Carpathian 20 - Dark Slayer

crimes his body had been used to commit. He would have to face them every day of his existence. And he risked falling back into Xavier’s hands.
    He looked around him at the circle of faces. There was no impatience, no restless movements. They simply waited for a decision.
    If I am tainted beyond the ability to be saved from Xavier, give me your word that you will slay me, lifemate. I want only you to see that damning evidence .
    Ivory caught her breath at the enormity of what he asked of her, drawing the attention of the dark one. She kept her gaze locked with Razvan. To kill her own lifemate . . .
    I ask that you carve me on your wall, that I can remain safe in your soul. Do me that service, although I may be unworthy. If you keep me safe, I will have a chance in the next life .
    Ivory’s fingers crept into Raja’s thick fur and clutched there. Her throat closed and for a moment her eyes burned.
    She held his gaze, refusing to look away from his courage. It will be my honor .
    Razvan continued to look at her, soaking her into his mind, drawing her into his lungs, feeling her courage and strength, pride in her welling up until he nearly burst with it. He took her courage for his own and, still looking at Ivory, nodded his head to the healer.

    â€œI ask that you follow my lifemate’s lead,― Razvan said. “If she wants you to leave, give us your word that you will do so and all of you will leave us immediately.―
    Gregori exchanged a long look with the prince. He means to commit suicide or have his lifemate slay him .
    You cannot save the world, Gregori , Mikhail sent back, his voice weary. You can only do your best. If you can help him, do so; otherwise we leave them to their fate. It is their wish and any Carpathian, male or female, has the right to choose death over dishonor .
    â€œSo be it,― Gregori said aloud to Razvan. “Mikhail and Falcon will guard our bodies while we try this.― He looked at Ivory. “Are you strong enough? If Xavier attacks him while you are in his mind, can you fend the mage off?―
    Her lashes raised and she met the dark one’s gaze with eyes of steel. Warrior’s eyes. Calm. