aye.” She shifted restlessly. “Following me, pursuing me. I want you to leave me alone.”

He shook his head, his gaze hot upon her face. “Nay, you do not. But this is neither the time nor the place to settle that particular debate. I want you to know that I spoke with Crispin.”

“Crispin?” She didn’t recognize the name.

“The man who accosted you. He offers his most sincere apologies and is willing to make them in person if that is your want.”

“I have no desire to ever see that man again.” She shuddered as his sneering face flashed through her memory. “How did he explain his behavior? Is it Crispin’s practice to force his attentions on whatever female happens to cross his path?”

“He will never lay a hand on you again.”

“And are all of the other women at the Krak to be offered the same assurance? There are women who welcome the attentions of men. It’s not necessary to force the ones who don’t.”

“We discussed the matter at great length, damsel. Crispin has seen the error of his ways.”

There was a certain humor in his tone, a hard sort of amusement that made Naomi curious. “Was this discussion perchance physical in nature?”

He grinned. “It did not begin so, but Crispin was slow to admit the magnitude of his mistake. I felt compelled to enlighten him.”

“I see.” The idea of Gideon thrashing the horrible creature had a certain appeal. Naomi found nothing else about the subject of interest. She’d been terrified and humiliated, and Gideon had witnessed it all. Still, if he hadn’t been following her… She didn’t even want to think about the outcome.

“I should go,” he said with obvious reluctance.

“How much longer will you be staying at the Krak?”

“Are you anxious to be rid of me?” he teased. “Or are you missing me already?”

* * * * *

Gideon prowled a darkened corner of the upper bailey near the high crenellated curtain wall. Glancing down at the missive crumpled within his fist, he mentally scrambled for a way to turn this situation to his advantage. It was too soon for an outright confrontation. He was not yet ready. Naomi was not sufficiently embroiled in the battle. Gabriel’s summons forced his hand.

Lifting his face to the moonlight, Gideon closed his eyes and carefully constructed Naomi’s image within his mind. His body responded with pulsing desire. Gideon groaned. This was ridiculous. Why did the mere thought of her set his heart to pounding and make his entire body ache? Refocusing his mind, he sent out a summons of his own, compelling Naomi to his side.

“I was not sure you would come,” Gabriel said.

Gideon opened his eyes. Gabriel stood before him, nearly concealed by the darkness. A smile parted Gideon’s lips at the irony. “What do you want?”

“I want you to stay away from Naomi,” Gabriel responded impatiently. “I know you visited her in the infirmary today.”

He could see little more than the darkened silhouette of his brother’s form, but Gabriel’s voice cracked with anger and determination.

“Did you honestly believe I would not?”

Gabriel stepped forward. A moonbeam silvered his features, revealing how they twisted with rage. Pleasure surged through Gideon. Where was the serene, ever-perfect “brother” so many had come to know?

His hand shook as he pointed a finger at Gideon. “You
will
leave her alone. I will not allow you to harm her.”

Gideon braced his legs apart and tested the spring in his knees. He flipped back his hair with a sharp toss of his head, clenching his hands into fists. “How do you intend to stop me?”

The golden shards in Gabriel’s eyes came alive. Gideon felt a responding rush within himself. If Gabriel wanted a fight, he’d be happy to oblige—but she wasn’t here yet. He could sense her moving through the night some distance away.

“Has Naomi come to any harm because of me?” he asked, prolonging the conversation.

“I’m not sure. I cannot manipulate minds as you do.” Gabriel’s gaze remained bright yet he made no move to attack. “How was her ankle twisted, Gideon? Was she running away from you?”

There she was! He could sense her presence as her unique energy pulsed through him. He kept his gaze fixed on Gabriel. “What did she tell you? How did she say she was injured?”

“I asked
you
. Have you touched her? What do you hope to gain by dishonoring her?”

Gideon had no intention of discussing his motivation with Naomi listening in the shadows. “Oh, I touched her and I tasted her. The sweetness still lingers on my tongue. I can hardly wait to taste more of her, to know the firm grip of her—”

Heaven’s light shot from Gabriel’s eyes, enveloping Gideon’s body. He staggered back, emitting a sound half hiss, half groan as pain shot along his nerve endings. He struggled within the light, fighting against the pain and the restraining pressure. Gabriel’s strength rivaled his own.

Gathering power into the center of his chest, Gideon concentrated and focused. He formed a dense, dark pulse in the palm of his hand and threw it at his brother. Gabriel flew backward like a leaf tossed upon the wind and collided with the castle wall.

“I will protect her,” Gabriel shouted as he struggled to his feet. “You cannot have her!”

Light shot from Gabriel’s fingertips, ripping through Gideon. Ten individual blades stabbed his flesh and seared his senses. Embracing the pain, drawing strength from his fury, Gideon strode to Gabriel and twisted his hands in his thick monastic robes. He lifted him and slammed him against the wall.

“You are powerless to—”

Gabriel shoved his wooden cross against Gideon’s chest.

Gideon screamed. He let go and stumbled back, panting harshly. A violent surge in his dark nature drove him to one knee. The beast within him wanted to tear out Gabriel’s throat and gorge on his blood but Naomi was watching. He couldn’t end this performance by savaging his brother!

“Stop it! Please stop.”

Springing to his feet, Gideon made sure Gabriel could see Naomi. Gideon’s fingernails dug painfully into his palms as he looked at her. Even in the moonlight her face looked drawn and colorless. She clutched her skirts, her eyes wide and frightened.

“Naomi,” Gabriel said, a wealth of tenderness and regret in the single word. “Fear not. We will not harm you.”

Gideon shot Gabriel a challenging smirk. “Do not make promises on my behalf.” He grabbed for Naomi’s arm. She shrieked and twisted away.

She huddled in the corner of the castle wall, her disbelieving gaze moved from him to Gabriel and back. “What…how did you… What
are
you?”

Gabriel took a cautious step toward her. She shrank away from him as well. Her entire body shook visibly and her eyes grew wild.