Carpathian 17 - Dark Curse

that is yours. Your life will be cherished by me for all my time.\"
    She flung her head up, her red braid whipping across her shoulder, glacier blue eyes crackling and glittering with anger. \"Really? Is this what you call cherishing me?\" She pressed a hand to her neck where the thin trickle of blood continued. \"You took from me without permission. Without asking. Without one thought for how I might feel.\"
    All the while she reprimanded him, her gaze kept dropping to the blood pooling at his side. He had to stop it.
    If he was Carpathian-and he had to be-he could close the wound on his own and keep his life\'s essence from flowing away.
    Te élidet ainaak pide minan. \"Your life will be placed above my own for all time.\" His expression didn\'t change. He kept his arms outstretched, presenting her with a kill target. His black gaze never left her face. His expression was utter, absolute serenity, although his eyes blazed with a dark possession.
    Fury shook her. \"You won\'t have a life if you don\'t heal yourself.\"
    Te avio päläfertiilam. Ainaak sÃ-vamet jutta oleny. Ainaak terád vigyázak. \"You are my life mate.
    You are bound to me for all eternity. You are always in my care.\"
    She hissed out her breath, teeth snapping together. \"You don\'t just get to claim me and think it\'s all going to work out. Not when you\'ve taken my blood without my consent.\" Her heart was pounding as she watched his life ebbing away with the flow of blood. \"Do something.\"
    \"It is not my choice. Life or death is the choice of my life mate. If you reject my claim, then you are condemning me and I willingly die by your hand.\"
    Her blue eyes were twin chips of burning ice. \"Don\'t you dare blame your death on me.\" But she was already springing toward him, unable to stop herself. Her throat nearly closed with fear as she clamped both hands over the wound in his side. She wanted to shake him. Literally just grab him and shake him until he saw how utterly ridiculous he was being.
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    So much for her romantic love story. \"You might be the hottest man in the village, but your brain is about the size of a pea,\" she muttered under her breath. \"Close the wound. I don\'t have that kind of ability.\"
    \"Then it is life you choose for me.\"
    His voice was enough to make a woman want to strip and jump him and the effect he had on her annoyed her more than anything else.
    \"You deserve to die just for being stupid,\" she snapped, but she didn\'t let go of his side, pressing tightly, making certain to clamp down and prevent further bleeding. \"Now heal yourself.\"
    He gave a slight, old world bow. \"As you wish.\"
    That voice was seduction itself. Her body tingled, her breasts heavy and aching. She didn\'t want him touching her, or brushing her face or body with his black gaze. She could hear his heart matching the rhythm of hers.
    Air flowed in and out of his lungs in tune with hers, a soft sighing so that their breath mingled together.
    Everything feminine in her, everything she was, Carpathian, mage and human, rose up to meet the male in him.
    \"I wish for you to get yourself some psychological help. You can\'t seem to make up your mind whether you\'re a vampire or a hunter.\" She deliberately injected scorn into her voice.
    His expression didn\'t change. He didn\'t even blink, but she\'d scored a hit. They were connected now, all those unbreakable threads she felt between them allowed her to read his emotions and gave her an insight to the predator she was prodding. Her heart stuttered and her stomach did a funny little flip.
    He didn\'t move, yet he was closer, much closer, his body pressing against the small palms of her hands where they were buried into his side. \"Have no fears, päläfertiil , I have made up my mind.\"
    She didn\'t like the sound of that-the soft purring in his voice that sounded more like a threat than a reassurance. She felt the heat suddenly bursting from his body, saw the flash of white light glowing around her hands. His flesh grew hot, although it didn\'t burn her, merely cleansed the blood from her skin. She dropped her hands abruptly and stepped away from him, looking up the long length of his body to his incredible face.
    His body up close was too masculine, too strong, too everything. Wide shoulders, solid-he looked invincible-even though she\'d managed to get a knife into him. She swallowed fear and took another step back.
    \"I have to go.\"
    \"We