Beauty Awakened(The second book in the Angels of the Dark series)A novel by Gena Showalter
First, to my amazing new editor, Emily Ohanjanians, for taking me on and not vomiting when I explained my process.
To Marie, who takes care of me in so many ways!
To my mom and dad, for answering every single one of my book-related calls and never saying, This again? But we went over it yesterdayfor an hour.
To my agent Deidre Knight, for always having my back. Even when I say things like Soheres what I want to do next.
To Jia Gayles, for always being willing to help with promos.
And to Jill Monroe, for too many reasons to list.
God is good. All the time, God is good.
PROLOGUE
SEVEN-YEAR-OLD KOLDO sat as quietly as possible in the corner of the bedroom. His mother was brushing her hair, lovely dark ringlets spun with threads of the purest gold. She perched in front of the vanity, humming softly but excitedly, her smiling, freckled image reflected in an oval mirror. He couldnt help but watch her, fascinated.
Cornelia was one of the most beautiful creatures ever created. Everyone always said so. Her eyes were the palest violet, edged by lashes the same brown-and-gold mix as her hair. Her lips were heart-shaped, and her pale skin glowed as brightly as the sun.
With Koldos inky hair, dark eyes and deeply bronzed skin, he looked nothing like her. The only thing they had in common was their wings, and perhaps that was why he was so proud of the glittering white feathers cushioned by plush, amber down. They were his one redeeming feature.
Her humming suddenly ceased.
Koldo gulped.
Youre staring at me, she snapped, all hint of her smile gone.
He cast his gaze to the floor, as she preferred. Sorry, Momma.
I told you not to call me that. She slammed the brush onto the marble counter. Are you so foolish that youve already forgotten?
No, he replied softly. Everyone lauded her sweetness and gentleness as much as her beauty, and they were right to do so. She was generous with her praise and kind to everyone who approached hereveryone but Koldo. Hed always experienced a very different side of her. No matter what he did or said, she found fault. And yet, still he loved her with all of his heart. Hed only ever wanted to please her.
Hideous little creature, she mumbled as she stood, the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle drifting from her. The purple fabric of her robe danced at her ankles, the jewels sewn into the hem sparkling in the light. Just like your father.
Koldo had never met his father, had only ever heard about the man.
Evil.
Disgusting.
Repulsive.
Im having friends over, she said, flicking her hair over one shoulder. Youre to stay up here. Do you understand?
Yes. Oh, yes. He understood. If anyone caught sight of him, she would be embarrassed by his ugliness. She would rage. He would suffer.
She peered at him for a long while. Finally she growled, I should have drowned you in the bathtub when you were too young to fight back, and stomped from the room, the door slamming shut behind her.
The rejection cut bone deep, and he wasnt sure why. Shed said far worse countless times before.
Just love me, Momma. Please.
Maybe...maybe she couldnt. Not yet. Hope unfurled in his chest, and he raised his chin. Maybe he hadnt done enough to prove himself. Maybe if he did something special for her, she would finally realize he was nothing like his father. Maybe if he cleaned her room...and had a bouquet of fresh flowers waiting for her...and sang a song as she drifted to sleep... Yes! She would hug and kiss him in thanks, the way she often hugged and kissed the servants children.
Excited, Koldo folded the blankets he used for his pallet on the floor and jumped to his feet. He darted through the room, picking up the discarded robes and sandals, then fluffed the pillows strewn around the center rug, where Cornelia liked to relax and read.
He ignored the wall of weaponsthe whip, the daggers and the swordsand straightened the items on the vanity: the brush, the bottles of perfume, the creams for his mothers skin and the pungent-smelling liquid she liked to drink. He polished every necklace, bracelet and ring in her jewelry box.
By the time he finished, the room and everything in it glistened as though brand-new. He grinned, pleased with his efforts. She would appreciate all that hed donehe just knew it.
Now for the flowers.
