Christina Henry - Black Lament

As always, much thanks is due to my gracious and ever-patient editor, Danielle Stockley, who makes my books better than they would be without her.

Thanks to my awesome and incredibly hardworking publicity team, Brady McReynolds and Rosanne Romanello.

So many thanks to my emotional support teamSarah, Faith, Anne and Pamfor always listening when I need it.

Much gratitude to the hardworking Einstein Bros. crewCynthia, BJ, Pedro, Jessie, Michael and everyone elsewho let me drink their coffee all day and make my bagels just the way I like them.

Special thanks to Krista McNamara for all that you do for me and Maddy, and to Chloe Neill for assorted kindnesses.

Thanks to Nancy Holzner for her always-wise counsel.

Thanks to all the awesome authors who let me sit up onstage with them at panels this year, especially Chloe Neill, Laurell K. Hamilton, Patricia Briggs, Anton Strout, Edward Lazellari, Rachel Caine and Kim Harrison.

Love to Mom and Dad.

As always, all the love in the world to Chris and Henry.

LUCIFER PUT HIS ARM AROUND ME. IT FELT COMFORTING, like the act of a parent, a parent Id always wanteda father. The air filled with the scent of cinnamon. It reminded me so strongly of Gabriel that the tears that always hovered beneath the surface spilled over.

Lucifer said nothing, only held me as I wept. After a long while, it felt like there were no more tears to be cried. I lifted my head and saw Lucifer watching me with great compassion in his eyes.

If there is one human emotion I truly comprehend, it is grief, Lucifer said. I lost Evangeline and my children so long ago, and I never stopped grieving for them.

So it doesnt stop hurting, then, I said dully.

The pain becomes, perhaps, not quite so sharp. In the future, you may find that days may pass when you do not think of him at all, but when you do there will be a tenderness there, like a bruise that has never healed.

I didnt need Lucifer to tell me that. A piece of me had been taken forever when Gabriel died. You cant replace the missing parts of your heart.

Lucifer released me. I felt lost again, empty, except for the flame that burned bright with anger at the thought of Azazel. He would not be able to run far enough.

Still, all is not lost. Gabriel lives on inside you, Lucifer said.

Yes, Ive heard all the clichs. I sighed. Beezle and Samiel had been repeating them ad nauseam.

No, I mean Gabriel really does live on inside you, Lucifer said. Here.

He put his hand on my abdomen, and I looked up in shock.

Far below, deep inside, I felt it.

The beating of tiny wings.

A child. Gabriels child. Wonder smothered the grief, just for a moment.

My grandchild, Lucifer said.

There was such possessiveness in his voice, in his face, that I pulled away from his touch, covering my stomach with my hands.

So thats why you wanted me to marry Gabriel, I said angrily. So I can be a part of your supernatural breeding program?

That sounds so indelicate, Lucifer said.

And yet still true, I said.

Lucifer didnt bother to acknowledge this. Instead, he said, You and Gabriel are powerful beings born of my line. Your child, no doubt, will be magnificent.

You cant have him, I said fiercely. Hes mine.

Mine and Gabriels.

Lucifer took me by the shoulders and kissed me on the forehead. I stayed perfectly still, my hands fisted at my sides, until he released me.

Careful, my dear. Every time you try to cross me you just get pulled further into my orbit.

He climbed down the steps of my front porch and walked away down the snow-covered sidewalk. I watched him until he was out of sight, his words echoing inside my head.

Every time you try to cross me you just get pulled further into my orbit.

It was true that I hadnt managed to beat Lucifer at his game yet. It was also true that when I tried, something horrible would happen, like my being named the Hound of the Hunt.

But I was not going to let Lucifer use my child as part of his plan for total world domination. I was not going to let Lucifer take my last piece of Gabriel away.

Gabriel.

I felt my shoulders sagging, the familiar weariness settling on me. I wanted to go to sleep, which was pretty much all Id wanted to do since Azazel had killed Gabriel right in front of me.

I went back inside, locked the front door and climbed the steps up to my apartment. Beezle and Samiel were nowhere to be seen, which meant that they were probably in Samiels apartment downstairs watching a movie.

I took off the coat that Lucifer had given me. For half a second I contemplated folding it up and tossing it in the trash, but practicality won. Both of my coats had been ruined in various battles with monsters, and I was too broke to afford a new one. On my best day I couldnt have bought a coat as nice as this.

I hung the coat up carefully by the back door and wandered down the hall to the kitchen. The idea of a nap suddenly had less appeal. I didnt want to climb in bed and find myself lying awake thinking about Gabriel or about ways to keep Lucifer from taking my baby.

My baby.

How was I supposed to raise a baby? I was surrounded by enemies who tried to kill me on a regular basis. The only reason I was still alive and hadnt died of my injuries yet was because Gabriel had been around to heal me.

And now he wasnt. And I was back to where Id started, the place I was always trying to escape but found that I circled back to, endlessly.

Azazels sword in Gabriels chest. Gabriel falling to the ground.

I was on my knees, my arms wrapped around my body, trying to stop the pain that never left me, the grief that hung over me like a cloud.

I put my cheek on the cold tile floor and closed my eyes, hoping I would not dream of Gabriels blood in the snow.

I woke to the insistent tapping of a little gargoyle hand on my cheek.

Maddy, wake up, Beezle said.

My eyes felt glued shut. My chest hurt, like Id run a long way taking gasping breaths of air.

I didnt open my eyes or sit up. Go away, Beezle.

You need to eat something, Beezle said.

It wont hurt me to lose a few pounds, I mumbled.

No, but it will hurt your baby.

I opened my eyes. It was dark in the kitchen. Light streamed in the back window from the streetlamp in the alley behind my building. Beezle sat frowning on the floor in front of my face.

How do you know about the baby? I asked. My voice sounded rusty and unused.

Gargoyles can see the true nature of things, he said gently. Ive known since the morning after your wedding night.

Why didnt you say anything? I said, sitting up slowly. I was tired right into my bones.

Beezle shrugged. You had enough on your plate. Besides, I figured youd find out soon enough from

He trailed off.

Gabriel, I finished. Yes, I suppose he would have known.

It was hard to know how to feel about that. Gabriel had probably figured out immediately that I was pregnant, just as Lucifer had. But he hadnt told me.

Will all the fallen know as soon as they see me? I asked.

Beezle shook his head. They can sense children of their own line. Lucifer, especially, is sensitive to the presence of children of his blood. Evangeline would never have been able to disguise Lucifers children from him without Michaels help.

Evangeline, my crazy ancestor whod started everything by falling in love with Lucifer millennia ago. Shed been kidnapped by Lucifers enemies while pregnant with his children. The archangel Michael had found Evangeline and convinced her that he could keep the twins safe from her lovers enemies. Michael had covered Lucifers presence so thoroughly that the Morningstar never found the children of Evangeline, or the descendants of those children. Until he found me, daughter of Katherine Black, last direct descendant of Evangelines line.