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that all within his family remained safe. The man feared that Julian was vampire, the undead, luring his
sister to her doom. He would fight to the death, take anyone who threatened her with him. There was no
peace for Darius. He fought the terrible darkness the males of their race were forced to battle toward the
end of their existence. He fought it and with only the sheer force of his will survived each rising.
The silver and gold notes began to shimmer, their luminescence slowly fading with the whisper of her
voice falling away. There was silence. It was loud, almost obscene after the beauty of her song. Darius
continued to stare at his sister. Julian was frankly awed by her display of power. He, like most
Carpathian males, generally thought of power as a destructive force. Desari had as much power as any
male, but of a completely different kind.
"I did not take her away to harm her," he offered, his voice low.
Desari's dark eyes flashed. "No one could take me, Darius. I go where I desire, not where someone
takes me."
"I can see you have made your choice, little sister," Darius replied evenly. "But this man will not be an
easy companion." He could smell the combined scent of their lovemaking, the male's blood mingling with
hers. However the golden-haired stranger had done it, Desari was locked to his side for all eternity. "I am
Darius," he introduced himself reluctantly. "Desari is my sister."
"Julian Savage," Julian returned, gliding to the porch to take up his position at Desari's side. His very
posture screamed possession, yet was protective, almost tender toward Desari. "Desari is my lifemate."
"We have never before encountered another like us. All have been the undead and had to be
destroyed." Darius's dark eyes, so like Desari's yet so coldly lethal, measured Julian. Whether Darius
found Julian lacking or not was hidden beneath the impassive mask he wore.
"There are a few of us left," Julian said quietly. "We are often hunted by those who have turned vampire
as aggressively as we hunt them." His hand found the wealth of silken hair tumbling down Desari's back
and crashed a fistful of the ebony strands in his palm almost absently, his touch tender. "Did you know
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she could do that?"
"I do not even know what the hell she did," Darius admitted.
"I am here." Desari sniffed indignantly. "And I know exactly what I did. If the two of you were not so
arrogant and conceited, you might have considered that the women of our race would have endowments
equal to those of the men."
Julian glanced at Darius, just a quick flash of golden eyes, but Darius caught a glint that might have been
amusement.
"Arrogant? Conceited?" Julian reprimanded with a grin. "Desari, that is a little harsh."
"I do not think so," she told him severely. "You are like two territorial male animals, circling each other
threateningly without even knowing what the other is about. How intelligent is that?"
"Desari& " There was a distinct warning in Darius's voice.
She glanced down at her bare toes, then blushed, realizing that Darius knew exactly what had taken
place in that cabin. How could he not? Julian's scent clung to every inch of her skin. Julian's hand went to
the nape of her neck, his strong fingers beginning a slow, soothing massage. He was linked to her mind,
and he felt her discomfort at her brother's knowledge of their intimacy.
The protective touch on her neck provided her with courage and conviction, and her gaze leapt back to
her brother's face. "I hold you in the highest respect, Darius, you know that. No sister could love her
brother more. I do not know exactly what this thing is between Julian and me, but it is strong and
compelling. The two of you will have to get along without further physical violence. I mean it. I ask little
of you, but this I will insist on from both of you. You must promise me. You must give me your word of
honor."
Darius's dark eyes smoldered in warning. "Do not put too much faith in him, little sister. You do not
know him. A stranger comes into our midst, heralding an attack on your life, and you trust him
completely. Perhaps you are fartoo trusting."
Julian's breath eased out in a long, furious hiss. His golden eyes glittered with menace. "You are quick to
judge those you do not know." His voice was soft, even pleasant, but no one could mistake the threat
beneath the surface. This Dariuswas like Gregori he was of the same blood as the healer, second only
to the Prince and he sensed the shadow in Julian just as Gregori did.
"And you underestimate your enemies," Darius pointed out, his voice like black velvet. "You are so sure
of yourself that you take too few precautions to safeguard the one you have claimed as your own. It was
unbelievably easy to unravel your pitiful attempts to divert me."
Julian's white teeth gleamed in the waning moonlight. "I knew you would follow; how could you not [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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