Carpathian 04 - Dark Magic

experience without you." He bent to brush her mouth with his. "Can you not feel that I speak the truth?"
    Savannah closed her eyes as his mouth took possession of hers, as his mind merged firmly with hers.
    There was such an intimacy in sharing his thoughts and feelings. Gregori was intense in his hunger and need. There were no doubts in him, no hesitation. He knew they would always be together; he would accept nothing else. If something ever changed that, he would choose to follow her into the dawn.
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    studying his face. "We can do this, Savannah," he encouraged her softly. "Do not get frightened and try to run from your fate. Stay with me and fight."
    A small smile touched her mouth. " Fate . Interesting word to use. You make it sound like I've been sentenced to prison." She took a deep breath and made herself relax. "You're bad, but not quite that bad," she teased him.
    His white teeth gleamed, his predator's smile. "I am very bad, ma petite . Do not forget that if you wish to be safe."
    She shrugged casually, but her heart leapt in response. "Safety is not a concept I strictly adhere to," she answered, her chin up.
    "That is a double-edged sword for me."
    Savannah burst out laughing, her natural sense of humor bubbling up. "You bet it is. I don't intend to make things easy for you. You've had your way for far too long. Now teach me how to do this. It's fascinating." She waved an arm to encompass the shimmering script.
    Gregori caught her arm to hold her still. "To release the pattern to our eyes is very simple. First study the pattern, then simply reverse it. Hand movements spread the molecules in the first place. Disturbing the air in reverse brings the designs back to where they were originally placed."
    "Who taught you such a thing?"
    "Many arts have been lost through the ages. Buddhist monks in Tibet had this one at one time to communicate without others knowing. We are one with the earth, with the air, with space. To command and move it is not so difficult." His hands began moving again, and Savannah was fascinated with the beauty and grace of his rhythm. "Do you know the ancient language? Read it? Write it? Speak it?" he asked her.
    "A few words only. My mother was just trying to learn it from my father when I left for America. I never had a chance to learn."
    "One more thing for me to teach you, chérie , and we both will enjoy the experience." His silver eyes were eloquent.
    "I can speak the healing chant. I think I was born knowing it. My father drilled it into my mother all the time."
    Gregori was moving carefully throughout the room. "The chant is as old as time, as old as our race, and very effective. It is imprinted on us before our birth and has saved many lives. Your mother had to learn it quickly, as every voice is needed." His voice was a whisper, as if his very breath might disturb the ancient message shimmering in the air.
    Savannah loved the sound of his voice, the black velvet that slid into her mind, into her heart. "What does it say?" Her voice was as soft as his.
    "It is from Julian," he said. "He has brought justice to two vampires that had recently taken up residence in this town, so that you would not be in any danger."

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    "See? There's no danger at all. We can enjoy the festival." She smiled brightly.
    "That is not all he had to say." His voice was neutral.
    Savannah's smile faded abruptly. "Somehow I knew you were going to say that. It looks like a lot of work for a simple sentence or two. Over by the window there it looks as if he left us a map."
    "He has several safe places scattered around the city, even in the bayou, to ensure our safety. Below, in the basement chamber, is a secret place we can escape to if need be. He left a present for us."
    She watched his face, her eyes on his. "And?" she prompted softly.
    "There are members of the human vampire-hunting society here. Morrison's name has cropped up again.
    Apparently, Julian stumbled on evidence of the group some time ago. They set up shop here in New Orleans because so many rumors of vampires persist. They believe there must be activity here to warrant their interest. Julian has given me some places to start looking. Names. Businesses. A local hangout where the members try