Carpathian 20 - Dark Slayer

very large knife has been trying to unearth them .
    Fury pounded through his veins and thundered in his ears. Who dares to try to kill my daughter and her lifemate?
    I will bring him to you .
    Do not come to this place. I think they are about to put me through some kind of trial to determine if I am their traitor .

    Ivory hissed in his mind, and a very feminine, unwarriorlike image of retaliation on the lot of them made his groin throb, not with anticipation but in sympathetic pain.
    â€œRazvan, the counsel wishes you to submit for testing from a chosen panel,― Mikhail said. “Ancient warriors that lived under my father’s rule. They do not know me well.―
    He lifted his voice. “Though they are sworn to defend me, they do not trust my judgment and will have the choice when we are done here to leave this council and go their own way without heed, but also without allegiance to our people.―
    In essence, Mikhail was giving the ancients this one time of doubt and then he would not tolerate it again.
    Razvan shrugged. “So be it.―
    Sun scorch them all. O jelä peje terád . Ivory bit out each word so that not only Razvan could hear, but Gregori, Vikirnoff, Natalya and the prince—everyone who had given them blood.
    Her contempt was palpable, blatant, reducing them all to maggots beneath her feet.
    Razvan had to stop his grin from showing. He glanced at Gregori. That is my lifemate .
    A rare one , Gregori agreed.
    He sighed, obviously steeling himself for his task. He beckoned the chosen ancients near. Vikirnoff. Mataias. Tariq and Andre.
    Each one had to pronounce Razvan clean of Xavier and find no hidden agenda. One wrong thing and they would slay him.
    Gregori grit his teeth, hating that they had to appease the ancients. To him it was a slap in the face to question the wisdom of the prince.
    Had they questioned their own prince , Razvan reminded him, perhaps Ivory would have been spared her ordeal and Rhiannon would not be dead. The war between mage and Carpathian might never have taken place .
    Gregori marveled at the absolute calm and acceptance in Razvan. Gregori had no wish for others to invade his privacy to the point that Razvan would have them search his memories and know every humiliation suffered. It was cruel and wrong as far as the healer was concerned.
    I love you, Ivory , Razvan sent gently. More than life. Leave me now. Do not let them invade you as well . Although these men would have knowledge of her as he did, the terrible things she had endured. Wipe out the direction of our lair from my memory . He knew she was capable. She was capable of far more than any of them knew.
    Ivory complied and then she was gone, leaving him entirely alone once again.

    Ivory had no patience for niceties. She marched onto the healing chambers, uncaring of the owls flitting through the trees and the grim-faced Carpathian males falling in behind her as she approached the series of caves. She felt the wrench of a safeguard and dragged the traitor through the mild barrier with her just to show those around her she didn’t need to stop and unravel their pitiful safeguard for either her or the spy.
    She entered the caves, looking down her nose at the guards, her expression haughty as she stalked through the tunnels, following her lifemate’s scent unerringly. As she turned into the third cavern, making the descent, she was forced to protect her captive from the building heat.
    Ivory moved through the tunnel, looking at none of the guards, her head up, her eyes unknowingly fierce, the boy, Travis, firmly in her grip. Her crossbow was slung across her shoulder, giving her wolves a clear view of front and sides as she made her way through the chamber.
    Falcon made a movement toward her and she heard Sara gasp.
    She held up her free hand to halt them. “Take me to your prince, Falcon.―
    â€œPut down your weapons, Ivory.―
    â€œI am a weapon. I can bring down these caves and kill everyone inside, including your precious prince, and you know it. Do not argue with me. Take me to your prince now .―

    Falcon stepped in front of her, leading her through the long entry, through the tunnel lined with warriors. “Travis,―
    he said gently, “you will be fine.―
    â€œNo thanks to you,― Ivory said with a sniff of disdain.
    â€œI hope you are a better warrior than parent, Falcon.―
    He flashed her