“Do not risk yourself. Remember you are needed,” Desari said in a low voice, betraying her fear.
“I am needed to hunt down these killers,” Darius reminded her with great gentleness. “They follow us wherever we go. The reason vampires congregate in this part of the country, Savage, is because Desari prefers to perform in this region. Her favorite place to play is a small resort north of here called Konocti Harbor Resort and Spa. It is much to her liking. The people are friendly, the audiences receptive, the countryside is beautiful, and the place is small and intimate enough to suit her.”
Julian circled her waist with one arm and brought her up against the heat of his body, needing to feel her for just a moment. “I should have known you were the troublemaker, Desari,” he whispered against the bare skin of her neck, wanting to comfort her with his teasing.
“Do not do this, either of you.” Desari’s soft eyes were liquid with sorrow. “You are trying to distract me, both of you. You will hunt this vampire despite my wishes.”
“I will hunt,” Darius corrected firmly. “Savage will stay here to protect you.”
“No. Desari is safe here for now. I will go with you,” Julian stated in a soft voice, aware of his lifemate’s silent terror, that her brother would choose to be mortally wounded, and achieve an honorable death, fighting a vampire.
Be easy,
cara,
I will ensure that your brother returns to you unharmed. No vampire could possibly defeat the two of us. Go to ground, and we will return to you after we destroy the undead.
He did not want not to leave the hunting of this vampire to her brother for reasons of his own, as well.
Her fingers clutched at his arm. There were tears in her mind.
You will probably end up killing one another without me to referee. I have given you my word on this,
piccola.
You must trust me.
The deep timbre of Julian’s voice in her mind was reassuring, sending waves of warmth and comfort throughout her.
“There is no need for both of us to go,” Darius challenged softly.
Julian’s white teeth flashed in answer, but the smile did not reach his eyes. “I agree with you, Darius. As Desari relies so heavily on your protection, it would indeed be best that you stay with her.” He leaned over and brushed his mouth over the corner of Desari’s lips. Cara,
do not fret.
Already his solid form was shimmering, evaporating, so that it was a prism of crystal fog rising toward the graying sky.
Darius swore under his breath, clearly outmaneuvered. He was beginning to feel a grudging respect for the stranger with the golden eyes. It had not been quite as easy as he had suggested to unravel Savage’s trail, and he had been fairly certain the man knew he was following. Darius found him interesting. He didn’t altogether trust him; he was a renegade, and there was something not quite right about him. Something buried deep. Darius intended to keep an eye on him.
“Go to ground, Desari. Do not argue with me, as I am giving you an order, not asking. I want to know your exact location so that I may sleep above you in the earth this day.” His hand touched her face in a display of love and affection that he wanted to feel, that he should have been able to feel, yet could not. Nevertheless, he always granted her the gestures because he knew she needed them, knew she wanted him to feel those emotions that were no longer his to feel.
Without waiting for a reply, knowing the dawn’s first light would render it impossible for the vampire to hunt Desari, Darius leapt skyward, dissolving into a fine mist that streaked after the stream of iridescent fog. Desari stared after the two male Carpathians, squinting slightly as the twilight before dawn began to replace the darkness. She didn’t want to feel fear for either of them—they were both strong and powerful—yet she couldn’t help but worry. On more than one occasion, she had seen Darius return torn and bloody from a vicious battle with a vampire. And they were braving the dawn as well, which would weaken them enormously, albeit not as drastically as it would one who had turned.
Darius had always tried to keep the women away from that aspect of their existence, but she was of his blood. The same power and intelligence ran as deeply in her, and she knew of Darius’s terrible struggle. She knew he was slipping away from her. She feared for his soul, feared for her race and that of the mortal beings. She truly believed in her heart that should Darius turn, there was no hunter alive who could defeat him. All would be lost, including Darius and all he had done, everything he had sacrificed for them throughout the centuries.
She went into the small cabin and wandered around, touching the things in the room. Works of art—unusual, old, and unique. Julian liked beautiful things. She picked up his silk shirt, brought it to her face, and inhaled his masculine scent.
Julian. I am with you,
cara.
Do not fret.
It was amazing to her that the communication between them was so strong. Just a thought of him, the worry for him in her mind, and he was aware instantly.
I shall return to you soon. Go to ground now. I will go to ground,
she assured him,
but I will not sleep until I know the two of you are safe. You will not monitor me while I destroy the undead. It would be upsetting
—
maybe even dangerous—for you. Please do as I say, Desari.
He used the word
please
as if he were asking her, but there was a subtle undertone of command.
Desari had never considered that. When Darius hunted, Syndil and she had always been secured in a safe place, contact with him restricted. They had never thought to defy Darius; in such matters, his word was law. Now all was changed. Somehow, some way, she was locked to Julian. The thought of him in danger was so terrible, she could barely breathe. How could she do as he asked and not touch him? Not reach through the gray-streaked dawn and see for herself he was untouched by the vampire’s vile perversion?
After all, Darius was the ultimate warrior, a stone-cold killing machine when the situation demanded it. Julian was a man with emotion, which could confer both weakness and strength.
Desari left the cabin. It was rare for her family to use a building to rest in; most of the time they sought deep earth. They had learned in early childhood it was the only real haven in a dangerous land. All of them felt uncomfortable, far more vulnerable than usual, if they slept above ground. In the hours of high sun, their great strength was totally drained. And if their bodies somehow came to be exposed to that intense light, they would burn. Early morning and late evening they could tolerate, although not always comfortably. Even dim sunlight affected their hypersensitive eyes, the burning pain driving through their heads like shards of glass.
Desari found an unobtrusive knoll covered in waves of green grass. She liked it immediately, feeling a sense of peace. With a wave of her hand she opened the earth and floated deep within its bed. Immediately she sent the coordinates to both her brother and Julian.
Close the earth and sleep.
She recognized Julian’s soft-spoken commands. He was like Darius in that he didn’t need to raise his voice to convey either menace or authority.
Not until you return. I do not want to have to force your obedience. As if that could happen. You seem to forget I am no fledgling but your equal. Do not waste your energy attempting the impossible. Destroy this vampire if you must, then return to me quickly. We will discuss your conceit on the next rising.
There came the soft echo of his laughter. Desari relaxed, certain Julian understood she would take no nonsense from him. When he struck, she was completely unprepared, the compulsion strong and total, the need to obey him paramount. Before she could prevent herself from doing so, she relinquished control to him. Immediately Julian sent her to sleep, the deep sleep of their people, stopping her heart and lungs, covering her with the healing, soothing soil for protection and rejuvenation.