Carpathian 02 - Dark Desire

tell her it was she who had saved his life, the wind was bringing rain and mist streaming through the open door.
    The healer, Gregori, shimmered into view, followed quickly by Mikhail, then Raven. Jacques narrowed Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    his gaze, glimpses of memories instantly triggered. Flying in the body of an owl, running in the forest in the body of a wolf, becoming the mist and fog. Behind him, Shea's breath caught in her throat, and she stared at their visitors, at Jacques, awed and intimidated by the display of shape-shifting, the example of power so casually wielded.
    Gregori's pale silver eyes examined every inch of Jacques. "You look better. How are you feeling?"
    Jacques nodded slowly. "Much better. Thank you."
    "You need to feed. Your woman is still pale and worn. She should be resting. If you like, I could heal her bruises." Gregori made the offer in his casual, indifferent way. His voice was so compelling, so beautiful, it was nearly impossible to deny him anything. There was a purity in his voice, a whisper of black velvet. He never raised his tone or appeared anything but calm and unruffled.
    Shea's heart gave a leap, then settled into a hard, rhythmic pounding. She found herself listening intently, wanting him to go on speaking, wanting to do whatever he asked. Mentally, she shook her head.
    Gregori's abilities intrigued her, but he was far too powerful. He had not used any kind of mental enhancement, no compulsion, no hypnotic suggestions. His voice was a weapon in itself. She sensed he was the most dangerous Carpathian in the room. She had not been in such close proximity with so many people in a very long time. She needed to be alone with Jacques, to give herself time to adjust.
    "We thank you for the offer, healer, but Shea is unused to our ways." Jacques couldn't remember most of them himself. He was as uneasy in the presence of the Carpathians as Shea. His black eyes glittered like ice, caught and trapped the reflection of a lightning whip as it sizzled across the dark sky. "The other male is not with you."
    "Byron," Mikhail supplied. "He has been a good friend to you for centuries. He is aware that you completed the ritual and this woman is your true lifemate. Search your mind, Jacques. Remember how difficult this time is on our unattached males."
    Shea's face went crimson under the unearthly paleness. The reference to the ritual had to mean they were aware Jacques had made love to her. The lack of privacy disturbed her immensely. She went to move around Jacques, strongly objecting to the this woman label. She did have a name. She was a person. She had a feeling they all thought her the hysterical type. She certainly hadn't managed to show them her normal calm self.
    Jacques stepped backward and his arm swept behind him to pin her against the wall. He never took his eyes from the trio before them. He knew he was unstable, still fighting to hold on to reason when his every instinct was to attack. He trusted none of them and would not allow Shea to be put in any danger.
    Shea retaliated with a hard pinch. She was not going to cower behind her wild man like some seventeenth-century heroine fainting with the vapors. So she was surrounded by a few vampires. Big deal.
    Carpathians . Jacques sounded amused.
    If you laugh at me, Jacques, I might find another wooden stake and come after you myself, she warned him silently. "Well, for heaven's sake." Shea sounded exasperated as she addressed the group.
    "We're all civilized, aren't we?" She shoved at Jacques' broad back. "Aren't we?"
    "Absolutely." Raven stepped forward, ignoring Mikhail's restraining hand. "At least the women are. The Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    men around here haven't quite graduated from the swinging-through-trees stage yet."
    "I owe you an apology for last night, Miss O'Halloran," Mikhail said with far too much Old World charm. "When I saw you crouched over my brother, I thought…"
    Raven snorted. "He didn't think, he reacted. He really is a great man, but overprotective with the people he loves." There was a wealth of love in her teasing tone. "Honestly, Jacques, you can't keep her prisoner, locked up like some nun in a convent."
    Shea was mortified. Jacques, move! You're embarrassing me.
    With great reluctance Jacques stepped aside. Shea could feel the instant tension in the room, the red haze building in Jacques' mind. To