Shea rubbed her arms, suddenly cold. Her stomach was rebelling, and it was still hard to catch her breath. “I guess it’s because Jacques never leaves me. He can’t take being alone.”
Raven’s eyes widened. “Never?”
Shea shook her head. “I thought it would drive me crazy at first. Most of the time I didn’t recognize it, but he would know things I was thinking, and I would realize he’d been in my mind the entire time. He was alone so long, he needed constant contact with me to keep him sane.”
“This must be terrible for him,” Raven said. “To break contact with you, he must be in the middle of something big. Mikhail is blocking me out, too, and so is Gregori. But don’t you worry, we’ll be fine together. And we would still know if something were to happen to them.”
Shea powered up the generator so she could turn on her computer. She felt very uneasy, restless, even alarmed. “Raven, you don’t feel something is wrong, do you?” She typed in her password and waited for her files to appear on the screen.
“No, but I’m used to touching Mikhail occasionally for reassurance and letting him go. We’ve been together long enough to develop a kind of routine. I touch him, and whether or not he allows me into his mind, I know he’s there. You could try that.”
Shea concentrated for a moment on giving the commands to destroy her data. With a sigh she paced back to Raven. “It’s not that kind of uneasiness. It’s something else. At first I thought it was because I wasn’t touching Jacques’ mind, but I don’t think so anymore. I have the feeling something evil is watching us.”
Raven sent her mind seeking, scanning the surrounding woods carefully. There were deer a mile away. The three Carpathian men were even farther afield. “Rabbits, fox, wolves several miles out, but nothing scary that I can detect,” she assured her softly.
Shea picked up the shotgun and cracked it open to make certain it was loaded. “I feel almost sick, Raven. Something’s out there.”
“It’s the separation from Jacques. The first time it happened with Mikhail and me, I almost didn’t make it through the night. Honestly, Shea, separation is very difficult at the best of times, let alone in the morning hours when we’re growing weaker and we know the men are in danger. We may have been human, but we are their lifemates. Naturally we miss their mind touch.”
Shea wanted to believe her, but, just as she had felt an evil presence in the forest, she felt they were in danger now. She looked at Raven. This woman was important to all of them. Shea had promised Gregori she would keep Raven safe, and she was not about to be unprepared. “Maybe,” she agreed softly. Nevertheless, she walked to the door, opened it, and stepped onto the porch to survey the woods.
Nothing. The rain drove down harder, and in the distance Shea could hear the rumble of thunder. Lightning flashed in the sky. She found herself shivering, and her finger absently sought the trigger on the gun. Annoyed with herself, she went back inside, set the shotgun beneath the window, and worked at controlling herself. Her behavior was unacceptable to her. She could not believe she needed Jacques so much that she would be physically ill and have such an impression of danger because she was without his mind touch. Shea did not want to think it was an illusion, a trick of her mind, yet it seemed the lesser of two evils.
“You’re very pale, Shea. You need to feed,” Raven said carefully, knowing from her own experience what a touchy subject it could be.
Shea swallowed hard. She was dizzy with weakness. Maybe that was what was wrong; maybe it had nothing to do with Jacques. “I know. I just can’t face it yet. I know I have to come to terms with it eventually, but it’s still all too new.”
“You can’t see yourself biting someone’s neck, is that it?” Raven laughed softly. “I can’t do it either. Yuck. Well...” She blushed, a faint pink stain spreading across her creamy skin. “Mikhail has a way of making it...” She trailed off.
Shea found herself blushing, too. “Yeah, I know what you mean. Jacques seems to have that same way about him.” Her hand curled around the stock of the gun again, and she tried to quiet the pounding of her heart. Her mouth was dry with fear.
Shea stole a glance at Raven. She was curled up peacefully, almost serene. Silently Shea cursed. Something was terribly wrong; she knew it deep within her, yet she couldn’t explain it adequately to herself or to Raven. “Have you ever tried to leave Mikhail?”
Raven glanced up, startled. A soft smile curved her mouth. “You can’t leave your lifemate. One, he knows what you’re thinking, and two, he can find you wherever you are. Besides, you can’t be away from him for very long—it’s too uncomfortable, both physically and mentally. If you left Jacques, what you’re feeling right now would not stop, it would only get worse. You can’t leave him, Shea. You have to learn how to live with him.”
“I know. I don’t really want to leave,” Shea admitted. She was close to tears. The feeling of dark malevolence was becoming stronger, yet she still couldn’t explain it. She felt very mixed up. She wanted Jacques close to her, but this world was so frightening and bizarre. She was completely out of her element.
Raven immediately jumped to her feet and put an arm around Shea, misunderstanding her distress. “He doesn’t hurt you, does he?” She was examining the faded bruises and wounds on Shea’s neck. “He did this, didn’t he?”
Self-consciously, Shea put a hand to her throat to cover the marks. “He didn’t mean to. He doesn’t always know what he’s doing. But he isn’t the type of man to abuse a woman. I’m in his mind enough to know that. I’m not a woman who would take it, either,” She let the other woman hug her, needing the comfort.
“It’s just that I’m afraid all the time. Afraid of everything. That isn’t like me at all. And I cry. I never cry.” Whatever was stalking them was very close now. She wanted to scream for Jacques.
“You’ve been through a traumatic time, Shea, and so has your body. You’re worn out, and you need sustenance.” Raven released her and took a step away. “Gregori is a great healer. I know you think he could be the vampire—it’s there in your face when you look at him—but he would give his life for you, for me, for Mikhail. He’s a great man. He could help you so much if you’d let him.”
“He’s the scariest man I’ve ever met,” Shea admitted. “If I had a child, a daughter, I would not want that man to be her husband.”
“But then, you don’t know that much about lifemates. If my daughter is his lifemate and chooses him—and it will be her choice, despite what my husband and Gregori think—she’d be the safest woman in the world. And once she learned to manage him, the happiest.”
“You have more faith than I do.”
“That’s because I’ve known them longer. Give yourself some time, and for heaven’s sake put that gun down. There’s nothing out there,” Raven admonished. “You’re just nervous because Jacques isn’t with you.”
Lightning crashed close, and the cabin shuddered beneath a deafening roar of thunder. Raven swung around and paced to a chair. “Something’s going on for sure. That’s one of ours doing that.”
Shea’s hand went to her throat. She could not shake the feeling of impending doom. She turned to Raven. “What do you mean, one of ours?” Why had she agreed to stay and protect Raven? Something evil was watching them, and she couldn’t ferret it out. Jacques, where are you?
“The lightning and thunder,” Raven replied easily. “One of our males is upset.”
“Great. Tantrums, that’s all we need,” Shea said moodily. Jacques hadn’t answered her. Where was he? Couldn’t he feel her need?
Raven laughed. “They are great for that, aren’t they?”
The door banged open, the wood, so recently repaired, splintering. Shea swung around, instinctively taking a stride to place herself between the entrance and Raven. Framed in the doorway was Don Wallace, a scattergun in his hand, an older man behind him. Shea heard the maniacal laughter of the two men and saw the malice and loathing in their eyes.