Carpathian 17 - Dark Celebration

understanding. "Of course you needed to see this. You have to be reminded occasionally what you're fighting for, Mikhail.

    All the effort you make is for them. If you never see a payoff, the workload begins to weigh far too much."
    He felt the ache in his throat as he stared around the room. There were so many of them, his warriors, tall and straight with their signature long black hair, eyes restless, but laughing now. He looked beyond them to the other males, some in the dining hall, a few in the bar, most outside where he could feel them. On the edge. No lifemate to bring them out of their barren existence. Would this help them? Give them hope? Or would the gathering only accentuate their loneliness?
    Raven leaned against him, sharing the warmth of her body. "We're not just a people, we're a society. But how can we be a society if we never interact with one another?" She reached up to touch his face, so lined with worry. "The old ways are gone forever. They are, Mikhail, as sad as that is. We have to find a way to bring these people together with new traditions. We have to make our own history now. We have enemies, yes, but we have this."
    She swept her hand around the room to encompass all the Carpathians as well as their human friends. "We have so much and you've done that. Gregori used to snarl about your friendship with your priest, Father Hummer, yet now, one of his best friends is Gary Jansen."
    The mention of his longtime friend, a priest murdered by members of the society for his association with Mikhail, saddened him. He forced his mind away from the past.
    "Sara mentioned that we've fought so many battles and been so long without children, we are not giving them the proper tools they need. Do you think she's right?" Mikhail's black eyes rested on Raven's face. Lifemates did not lie to one another, even if the telling was painful. He saw the answer in her face, the way her fingers tightened around his and she looked momentarily distressed.
    "You cannot think of everything, Mikhail."
    "I have no choice, Raven. That is my duty, my responsibility. These children are all Carpathian, and those who are not yet—soon will be. You are right in saying we're not just a people. We are a society and we need to start acting like it. Our enemies have managed to keep us focused on them, instead of paying attention to the details of our lives that are important. Our children are everything. Rather than be annoyed by their antics, as I have been with Josef, we should all be helping them learn."
    "Honey," she said softly. "Josef would try the patience of a saint."
    A small smile flirted with his mouth. "Okay, I'll concede that point. That boy is so old in some ways and so young in others. None of us have dealt with children, not in centuries, and trying to find the tolerance and patience is going to have to become a priority, especially now that some of our women are pregnant."
    Raven nudged Mikhail as Jacques and Shea entered the room. "She looks strained. Do you think she's in labor?"
    "Jacques told me she's been fighting it. I asked Syndil to choose a birthing place and to enrich the soil for Shea and the baby, hoping that would help Shea relax enough to give birth."
    "I'm surprised she came."
    "She was to meet an online friend here tonight. One of the guests. Eileen Fitzpatrick is her name. Have you met her?"
    "No, but Slavica mentioned her. Apparently, right before she came she had an operation for cataracts and she's spent most of the time in her room. She only came to meet Shea and would have put it off, but she's up there a bit in age and was worried this might be her only chance."
    "Jacques told me Aidan investigated her. She's supposedly legitimate, but I want to take extra precautions with Shea. At this point, I do not trust anyone near her—not even harmless old ladies with cataracts."
    Shea and Jacques made their way slowly through the crowd toward Mikhail and Raven.
    Mikhail stepped forward to greet his sister-in-law with a kiss on the cheek.
    "You are certain you shouldn't be resting?" he asked, looking at Jacques, one brow raised in inquiry.
    "I'm definitely in labor," Shea admitted. "This baby has decided he will come tonight whether I want him to or not. It's easier and faster if I stay on my feet as long as possible. I wanted to see the performance, but I moved a little too slow."
    Raven hugged her. "I can show it to you in my mind, every detail, especially the fun parts. The little ones were so cute