Carpathian 01 - Dark Prince

held her tighter. "No, little one, I know this is true. I see you clearly, whereas you do not have access to my thoughts and memories. I cannot give you up. I wish I was a stronger, better man so that I could do so, but I cannot. I can only promise you that I will do everything in my power to make you happy, to provide for you everything I can possibly give you. J ask for time to learn your ways, for room to make mistakes. If you need to hear words of love"—his mouth skimmed down the side of her face to find the corner of her mouth—"then I can say them to you in all honesty. I have never wanted a woman for my own. I have never wanted anyone to have that kind of Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    power over me. I have never shared with any woman what I have shared with you."
    His kiss was infinitely tender, a searing, smoky flame tasting of love and longing. "You are in my heart to stay, Raven. I know better than you the differences between us. I ask only for a chance."
    She turned herself in his arms, pressed her body lovingly against his. "You really think we can make this work? We can find a middle ground?"
    She really had no idea of the risk he would be taking. Once she lived with him, he could never seek the safety and sanctuary of the earth. He could not leave her without his protection even for a day. From the moment she moved in with him, the danger to him would increase tenfold, as it would to her. The assassins would not differentiate between them. She would be condemned in their eyes. On top of all his other crimes, he was dragging her into a dangerous world.
    His hand moved to the nape of her neck. So fragile, so small. "We will never know unless we try." His arms closed around her, holding her to him as if he would never let her go.
    Raven felt the sudden tensing of his body. He lifted his head alertly, as if scenting the wind, as if listening to the night. She found herself doing the same, inhaling deeply, striving to hear deep into the forest. Far away, the faint, distant howls of the wolf pack floated on the breeze as they called to one another, called to Mikhail.
    Shocked, Raven flung back her head. "They're talking to you! How do I know that, Mikhail? How could I possibly know such a thing?"
    He ruffled her hair lightly, affectionately. "You hang out with the wrong crowd."
    He was rewarded with a bubble of laughter. It tugged at his heart, left him open and vulnerable. "What is this?" she teased. "Lord of the manor picks up nineties slang?"
    He grinned at her boyishly, mischievously. "Maybe I am the one hanging out with the wrong crowd."
    "And maybe there's hope for you yet." She kissed his throat, his chin, the stubborn line of his blue-shadowed jaw.
    "Did I tell you how beautiful you look in that outfit?" His arm curved around her shoulders, turned her toward the table. "We are about to have company." With unhurried movements he poured half a glass of juice into the goblet on his side of the table, crumbled a small piece of pastry to dust between his fingers, and sprinkled it over both of their plates.
    "Mikhail?" Raven's voice was wary. "Be careful if you use mental contact. I think there is another person besides me who has telepathic abilities."
    "All of my people have this ability," he answered carefully.
    "Not like you, Mikhail." She was frowning, rubbing her forehead. "Like me."
    "Why did you not mention this to me?" he asked softly, his voice a whip of demand. "You know my people are being stalked, our women murdered. I tracked three of the assassins to the very inn where you are staying."

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    "Because I don't know for certain, Mikhail. I try never to touch people. Over the years I've taught myself not to have contact, not to allow anyone to touch me." She speared her hand through her hair, a little frown creasing her forehead. "I'm sorry. I should have said something about my suspicions, but I wasn't certain."
    Mikhail smoothed the line on her forehead with a gentle fingertip, touched her mouth tenderly. "I did not mean to jump down your throat, little one. We need to discuss this at our first opportunity. Can you hear it?"
    She reached out into the night. "A car."
    "A mile or so away." He dragged the night air into his lungs. "Father Hummer and two strangers.
    Women. They wear perfume. One is older."
    "There are only eight guests besides myself staying at the inn."