Carpathian 20 - Dark Slayer

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    Mikhail glided from the center of the room, closing the distance between them. He clasped Razvan’s arm in the formal manner of greeting between two experienced and respected hunters. “ Pesäsz jeläbam ainaak —long may you stay in the light. Thank you for your great service to our people.―
    Razvan didn’t move. Didn’t speak. He stared over Mikhail’s shoulder even after Mikhail turned to Ivory and clasped her arms in the same formal manner.
    â€œ SÃvad olen wäkeva, hän ku piwtä —may your heart stay strong, hunter,― Mikhail greeted. “Your people thank you for your great service.― He stepped back and bowed, a long, low sweeping bow indicating great respect.
    To Ivory’s shock, the entire room bowed with him. Emotion choked her, constricting her throat, and she glanced to Razvan.
    He hadn’t moved. Hadn’t changed expression, as if he were frozen there, his face carved in stone. He hadn’t seen the tremendous tribute. He hadn’t taken his eyes from across the room. She turned her head to follow his gaze.
    There was no mistaking who the woman was seated beside Nicolas De La Cruz— Lara . Ivory couldn’t drink in her beloved Nicolas, not when Razvan’s heart shattered into a million pieces. He just crumbled inside. Outside, he appeared aloof and apart from everything. Inside, he simply dissolved. His inner peace was gone—destroyed. He couldn’t breathe; his heart accelerated to the point she feared it might explode.
    Every memory, every horrendous detail of this child’s life, crowded into his head. The scent of her blood. The feel of his teeth tearing into her flesh, unable to stop, unable to do anything other than warn her, try to get her to run. Yet there was nowhere for her to run. No place for her to go, and he was helpless to save her. The hopeless despair and weight of terrible guilt drove him to his knees. Tiny red beads tracked down his face. His hands were unsteady as he tried to push himself up.
    Razvan just knelt there beside her, and for the first time, Ivory felt panic. He wasn’t ready for this. She should never have allowed him to come to this place. She dropped to her knees beside him, her arms around him in spite of the fact that he didn’t want her comfort. He didn’t feel he deserved it.
    He had been unable to protect his child not only from Xavier, but from himself, from the monster Xavier had forced him to be. To Razvan, possession was no excuse. This child, his beloved Lara, had been born of him, but like Skyler, she had been in the midst of monsters.

    He knew her. He loved her. Even when he couldn’t feel the emotion, it had been there, far off, remembered. His sense of family, the Dragonseeker blood, calling to him, to her.
    â€œFather?― The voice was a child’s voice.
    Razvan looked up and there she stood, right in front of him, tears sliding down her face. Lara wrapped her arms around him and held him to her with Ivory.
    â€œIt’s all right. Really. I’m all right. Nicolas has taken great care of me, and now that you’re here with us, and I know you really were trying to get me out of there, everything is all right.―
    â€œI do not deserve you.―
    Lara smiled. “Neither does Nicolas, but I love him all the same.― The smile faded and she looked serious. “I am proud to be your daughter.―
    Nicolas helped Razvan to his feet. “And I, your son.― He grinned a little mischievously, something that shocked Ivory as he leaned over to brush a kiss on her cheek. “Hello, Mother.―
    Ivory gave him a mock scowl, but the ease in Razvan was worth the unfamiliar teasing.
    Razvan found a smile forming in his heart. “Take my daughter and sit where she can rest,― he instructed, “so they may get started.―

    Ivory touched his mind again. The terrible pain had eased, but she knew he still felt it. She wrapped her arm around him tightly and clung there while the prince walked to the middle of the room and the hush fell again.
    Gregori and Savannah carried their babies into the center of the room. The crowd erupted with joy, the walls expanding as though they couldn’t contain so much happiness. Razvan wrapped his arm around Ivory’s waist and held her close.
    â€œEveryone will pledge to love and