At Gabriel's soft warning growl, Francesca squeezed her shoulder.
Skyler forced air through her lungs and clutched Francesca's hand tighter. «I would very much like to go.» She wouldn't ask permission. She had done enough begging from men. As a child, she'd had to perform vile disgusting acts for food. She'd had to seek permission to sleep, to go to the bathroom, just to speak. Her life had been hell and she would not return
to that-she'd rather be dead.
Never, baby. Francesca's voice whispered through her mind. A pure love, unconditional, a promise that would always be kept. No one will ever hurt you like that again and live. I am your mother now and will protect you with every fiber of my being. Dimitri seems cruel and unfeeling, but in truth, his emotions are too overwhelming for him to control, so to protect you and all of us, he has to push his feelings aside and become a ruthless warrior. It is what he knows.
And who he is, Skyler said. He's violence personified. I've seen into his mind. He merged with me and I could see him killing without thought, without remorse. He thinks to control me. To make me do as he says.
All Carpathian males think that way. They are control freaks. Even our beloved Gabriel. You are too young and although his every instinct is pushing him to take you now, Dimitri is trying to hold back and give you what is yours-time.
«I will confess I do not like it, but I am probably being overprotective. I cannot bear to see-or feel you suffer.» Dimitri bowed slightly from the waist in an old-world gesture. «Then you shall go.»
Skyler bit back her retort. She would have gone anyway. She didn't need him-a virtual stranger-telling her what she could or couldn't do.
«I was on my way to see Julian,» Mikhail announced, deciding it was time to ease the obvious tension. «I know he loves a good time and I wanted to alert him to tonight's main surprise.»
«There is a surprise?» Gabriel sounded wary.
«Raven wants St. Nick to show up, dressed in red,» Mikhail said smugly. «The children will be expecting it.»
Francesca bit her lip, suppressing a sudden smile when Gabriel actually stepped behind her as if for protection. Big baby.
Mikhail is up to something. I am not going to play dress-up in red tights.
Francesca burst out laughing. «Santa Claus does not wear red tights, you nut.»
Mikhail flashed her a smile. «Do you think Gregori is aware of that? He is, after all, my son-in-law, and has a duty to do as I ask. Red tights might look good on him.»
«You wouldn't,» Gabriel said, a slow grin spreading across his face.
Dimitri raised an eyebrow. «Gregori? The bogeyman of Carpathians?»
«He'll scare the children, Mikhail,» Francesca objected. «You aren't really going to ask him to be Santa Claus, are you?»
«Yes, of course.»
«I want to be there. I think Lucian and I need to go visit our younger brother,» Gabriel said. «Be certain to let me know when you are going to his house so I can drop by at the same time.»
«That's just mean,» Francesca scolded laughingly. «And don't you dare tell him Santa wears red tights. Just the idea of Gregori in red tights is enough to scare everyone.»
«There are benefits to being prince after all,» Mikhail said.
Skyler cleared her throat. «This is a joke-right?»
Mikhail looked smug. «A fine joke on Gregori, little one. I had better go. I have too many things to do. I have sent the word, Dimitri, to all the others that our women and children must be guarded at all times, especially our Skyler.»
Skyler tipped back her head to look up at Dimitri. In spite of herself, she had to admit he was handsome, with the face of man, not a boy. His eyes were so alive, so deeply blue they could either burn or freeze one. He lifted both hands and ran them through his shiny black hair, pushing it back away from his face. Muscles flexed and rippled. He was standing away from her, but she felt his fingers touch her own hair, sliding through the silky strands in a slow, intimate way. Her stomach did a curious flip. Far off she heard a wolf howl. Dimitri turned his head toward the sound.
«He sounds so plaintive-so lonely,» Skyler whispered, the mournful howl drawing her instant sympathy. She wanted-almost needed-to find the animal and comfort him.
«He is lonely,» Dimitri said. He pulled a black cord from around his throat. «I ask that you wear this, Skyler. For me.»
Skyler took a step back, but her gaze fell on the necklace he held out to her. The tiny wolf was exquisite, head thrown back, fur black and shiny, eyes deep blue, like sapphire gems glowing at her. She hesitated only a moment, her hand slowly moving towards his until their fingertips touched. Heat spread through her body, warming her in spite of the cold.
Instead of dropping it into her palm, Dimitri pulled the cord over her neck, lifting her hair and letting it settle back around her shoulders. The cord was still warm from his skin and the small wolf nestled in the valley between her breasts. Dimitri reached behind her where she couldn't see and immediately enveloped her in a soft red cape. The cold receded instantly.
«Now you look like Little Red Riding Hood,» he murmured as he bent down to draw the
hood over her hair.
She inhaled his scent, wild and masculine and unexpectedly familiar. She felt the touch of his lips on her cheek. He left a burning trail to the corner of her mouth, and her body responded with an odd tingling, a heightened awareness, even a reaching toward him. Even as she stood still with his arms caging her in, she felt something within her rising toward him. Before it could break free and respond, he shifted, once more the wolf, springing away from them to run into deeper forest. Skyler caught the small wolf pendant in her hand and held tightly.
She wanted to chase after him. Call him back. Her lungs seized and her heart stuttered. She knew she didn't want a Carpathian male. All of her life she had known what people really felt, really thought-and most of it wasn't good. Gabriel and Francesca gave her respite, provided a safe haven, but Dimitri would take that from her. She took a deep breath and turned away from the path he'd taken.
«I want to go home, Francesca,» she said softly, feeling a coward. «Please take me home.»
«Of course, honey.» Francesca gathered her close, cape and all, and took to the sky, leaving it to Gabriel to shield them from prying eyes.
«Far away,» Skyler murmured, «back to Paris.» She turned her face up to the snow floating down in endless silence. The world seemed filled with sparkling gems as the moonlight glinted off the ice crystals and snowflakes. She focused on the treetops and the pristine surfaces as they flew to the house, Gabriel close behind them.
«The baby always soothes you,» Gabriel said. «Why don't you go see how she's doing?» Their trusted housekeeper-nanny had come with them and was with the children during the day. He kept his hand on Francesca to keep her from stealing away from him.
Skyler kissed them both and, still wrapped in the hooded cape, went to pick up Tamara and hold her close. The minute she was out of the room, he turned to his lifemate with a deep scowl of impatience.
«Did you see that? Did you see him kiss her? Touch her? He did not simply touch her skin, he left his mark on her. I will not stand for this, Francesca.»
«Gabriel.» She rubbed his arm gently. «He walked away.»
«He didn't walk away. He marked her, he gave her blood, he took hers. It may not have been an exchange, but you and I both know he has imparted a warning to every other male to leave her be.»
«As he should. As you or any other male would have done with your lifemate.»
Gabriel frowned. «She should have a full childhood. He can wait two hundred years just