Carpathian 18 - Dark Possesion

condemning some of the same men who have been working to stop this."
    "I've never met any of these mythical men," Solange said, then glanced back at Jasmine. "But there may be some."
    "Many men sacrifice themselves for the common good. I saw Manolito step in front of a pregnant woman and take a poisoned knife for her. He died, n-nearly died." Emotions rushed up and overwhelmed her before MaryAnn could stop them. She was unprepared for the grief and sorrow sweeping through her, shutting down reason and logic.
    She turned away, blinking back tears, staring out the window at the mage. His hands followed a pattern and he looked triumphant, as if he knew exactly which safeguard had been used and how to unravel it.
    If only he would grow tired standing in the pouring rain. Tired and wet, his arms feeling like lead. So tired he couldn't see straight or think to remember the ancient words and flowing movements.
    MaryAnn watched the mage through the window, imagining his fatigue, hoping he was exhausted standing there, the rain pounding down on his unprotected head. He felt weak and weary and he desperately needed to get out of there . If they were really lucky, he was a little afraid of the jaguar-men and visualized them attacking him, tearing into his body with terrible teeth, crunching his skull with a single bite…
    The mage staggered back, lifting one hand to his head and staring back at her through the window. He pointed at her, saying something she couldn't hear, but it was clearly an accusation.
    "There in the trees," Solange said. "You drew them out."
    MaryAnn peered into the heavy canopy where the forest met the wide expanse of yard. One half-formed jaguar moved in the branches. He was a big man, well built, with shaggy hair and cruelty etched in his face.
    Jasmine shrank back into Solange's arm. "That's the one they call Sergio. He's terrible. They all listen to him."
    Solange nodded. "I remember him. He's a strong fighter. He could have killed me, but he knew I was a shifter and didn't want to take chances." She flashed Jasmine a small, humorless smile. "It gives us a little advantage." .
    "Why did you say I drew them out?" MaryAnn asked, her hand going to her throat in a defensive gesture.
    The mage was staring at her now and once again moving his hands in a flowing pattern. She had the feeling he wasn't unraveling the safeguards so much as trying to do something to her.
    Solange pulled her back away from the window. "He knows you stopped him. We should go downstairs."
    "I didn't stop him. I was only hoping he would get a little tired."
    "Well, your hoping delayed him, but not for long. I want you and Jasmine in the safe room." She led the way down the stairs. "You just set yourself up as a target. Sergio will know you aren't jaguar and that you're dangerous."
    "I'm not dangerous."
    "If you can break the concentration of a mage, you're dangerous. He'll want to kill you. Stay behind Jasmine."
    That was the last thing MaryAnn intended to do. Jasmine looked determined, but so frightened, MaryAnn wanted to gather her up and rock her. "I've got a couple of weapons as well," she said, and held up the pepper spray. "They won't be expecting it."
    "I won't let them take me this time," Jasmine said. "Not again, Solange."
    "They'll have to kill me to get to you, baby," Solange assured. Her voice was quiet and steady. "Believe me, I'm not going to let that happen. If we're very lucky, MaryAnn bought us enough time for the sun to go down and Juliette to get here to help."
    MaryAnn noticed Solange didn't name either of the two male-Carpathians, as if she couldn't—or wouldn't—
    count on them for support. Solange was far more damaged than Jasmine appeared to be. MaryAnn smiled at Jasmine. "Don't worry. Manolito will rush to help us, and so will Riordan, although you know him better than I do and probably are well aware that he would never let anything happen to you if he could help it."
    Jasmine looked down at her hands. "I haven't taken the time to get to know him. I've had a difficult time adjusting after the attack."
    "We stay to ourselves," Solange said. She met MaryAnn's steady gaze and understood the reproof, accepting it with a slow nod and a deep breath. "That probably hasn't been the best way to deal with things though. I think we need to go to the ranch and try to make a new and very different life for ourselves."
    "Do you really think that, Solange?" Jasmine asked. She pressed a hand to her stomach, fear in her