Cornelia wanted him to stay here, and had he promised to obey her, he would have. But he hadnt promised. Hed told her only that he understood her desires. Besides, this was for her, all for her, and no one would see him. He would make sure of it.
He strode to the balcony, pushed open the double doors. Cool night air wafted over him. The palace was situated in a far realm of the lower heavens, neighbored by thousands of stars twinkling from an infinite expanse of black velvet. The moon was bright and high, a mere sliver curved into two upward points.
The moon was smiling at him.
Encouraged, Koldo stepped to the balconys ledge. There was no railing, allowing his toes to curl over the side. He flared his wings to their full length, the action bringing a cascade of joy. He loved flying through the sky, soaring up and zipping down, rolling through the clouds, chasing birds.
His mother knew nothing of this. You are never to use your wings, shed announced the day theyd begun to sprout from his back. Hed planned to heed the command, he had, but then, one day, shed been screaming about how much she despised him, and hed climbed to the roof so that she wouldnt have to gaze upon his ugly face. His misery had distracted him and hed fallen down, down, dooown.
Just before landing, hed flared the previously unused appendages and managed to slow his momentum. Hed crawled away with a shattered arm and leg, broken ribs, a punctured lung and a fractured ankle. Eventually, hed healedand hed next jumped on purpose. Hed been addicted to the feel of the breeze on his skin, in his hair, and had craved more.
Now, in the present, he dived headfirst. The air slapped at him, and he had to swallow his whoop of satisfaction. The freedom...the slight edge of danger...the rush of warmth and strength... He would never get enough. Just before impact, he straightened and leveled out, his wings catching the current. He landed softly, his feet already in motion.
One step, two, three, annnd he was a mile into the forest. Not because he was fastthough he wasbut because he could do something his mother and the other Sent Ones hed seen could not. He could move from one place to another with only a thought.
Hed discovered the ability a few months ago. At first, hed only been able to whisk a yard, then two, but every day he managed to go a little farther than before. All he had to do was calm his emotions and concentrate.
At last he reached the stretch of wildflowers hed found the last time hed broken the rules and left the palace. He plucked the prettiest from the ground, the petals the perfect shade of lavender, reminding him of his mothers eyes. He brought them to his nose, sniffed. The mouthwatering aroma of coconut clung to him, and his grin returned.
If Cornelia asked where hed gotten the bouquet, well, he would tell her the truth. He refused to lie, even to save himself from a punishment. Not only because other Sent Ones could taste when another being liedunlike himbut also because lies were the language of the demons, and demons were almost as evil as his father.
His mother would appreciate Koldos honesty. Surely.
Hands full of moist green stalks, he sprinted out of the forest and leaped into the atmosphere, going higher and higher, his feathers ruffling in the wind, the muscles in his back straining in the most delightful way. Up and down his wings glided. His heart thundered in his chest as he landed on the balcony and peeked through the doorway. There was no sign of his mother.
Breathing a sigh of relief, he entered the room. He emptied Cornelias favorite vase of old, dried flowers, then added the new and watered the stems. He returned to his place in the corner, folded his legs and waited.
Hours passed.
More hours passed.
By the time the hinges squeaked to signal the door was being opened, his eyelids were heavy, his eyes as dry and scratchy as sandpaper, but hed managed to stay awake and now jolted to eager attention.
A soft fall of footsteps. A pause.
What did you do? his mother gasped. She spun, taking in every inch of the bedroom.
I made it better for you. Love me. Please.
A sharp inhalation of breath before she stomped over, stopping just in front of him and glaring down with fiery hatred. How dare you! I liked my things the way they were.
Disappointment nearly crushed him, so heavily did it settle in his chest. Once again hed failed her. Im sorry.
Where did you get the ambrosia? Even as she spoke, her gaze jerked to the double doors leading to the balcony. You flew, didnt you?
Only a beat of hesitation before he admitted, Yes.
At first, she gave no reaction. Then she squared her shoulders, an action of determination. You think you can disobey me and never suffer any consequences. Is that it?
