Carpathian 02 - Dark Desire

and carefree, and it warmed her heart, dispelling any residue of fear she carried. It was a miracle to her that he could laugh, that he was happy.
    Tarzan is the ultimate male. He swings through trees and carries his woman off into the jungle.
    He patterns himself after me.
    She nuzzled his back. He tries .
    He could hear the love in her voice, the tenderness, and his heart turned over. They had a long way to go before knowing one another fully, before accepting one another, but the love between them was growing stronger with every moment they were together.

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    The passage into the cave was so narrow, Shea had to hold her breath to squeeze through. It seemed to go on forever, the rough walls scraping her skin, the oppressive feelings of tons of rock over her head, surrounding her body, waiting to crush her. She couldn't look at Jacques, who had somehow made his large body thin and weird looking. Carpathians were capable of doing things she didn't want to think about. How had she gotten herself into this mess?
    Sex. A good-looking intense man with black, hungry eyes, and she fell like a lovesick calf. Sex. It ruined many otherwise sane women.
    I can read your thoughts. The amusement was soft and caressing, wrapping her up in strong arms.
    I was perfectly sane and sensible until I met you. Now look at me. I'm crawling around inside a mountain. Suddenly she stopped and held herself perfectly still. I'm hearing something. Tell me you are not taking me into a cave full of bats. Say it right now, Jacques, or I'm out of here.
    I am not taking you into cave filled with bats.
    Shea relaxed visibly. She was not squeamish about very many things, but bats were creatures that were on the earth to remain a safe distance away from her. Miles away. Bats were one of those things she could stare up at in the night sky and think how interesting and wonderful they were, as long as they stayed high above her and nowhere close. Her nose wrinkled. The sounds she was trying to ignore were getting louder. Her heart began to pound in alarm. The walls of the passageway were so narrow, she had no way to move fast. All at once she felt trapped, as if she was suffocating.
    I'm going back, Jacques. I'm not a cave person. She did her best to sound firm and matter-of-fact, not at all as if she were seconds from screaming her head off. She turned her head cautiously to keep from scraping her face on the jutting surfaces.
    His fingers circled her wrist like a vise. There must be no disturbance. If any creatures exit the cave Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    or warn others of our existence here, we could be found.
    A piece of paper couldn't fit in here, certainly not a person. No one is going to look far us here.
    A vampire would know the moment bats flew from the cave.
    Bats can't fly out of here if there aren't any in here, now, can they? She was sweetly reasonable.
    Trust me, little red hair, it is only a short distance farther.
    You aren't going to make me sleep in the ground, are you? Because I won't do it, not even if there are ten vampires stalking us.
    Vampires cannot stand even the dawn, Shea. Killing his prey does something to the blood. The sun would fry him immediately. He might betray us to the human servants he is in league with if he marked the entrance to this cave. Or they might be watching for just such a sign as bats flying unexpectedly into the early sun.
    You're telling me there are bats in here .
    He tugged at her wrist. Stop being such a baby. I can control the bats, and they will serve to warn us of any danger.
    Shea made a face but followed him. With every moment Jacques' abilities, his knowledge and power, seemed to be growing. He was confident almost to the point of arrogance. Sometimes it grated and made her want to throw something at him, but she was proud of his growing strength.
    The passage began to widen and slowly move downward, as if they were going into the very bowels of the earth. Shea could feel sweat beading on her body and her lungs laboring. She concentrated on breathing, the only thing that would keep her sane.
    Jacques realized she was trembling, her fingers twisting nervously in his. His mind pushed through her natural barrier and found her uneasiness, her ridiculous fear of bats and closed-in places. She was uneasy with the Carpathian ability to shape-shift. Even his thinness, as he moved through the cave, made her