Carpathian 20 - Dark Slayer

discord between us. A lot of discord. More than any man will ever want to have in his life.―
    He burst out laughing, sticking his fingers in his mouth to ease the sting. “I will remember that.―
    She gave him a sniff of annoyance and gathered weapons.
    Razvan had divided his time between helping her, caring for her and working on his proficiency with the various weapons she had. He was a quick learner with astonishing reflexes, and was very disciplined about his practice. He spent hours with the crossbow and sword each night. He practiced tumbling and hand-to-hand as well as throwing the arrowheads. He was quick and intelligent and she enjoyed his company, but most of all his tranquility. He had brought her peace and joy.
    Razvan held out his arms and Blaez and Rikki leapt onto his back easily, merging into his skin until he was decorated with detailed tattoos just as the rest of the pack joined with Ivory.
    They gathered the soil and the documentation of the experiments, and scanned meticulously before streaming out into the night and streaking fast across the sky toward the Carpathian settlement.
    As they flew across the forests and meadows, they spotted evidence of vampires passing through the vicinity. Blackened shrubbery. Withered branches. Split tree trunks. In one area it was obvious a battle had taken place: the ground was blackened.
    Ivory sucked in her breath. They are out in force .
    He will come for me . Again his voice was absolutely calm.
    No .
    Ivory dipped her wings and circled away from the ravaged wasteland below, taking them through a narrow pass and then over rolling hills dotted with small farms, but she felt his smile.
    You will not be smiling long if you keep it up .
    I was just saying .
    You were provoking me .
    I would not do that .
    The female owl sent him a haughty look and began her descent, calling ahead to the prince to announce their presence. His house looked quiet. Deserted. She pulled up in alarm and settled into the tops of a tree to use the owl’s acute sight to examine the area around the house.
    They left in a hurry and they did not shift .
    Raven is pregnant, fairly advanced in her pregnancy , Razvan reminded her. Is it possible it is her time?
    The bad feeling inside of Ivory got worse. Perhaps we should use our blood call to the healer , she suggested uneasily.
    Razvan didn’t hesitate. He went inside himself to find the strain of healer blood running through his veins and sent a call: We have need to speak with the prince but find his home empty. We both are uneasy. Is there trouble?
    There was a long silence, as if the healer might not answer, and then his voice came. Faint. Faraway. Stressed. Hesitant. My lifemate cannot hold on to the babies. We are in the cave of healing, preparing a birth chamber. Lara and Nicolas have been injured .
    Razvan turned the owl’s head and looked at Ivory before launching himself into the air, the female following this time.
    There were no words to say. If Nicolas had been injured, they had to have been attacked—and attacked deliberately. The master vampire—or Xavier—had determined who was saving the unborn children and had made a bid to remove that obstacle to his plans. But how did they know to attack Lara?
    Razvan questioned, remembering that brief hesitation from Gregori. They think I am a spy in their camp and that I gave up Lara to Xavier .
    Immediately Ivory dropped toward the ground, shifting form at the last moment to pace through the snow with quick long strides of energy, radiating a fury that couldn’t be mistaken.
    She had heard that small hesitation in the healer as well.
    â€œWe go, Razvan, and we could be walking into a trap. They might try to jump us, and if they do, we will have no choice but to fight our way clear.― She whirled around to face him, a slow hiss escaping. “Someone will die.―
    Razvan regarded her with dark, somber eyes, leaning against a tree trunk with casual ease, watching her move like quicksilver through the snow. He loved her ferocious protection, the fine fury that shone through her, radiating out like the brightest moon.
    â€œI will go alone.― He kept his tone quiet, very calm.
    Her chin went up. “You will not be their sacrifice. They are upset. On edge. They need a scapegoat and they will make you one. We both know it.―
    â€œOne of us has to speak with the prince. You are the better warrior.