Carpathian 16 - Dark Demon

amazing ability with so many ancient teachings.
    Natalya swallowed hard and pressed on. I need to send the warrior back to the nether world and seal him there for good .
    I feel your power. It is alive in the room and surrounding him.
    Natalya took a deep breath. She could do this. She was born to do this! "Shadow and dust shall be reclaimed, earth sealing the tomb from whence you came." She was gaining confidence. This was her realm of expertise like no other in her. "Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, warrior return, breathe your last." Her voice swelled with command. "Air, earth, fire, water, hear my voice, obey my order, thrice around your grave do bound, evil sink into the ground. I now invoke the law of three, this is my will, so mote it be."
    The shadow warrior stared at her a long moment with his fiery eyes. He bowed slightly and gave her a small salute with his sword. The wind rushed through the room howling, reaching for the warrior, dragging the smoke and dust out the door into the air.
    The shadow warrior was carried away, his spirit set free at last, his insubstantial form blown into a million molecules and scattered across the sky.
    "May you find eternal peace in another realm while the wind takes what is no longer yours to the four corners of the world so your rest may never again be disturbed."
    Natalya dropped her sword and sagged against the wall, her arms aching, eyes streaming, skin burning in the glare of the sun. She found herself sobbing, her chest tight and painful, throat raw. Her body felt leaden, on fire, stretched beyond all physical boundaries. Worse than that was the emotion churning through her. Everything was all mixed up, swirling in a black eddy and clouding reason.
    Natalya.
    She closed her eyes at the sheer intimacy he gave her name. Ainaak enyém, why do you weep when you have destroyed what no one else has ever defeated? You are an amazing woman. A true warrior and I can give you no higher praise .
    His tone held admiration, respect, but most of all a dark, purring sensuality that turned her insides to mush. She couldn't look at him without feeling weak-kneed and stupid. She hated to be so confused and emotional and weeping in front of him like the little slip of a girl he had called her.
    You need to shut your heart and lungs down . She wiped at the tears on her face and forced herself to her feet. "I'm not giving you any more blood and you're losing it everywhere."
    I cannot shut down my heart when you are crying like your heart is broken.
    "I absolutely refuse to play Juliet to your Romeo. It's just adrenaline overload, that's all."
    She pulled the balcony door closed and locked it, trying to find her normal bravado and rid herself of the emotional storm.
    It is impossible to lie to me, although perhaps you are good at lying to yourself and do not really know your own mind.
    Natalya yanked the drapes over the door, once again blocking out the light. The relief was tremendous. She stood briefly, eyes closed, gathering her strength. She had never been so tired. She wanted to lie down and sleep forever. "How bad is the wound this time?"
    He cut my thigh. I was grateful his aim was not a few inches higher.
    "Which means you're bleeding all over the place again, aren't you?" She hurried to his side and pulled back the quilt, ashamed that she had taken so much time to recover from her fight with the shadow warrior.
    Vikirnoff was covered in blisters, his skin raw and angry-looking. Blood bubbled up from the wound on his thigh. Natalya didn't give herself time to think. She was already on automatic, pressing her hands to the wound, looking around for the wooden bowl with the remaining soil Slavica had left to refresh the packs.
    "You're a mess," she said.
    So are you.
    She ducked her head, preparing the soil, avoiding his too-intense gaze. She knew she looked like Frankenstein's bride. And he didn't have to sound so gentle. She was going to cry again if he kept it up. It was easier to be angry. She didn't even know what the hell she was crying over, but she couldn't seem to stop.
    Why would you think such thoughts'? You are a beautiful woman and you must know it.
    Look at yourself through my eyes.
    She tried to crush the sudden thrill his observation caused. She was so confused. So upset. Her world had turned upside down. Everything feminine in her responded to her greatest enemy.
    You are angry with me because you think I did not trust you enough to stop my heart and lungs. That is not