Carpathian 20 - Dark Slayer

respects and left as quickly and as quietly as possible.
    Do you think Xavier will make a move against the prince’s child?
    I have no doubt, especially if the child is male . Razvan considered it carefully. He will have to make his move. He hates the Dubrinsky family above all else. They represent the power of an immortal race .

    We can be killed , Ivory pointed out. As such we are not truly immortal .
    When Xavier looks in the mirror, his flesh is rotting off the bone, and he looks at you, what do you think he wants? He stays alive now only by the blood of others, and yet every day he is slipping more and more. The blood cannot change his rotting brain. His entire life he has fought to defeat that family. He must do so now .
    Then we must be ready for him. This might be our chance, Razvan, but we will need time to prepare for the battle . There was not so much eagerness as purpose in Ivory’s voice.
    That is probably why the master vampire was in the area. He searches for Xavier .
    She drew in her breath sharply, skidding to a halt there in the deep forest. Razvan stopped immediately and turned back to her, shifting to his normal form. She followed his example, unknowing that her face was as pale as the snow beneath their feet.
    â€œWhat is it?―
    His voice was gentle. His eyes were gentle. Everything about him was, except for his strength, that deep, abiding, relentless strength that meant he would never stop. He didn’t put his arm around her to comfort her—she would have pulled away.
    He simply put one hand on her shoulder and looked her straight in the eye, questioning. Not once did he invade to demand an answer. He stood there, simply looking at her, waiting for her to confide in him. She found him irresistible.
    â€œAs you know, Sergey was my brother. Long ago, in another time, he was my brother, yet he joined our greatest enemy.
    The very man who had me torn apart. He became the very thing that Xavier used to chop me into pieces and scatter me to the wolves. They laughed, Razvan. I can still hear them sometimes when I first awaken from beneath the soil. I tell myself he is not my brother, but it was my brother who made this choice. He wanted to become vampire. He chose to go into league with Xavier. He did these things not to avenge me, but for power. Because my brothers believed the Carpathian people should follow them. They want power.―
    She didn’t want that knowledge to hurt anymore. She wasn’t that same naïve young woman who adored her brothers and believed the best of everyone. She knew Prince Vlad had sent her to Xavier’s school, not to help her but to get her out of his son’s sight. She looked at Razvan, unaware of the tears in her eyes. “It still hurts.―
    This time he did pull her close in that same gentle, slow way.
    He wrapped his arms around her and pressed her face into his shoulder and just stood, silently offering her comfort. She thought his compassion might diminish her somehow, but it only filled her with warmth and steadied her as nothing else could. She wasn’t that young girl anymore, but she wasn’t alone either. She had Razvan, and somehow he fit her like a second skin.
    â€œI am all right,― she whispered, pressing a kiss along his neck. The blood pounded there, calling to her. Her body stirred restlessly and she felt the instant answering heat of his. “It was a momentary weakness, passed now.―
    â€œNot weakness, fél ku kuuluaak sÃvam belsÅ‘ —beloved.
    You are supposed to feel whatever you can. Regret, sorrow, pain, even betrayal. There is reason for sadness in that, for the loss of a loved one. Grief. You do not dwell on these things, but you must feel them. It is part of life.―
    She sent him a small smile, pressed one last kiss against his neck just to feel his warmth and take in his masculine scent.
    She stood there, her body leaning into his, her face buried against his throat, and she knew she could face anything with him. “We certainly can say all those things have been part of our lives,― she agreed, forcing a briskness into her voice to cover the emotion that threatened to spill over as she stepped away from him.
    His fingers curled around her arm, slid down to her wrist and remained there like a bracelet. She couldn’t look at him, not when her heart was so full. She felt silly and shy and out of her comfort zone.