Carpathian 20 - Dark Slayer

warned.
    â€œIt is only designed to reverse Xavier’s dark command.
    We cannot really tell if it will work until we use it on someone the microbe is already attacking. I need to make certain this will not harm the living, especially a child. I am a little reluctant to try it on Syndil even now.―

    A sudden hush fell over the room. Ivory’s skin prickled. The hair on the back of her neck and on her arms stood up. Her breath caught as an unfathomable anguish gripped her by the throat. Around the room, she saw the others freeze in their tracks, their eyes widened in horror. Syndil gasped and began to weep. Shea’s face lost all color. The test tubes in Gary’s hands began to shake while the glass slide in Gabrielle’s numb hand fell and shattered on the floor.
    For a moment time seemed suspended. Except, Ivory knew it couldn’t be true, because she could feel the rapid thud of her heart, pounding inside her chest like a drum. If time had stopped, so, too, would her heart—wouldn’t it? Dazed, uncomprehending, yet fighting an inexplicable urge to weep, Ivory reached blindly out to Razvan and felt the solid connection as his fingers closed around hers.
    A broken, anguished cry shattered the stillness. Help me! All healers to the cavern! We are losing them .
    Gregori, the impervious. Gregori, the all-powerful. Ivory trembled to hear him so desperate, so frantic, and it was clear the others were equally as shaken. Gabrielle and Shea dropped their materials and bolted for the door.
    Syndil started to follow, but Ivory grabbed her arm. “What is it? What’s happening?― She knew. She didn’t want to know. The outpour ing of grief gripped her heart, shredding it, and she knew she was feeling Gregori’s emotions.
    Tears had filled Syndil’s eyes and begun to spill down her cheeks. “We’re losing the babies. They cannot stop the birth.―
    â€œGod help them.― Ivory covered her mouth with one hand. Her knees were weak and rubbery and she leaned back into Razvan, gripping his arm to keep steady. They had come too late. Far too late. No matter what they learned now, they had not saved the fragile babies.
    Vapor shimmered in the room and then Mikhail was there, his powerful presence filling the small space. “We have great need of you now, Ivory. They are slipping away. You are the last hope for my granddaughters.―
    â€œBut I have never even tried it on soil, let alone a child,―
    she protested, her stomach knotting. Razvan . She breathed his name as her talisman.
    You will do this .
    She shook her head. “Not on an infant. An untried spell. I will have to summon the dark magic in order to reverse what Xavier has wrought. Anything could go wrong.―
    Mikhail’s face hardened. “It has already gone wrong.
    You must.―

    She forced down the lump threatening to block her throat, grateful for Razvan’s supporting arm. “Mikhail . . .―
    She broke off, swallowing hard. “There’s no guarantee this will work—or even that I will not harm them more. Xavier is a powerful adversary. So much could go wrong.―
    â€œYou must do this if we have even a small chance of saving them.― Mikhail was implacable. “Everyone believes you are our best hope. Gregori asks this of you.―
    Gregori. The man who had fearlessly gone after the four shadow fragments Xavier had placed in Razvan to allow his possession. Gregori hadn’t flinched. But infants . . . Ivory shook her head, swallowed hard and sighed.
    You will do this , Razvan repeated with complete confidence.
    â€œSo be it,― she whispered, hoping Razvan’s calm would rub off on her.
    â€œMake whatever preparations you must, but hurry,―
    Mikhail urged. Then he was gone.
    â€œRazvan,― Ivory said, her voice hoarse with grief and worry. “You know how evil Xavier’s spells are. I cannot go into a sacred birthing chamber and call forth the darkness.
    Anything can happen.― Even as she protested, she used magic for cleansing, rather than her ritual bath, as time was of the essence.

    â€œNothing you have ever accomplished has been easy, fél ku kuuluaak sÃvam belsÅ‘ —beloved—but you have done it.
    This is too important not to try.―
    She leaned into him for the briefest of moments and then, gripping