Carpathian 10 - Dark Symphony

you are uncomfortable, pull away from my mind. You will have the control to do that. Have you noticed that your power and sensitivity to the environment around you is growing?"
    "Why is that?"
    "You are my life mate. As our lives merge, so do our bodies. I made my claim on you, the ritual binding, and we are tied in heart and soul." His smile was in his voice. "In this modern age, I suppose that sounds melodramatic and old-fashioned."
    "Not to me." She hesitated, suddenly afraid. "What do I do?"
    He went to her, recognizing she was close to tears. The intensity of her sexual need was overwhelming. Continually having to adjust the volume of hearing and coping with the
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    separation without understanding why was daunting. He stood behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and held her to him.
    Antonietta shivered. "You really can do this?"
    He felt the small tremor that ran through her body. "I will be with you. Remember, you cannot see through your own eyes. You have to merge completely and see through mine. I can use Celt or any person I have a particular bond with to see, even from a distance. We have a strong bond. There is nothing to worry about. I can hold the merge, and you will be able to see."
    "I'm not certain I understand, but I want to try." She sounded scared but determined. Her hands gripped his. 'Tell me what to do."
    "Let yourself reach for me. You know the path. It is the same as making love, merging minds completely. Just let it happen."
    Antonietta forced air through her lungs to calm herself. She was terrified it would work.
    Terrified it wouldn't. Very slowly she reached up and removed her dark glasses. Her fingertips touched her eyes. She felt him. Byron. Moving in her mind. Looking into places she didn't want anyone to see. She jerked away from him.
    "It is all right, bella, I am not looking for incriminating evidence. You are in my head as well. It goes both ways with mutual respect. Try again, and this time relax."
    Antonietta dug her fingers into the back of his hand and let go with her mind. Allowed her barriers down to merge. It was a peculiar feeling, not unpleasant, a blending of two personalities. She waited. Held her breath. Colors shimmered and danced. Raw. Vibrant. Too much so. She cried out and put a hand over her eyes. The colors didn't go away.
    "Just accept them and let them go."
    She tried. Her stomach roiled. She could make out something blurry in the distance.
    Byron was focusing on something. She strained backward, pressing against him. But she forced her eyes to stay open. She wasn't certain it was necessary to do so, she could tell the vision came from him, not her, but she wanted to feel as if she were truly seeing. The edges began to clear. Her stomach lurched again. Everything tilted and spun.
    "This isn't right. I don't think I'm doing it right. Everything is moving and spinning so fast."
    "Hold on tight to my hands. Anchor yourself. It is not your eyes, Antonietta. They are mine. You do not need your fingertips to tell your brain what you are seeing."
    Something dark danced on the walls. She ducked to avoid it.
    "A shadow, the firelight reflected on the wall. You can put your hand through a shadow.
    Concentrate. I am going to narrow our vision to see one thing. Celt is lying peacefully beside your bed. I want you to see him."
    Antonietta fought a very real case of vertigo. She turned her head, and objects burst at her much like rockets. She cried out. "It isn't working." She pressed her hand hard against her churning stomach. "I'm going to be sick."
    "No you are not. We can stop if you want." His hands held hers tightly.
    "Just look at Celt. Only Celt." She was a Scarletti. Her family never backed away from a challenge. "I can do it."
    She focused on the distant, blurry object. The borzoi lifted his head, and everything dipped and spun. She refused to look away. The image began to clear. Celt. Sprawled next to her bed. He was enormous, black, a noble head. She had no way of judging distances.
    Antonietta flung out her hand, thinking him close enough to touch.
    "He is across the room."
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