Carpathian 05 - Dark Challenge

it before Darius or Dayan. "Perhaps we should do some cleaning up in here." He had his own burned palm from touching the door.
    Desari paled visibly. "No. I told you, I want him left alone."
    Barack deliberately stepped on a pile of dust particles and, ground them into the floor. "He cannot walk in here and think to have you. He has beguiled you in some way, Desari. It is our duty to protect you from one such as this."

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    Darius dropped an arm around his sister's shoulders. "Do not fear for this one, Dara. He is far too cunning to be caught in the dust on the floor. It is too obvious a ploy. He set it there to deceive us. Come, let us go. He is even smaller than what you see on the floor. Probably only tiny molecules in the air, and impossible, at this moment, to destroy." He looked around the room and up toward the ceiling. "I have used just such a method to escape detection myself on a few occasions. We will leave this place. I trust you have said your good-byes."
    Desari went with her brother, confident he would not lie to her. Dayan and Barack, just to make sure, swept up the dust and ran it under water until it dissolved down the drain. Satisfied they had rid themselves of the "creature," the two of them left to hunt for sustenance, leaving Darius to deal with his wayward sister.

Chapter Four
    Desari slipped out of the bus dressed in soft, faded blue jeans. Her shirt was ribbed cotton, V-necked, and form fitting. Deliberately she had not fed this night and kept hunger uppermost in her mind, knowing Darius might scan her. He had gone off to feed and might occasionally check on her.
    His lecture had been long and severe. Desari was feeling especially defiant and a little bit desperate. She had promised Julian she would meet him, and she knew if she didn't show up, he would come for her.
    This is very dangerous . She searched for him, sending out her exasperated distress. Darius and the others will be watching me .
    There was a moment of silence, just long enough that she thought perhaps she hadn't connected on the correct path with him. Completely unperturbed, totally arrogant, Julian responded. If you prefer, Desari, I will be more than happy to meet with them and discuss this rationally .
    You belong with me. They cannot interfere. And just who are those other two clowns? Do not try to convince me that they are also your brothers.
    I do not think I know you well enough to tell you my family's business , she replied haughtily.
    Do not deliberately provoke me , cara mia. I will admit to being a jealous man. Our males have never been famous for allowing their women to associate with other men .
    I do not belong to you. I belong to myself.
    Desari sighed as she made her way from the motor home down the street toward the tavern where she had promised Julian she would meet him. She shook her head. This was so ridiculous. Darius could track her at will. Men were beyond her understanding, even after centuries of trying to figure them out. Not one of them made any real sense.
    Darius does not have the right to rule your life any longer , piccola. That is the right of your lifemate, not your brother .
    Desari stopped dead in her tracks. He sounded so complacent, so insolent. Conceited. Overbearing.
    Arrogant. What was she doing?
    His laughter echoed softly in her head and brushed little flames over her skin. You want to come to me.

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    You know you have to come to me. Nothing can stop you. It is inevitable, like the tide. There can be no turning back .
    Her feet were moving of their own volition, pulled inexorably toward the bar. She moved several yards, reaching the corner before she realized she was under compulsion. His voice was low and beautifully pitched, a blend of the night and seduction itself. He was using his voice alone as his weapon, and she, like a rank fledgling, was responding. Desari forced herself to stop moving by grabbing a lamppost and hanging on.
    His laughter was low and taunting. Desire is more powerful than I realized. And it is the same for you
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    You wish it were , she responded, her chin up, eyes flashing. I refuse to play these childish games with you. Go away, and do not come back . He was right, though. She had never felt this way before. Every cell in her body was hot and heavy and aching for release. She wanted him. Pure and simple.