Carpathian 17 - Dark Celebration

and met so many of Rafael's people.
    "No, I like that you re Carpathian, Colby, it's kind of cool." Paul raked a hand through his hair. "And I love where we live and Dad's brothers, but if this man, Gary Jansen, is related in any way to mom, I want to know him. And I want to know why we were never in his life."
    "Have you asked around about him?"
    Paul nodded. "Rafael told me his name and said that he's friends with Gregori.
    Apparently, he does a lot of research. You're older than me. Do you remember Mom ever talking about her family? Did you meet any of them?"
    Colby shoved both hands through her thick mass of hair in agitation. "I remember a little bit, Paul, and none of it was good." It was painful to remember the past, and even though Colby had thought those days of feeling inadequate were gone forever, finding out that Razvan was her father had made them all come back.
    "In what way?" Paul persisted.
    Rafael appeared beside Colby, tall and strong; his face could have been carved from a statue, finely chiseled with great care around his sensual mouth. Every evening when she woke, when she saw him like this—a warrior, her lover—she always felt such a rush of emotion, almost overwhelming. Rafael looked at the world with ice-cold eyes and at her with hunger and love. For a woman who never quite fit in anywhere, it seemed a miracle.
    His arms now circled her, pulling her right up out of the chair, his larger frame nearly completely engulfing hers as he tucked her into the shelter of his body.
    I do not like these thoughts. You did nothing wrong as a child. It is best not to think of these things when it brings you so much pain.
    Paul has a right to know certain things.
    About her. About her father. About their mother. She laid her head against Rafael's chest.
    It was all so complicated, and her background was rather humiliating. She didn't want Paul to be ashamed.
    She had been the one to insist on coming to the Carpathian Mountains for the big celebration. She thought it was important to get to know other Carpathians and be just a little more social. The ranch in South America was isolated, enormous, and the De La Cruz brothers were treated like royalty—feared, but still given far too much deference. Colby thought it would be good to remind them they weren't the only ones in the world with gifts and duties. Now old wounds were being torn open on the very night when she had hoped to solidify their place in a community. She had to delve into the past and tell Paul the truth about their mother's family.
    Rafael hissed his displeasure in her ear. "You do not need to prove to anyone that you are worthy of belonging. You belong with me."
    "I know." She rubbed her face against his chest. "I just want Paul and Ginny to feel they belong."
    Rafael caught her chin and lifted her face to his. "They have always had a sense of belonging. With you. You provided for them when no one else would, gave them a home and love and security. Few could have done what you did at such a young age."
    Paul came around the table and put his arms around both of them. "Colby, did I upset you with my questions? I'm not looking for another family. I love the one I have. I don't understand what's wrong with you, but you've been acting upset and restless for the last hour. I've been afraid to leave you alone for too long." He looked at Rafael for confirmation.
    Colby took a deep breath and pressed her hands against her churning stomach. "Everyone has secrets, Paul. I never wanted you to feel different. I've watched you and Ginny for any signs of being unusual—especially you—but you both seem to be very normal, without psychic gifts and without any ability to shapeshift." Her fingers clung to Rafael's shirt.
    He brought up one hand to the nape of her neck, strong fingers easing the tension out of her. "I always thought shapeshifting was normal," he said.
    "Well, it's not for us," Colby said. She was near tears. Paul had so much to contend with.
    He was a young teenage boy, yet he had worked a ranch nearly all of his life, hard, backbreaking work. They'd lost their mother and eventually Paul and Ginny's father to an accident, and the three alone had kept the ranch going.
    "I started showing signs of psychic ability very early. I could sense dangerous things, especially if I was upset," Colby confessed in a little rush. "Mom admitted to me that my father was 'different.' That's all she said at first. But then later, when I was about thirteen,