Carpathian 04 - Dark Magic
murdered in front of my eyes." Savannah's fists were clenched tightly. She wanted to hit something, and Gregori seemed a solid enough target.
"I will not take chances with your life, ma petite" he emphasized, his arms circling her waist from behind.
When she would have stepped away from him, he tightened his hold on her. "I will not, Savannah. You should never have been here."
"You lost your chance at the vampire because of me, didn't you?" she demanded, tears in her voice, shimmering in her eyes. "He couldn't sense your presence—you're able to do something to mask it—but he knew I was there, even though I was invisible."
It was the truth. He didn't want it to be, especially with her so confused and upset. Gregori couldn't bear it when she was unhappy. But there was no way to lie, and he wouldn't have done so even if he could have. He remained silent, allowing her to read the answer in his mind.
Savannah shook her head and banged it against the heavy muscles of his chest. "I hate this, Gregori. I feel so useless. I feel like I'm endangering you. We are lifemates. I asked you to meet me halfway in my world, and you've done it. You've done everything I've asked of you. What have I done to live in your world with you?"
Gregori bent his dark head to the slim white column of her neck. "You are my world, ma petite , my very existence. You are what makes living bearable. You are my light, the very air I breathe." His mouth brushed her pulse, her earlobe. "You are not meant to walk in death. You never were."
She swung around, her blue eyes darkening to deep violet. "If you walk in death, Gregori, then that is where you will find me. Right beside you. I belong where you are. I am your lifemate . There is no other.
I am your lifemate." She held up a hand, furious at the situation. "There will be no more discussion on this.
You can do no other than to see to my happiness, and the only way I will be happy will be to learn to cloak my presence from vampire, humans, and Carpathians alike."
Savannah stalked away from him, leaving him standing on the water's edge as she went back to Gary.
"Come on, let's get out of here."
"What happens when the bodies are found? The cops are going to come looking for the last person seen alive with them," Gary said, reluctantly stepping back into the boat. He was still digging muck out of his nose and mouth.
"No one saw you with them," Gregori answered quietly. "They saw only two men leaving the hotel, two men walking through the Quarter, and two men getting into the boat. That's why we cannot take the boat back."
Gary blinked. "How do you propose we get back? Fly?" he asked sarcastically.
"Exactly," Gregori answered complacently.
Gary shook his head. "This is getting too bizarre for me."
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"Do you wish me to blank out your mind from experiencing this?" Gregori asked politely, his thoughts clearly on Savannah.
"No," Gary said decisively. He caught up the laptop from the seat of the boat. "But why don't you take me to another hotel? You and Savannah could use some time alone. And to be honest with you, I wouldn't mind thinking things over a bit. There's a lot to take in."
Gregori found himself liking the mortal even more. He had no idea a human might be so sensitive to another's feelings. Raven, Savannah's mother, had been like that, but she was a special case, a true psychic. His experience with mortals had always been with those hunting him, butchering and murdering his people. He preferred to stay at a distance from mortals. He was not prepared to like Gary Jansen.
Savannah was already dissolving, mist streaming through the tendrils of fog, moving across the water.
Gregori caught Gary up and launched himself skyward, streaking after her. Gary squealed, a high-pitched sound suspiciously like that of a piglet. He couldn't help himself as he clutched at Gregori's broad shoulders, his fingers clenching the shirt hard. The wind was whistling past his body so fast, he had to squeeze his eyes closed tight, unable to look down.
Wait for me, Savannah , Gregori ordered, his black-velvet voice edged with iron.
She didn't even hesitate. She continued moving quickly across the river toward the French Quarter.
Savannah ! He was imperious now, a flat order delivered in his mesmerizing voice. You will do what I say .
No, I won't . There was defiance in her voice, a mixture of belligerence and sorrow. He
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