«I haven't been here that long,» Gabrielle answered, «but Gary told me the prince is a major link between all Carpathians.»
«Gary?» Natalya prompted.
«Gary Jansen is one of those geeky guys who can do anything, know everything and talk so you can't understand him,» Jubal said, grinning at his sister.
«He is not.» Gabrielle flicked a chewing gum wrapper at her brother. «He's the kindest, most wonderful man around. And even Shea thinks Gary has the best chance for figuring out why the Carpathian women miscarry so often.» She smiled at Natalya. «He's brilliant.»
«A brilliant geek,» Jubal pointed out.
Gabrielle wrinkled her nose at her brother.
At once Natalya felt alone. She used to joke and tease with Razvan. The closeness between the Sander siblings reminded her of how much she'd lost. «I had a brother once.» She leaned her head back against the wall. «We were twins. He was handsome, Gabrielle, much like your brother. And a terrible flirt. Women chased after him all the time-and he liked it.»
«Jubal likes women, just not his sisters,» Gabrielle said.
«I like my sisters, especially when they don't talk. And you have to admit, they both are crazy.» Jubal grinned at her. «Like you. Did you make your brother crazy all the time?»
Natalya thought it over. «Probably. Yes. I only remember bits and pieces of my childhood with him, and we had to separate when we were older. After that, we met at night, in dreams, and exchanged information.»
Gabrielle frowned. «Why would you have to separate? We all live different lives but we see each other all the time.»
Natalya fought for the memories. More and more she was having flashbacks and piecing together bits of information. «It wasn't safe. We went opposite ways. He didn't know we could communicate in dreams.»
«Your brother? I'm confused,» Jubal said.
Natalya shook her head, frowning. «Not my brother. A man. I think he may have been my grandfather. In any case, Razvan and I were apart out of necessity. He was different toward the end. He wanted children. It was a big deal to him, more than having a wife. He was with a woman in California and later I found out there was a child; of course she's grown now. He also had a woman in Texas and one in France.» Before either of them could comment, she looked up. «Not at the same time, he was a wanderer and he never could stay in one place with one person. I have no idea if he had any more children. He never told me, but he wanted a child so much, it wouldn't surprise me. He was killed before he ever saw his child in California. She didn't even know who he was.»
«I'm sorry, Natalya, that must have been terrible for you to lose him. I wonder why he wanted children if he couldn't stay in one place. That would have been hard on children to have their father leave them all the time,» Gabrielle said.
«Are your parents still alive?» Natalya asked.
«Oh, yeah,» Jubal said with a grin. «Very much alive and I imagine they are grilling Joie and Traian about why they didn't wait to be married with the parents in attendance. Mom will be really upset, won't she, Gabrielle?»
«That's a nice way of putting it. Traian's in for a little surprise. I wish I was home this time, just to be a fly on the wall.»
Natalya liked the way they teased one another. It was obvious they were very close and it made her long for a family again. Even though she felt close to Razvan, she had been unable to spend time with him. Their hugs were in their dreams, rather than in flesh and blood real time. They had spent their very long lives in fear of the dark shadow stalking them. Razvan had deliberately taken the brunt of it in order to free Natalya, but she had been alone.
«You look so sad,» Gabrielle said.
«I miss my brother.» Natalya rubbed her chin on her knees. «And that lunkhead Vik.» She was used to being without Razvan, but Vikirnoff had wound his way into her heart and she seemed stuck with him.
Gabrielle exchanged another amused look with her brother. They had spent time with the Carpathian males and the idea of one being labeled a lunkhead or even using a nickname such as «Vik» was humorous to them. «You're really angry with him, aren't you?» Gabrielle asked. «Joie talks like that when she wants to throttle Traian.»
«If he's anything like Vikirnoff, he probably deserves throttling. And Vik's so serious all the time. And all about the orders. He can't just say something in a pleasant voice, he has to give me the big order. He's really a throwback to the dark ages. You know what I'm talking about, the big caveman pounding his chest.»
«He didn't like you fighting vampires, did he?» Jubal guessed.
Natalya rolled her eyes. «That's putting it mildly, but at least I know when to run and fight another day. He just wants to take on the world.»
A slow grin spread over Jubal's face. «This is good. Too bad Gary isn't here to witness this one. He loves watching the interplay between the Carpathian male and their women.»
«Where is he?» Natalya asked. She wanted to weep. To claw at the walls and floor. She was not going to fall apart in front of strangers.
«Gary's in the States at the moment, but he's returning soon,» Gabrielle said.
Natalya was beginning to feel desperate. She had to work at staying focused on the conversation. «Does he fight vampires, too?»
«In his way, but not physically,» Jubal said. «The society»-he frowned-«you have heard of them, haven't you? Humans dedicated to destroying all vampires, but they don't seem to be able to discern the difference between a vampire and a Carpathian. Anyway, the society hates Gary. He's on their hit list.»
«Do you fight vampires?» Natalya asked curiously.
Jubal spread his hands out in front of him. «I'm not the best at fighting vampires, but I'm learning. I didn't know they existed until a short time ago.»
«Do you use a flame thrower?» Natalya asked. «Do you have one? If I could get my hands on carburetor cleaner, I bet that would work better than hairspray.»
«You're obsessed with flamethrowers.»
«Do you have to kill a vamp a hundred times before he stays dead?» She flexed her aching fingers again. Her muscles were beginning to contract painfully.
Jubal noticed Natalya's eyes changing color, going from a beautiful sea-green to a strange cloudy opaque. Her tawny hair darkened to a deep black with strange bands beginning to appear through it. He nudged Gabrielle with his foot. She nodded. She'd already seen the signs of agitation and felt the growing danger in the room.
«Since most of the locals use horse carts I think the chances of you finding a good supply of carburetor cleaner is practically nil,» Jubal said.
«That's such a bummer,» Natalya said with a small sigh. «But I did call Slavica earlier and asked her if she'd find me several cans of aerosol hairspray, so I should have a good supply.»
«Has Vikirnoff seen your invention?» Jubal asked.
Natalya sent him a look promising retribution. «Make fun all you want, but if you're in a battle with the undead and they get up thirty-seven times after you've put them down, a can of hairspray and a lighter are going to be looking really good to you.»
He groaned. «Unfortunately, that might be true. I don't want to have anything to do with those creatures. In fact, I don't even want to know about them.»
Natalya smiled wearily. «Neither do I.»
«Natalya,» Gabrielle said. «You keep rubbing your ankle. Are you hurt? I could take a look at it for you. I've actually gone through med school so I might be able to help if you're injured.»
Natalya glanced down at her ankle. She hadn't even realized she was rubbing it. She pulled her leg closer to her. «Unfortunately we couldn't heal it all the way. I don't know how dangerous it would be for you to touch it.»