No. I just
Liar! she shouted. Her palm smacked against his cheek, the force of the impact propelling him into the wall. Youre just like your father, doing what you want, when you want, no matter how anyone else feels about the matter, and Im not going to tolerate this behavior anymore.
Im sorry, he repeated, trembling.
Believe me, you will be. She grabbed his arm and hauled him to his feet. He didnt struggle, allowing her to toss him onto the bed, on his stomach, and tie his wrists and ankles to the posts.
Another whipping, he thought, not allowing himself to beg for mercy she wouldnt show. He would hurt, but he would heal. He knew that for a fact. Hed earned a thousand other punishments just like this one, but hed always recovered. Physically, at least. Inside, his heart would bleed for years to come.
His mother selected a blade from the wall, ignoring the whip she normally wielded.
She was going to...kill him?
Finally Koldo tugged and twisted, but he wasnt strong enough to fight his way free. Im sorry. Im really sorry. Ill never again clean your room, I promise. Ill never again leave it.
You think thats the problem? Oh, you foolish boy. The truth is, I cant let you loose. Youre tainted by your fathers vile blood. The fire in her eyes had spread to the rest of her features, creating a wild, crazed expression. Ill be doing the world a favor by limiting your ability to travel.
No. No! Dont, Momma. Please, dont. He couldnt lose his wings. He just couldnt. He would rather die. Please.
I told you not to call me by that wretched name! she screeched.
Panic caused little crystals of ice to form in his blood. Ill never do it again, I promise. Just...please, dont do this. Please.
I must.
You can take my legs. Just take my legs!
And make you dependent on me the rest of your life? No. A slow grin lifted the corners of her lips. I should have done this a long time ago.
A second later, she struck.
Koldo screamed and screamed and screamed...until his voice broke and his strength drained. Until he saw his beautiful wings on the floor, the feathers now soaked in his blood.
Until he could only close his eyes and pray for death.
There, now. Hush. Its done, she said almost gently. You lost what you did not deserve.
This was a dream, surely. His mother was not so cruel. No one could be so cruel.
Soft, warm lips pressed into his tearstained cheek, and the jasmine and honeysuckle of her scent overshadowed what remained of the coconut. Ill hate you forever, Koldo, she whispered into his ear. Theres nothing you can do to change that.
No, not a dream. Reality.
His new reality.
His mother was far worse than cruel.
I dont want to change it, he said, his chin quivering. Not anymore.
A tinkling laugh escaped her. Is that anger I hear? Well, well. Youre already more like your father than I knew. Perhaps its time you met him. After a moments pause, she added, Yes, in the morning, Ill take you to your fathers people. Youll realize just how good Ive been to youif you survive.
CHAPTER ONE
In a world of darkness, the smallest light is a beacon.
Present Day
KOLDO STALKED DOWN the ICU ward of the hospital. He and the warrior with him were hidden from human eyes and protected from human touch. The doctors, nurses, visitors and patients misted through them, completely unaware of the invisible world playing out alongside theirs. A spirit world that had given birth to this natural world, the human world.
A spirit world that was the true reality for all creation.
One day, these humans would discover just how exact that statement really was. Their bodies would die, their spirits would riseor descendand they would begin to understand the natural world was fleeting, the spiritual eternal.
Eternal. Just like Koldos irritation seemed to be. He didnt want to be here among the humans, on yet another silly mission, and he really didnt like his companion, Axel. But his new leader, Zacharel, wanted him busy, distracted, for he suspected Koldo teetered on the verge of breaking a heavenly law.
Zacharel wasnt wrong.
After everything Koldo had endured in his fathers camp...after escaping and spending centuries searching for his mother, Koldo had finally found herand locked her inside a cage in one of his many homes.
So, yes. Koldo teetered. But he wouldnt ever cause the woman irrevocable harm. He wouldnt even lower himself to break one of her nails. For now, he simply hoped to teach her the horror of being trapped by circumstance, as she had taught him. As she was still teaching him.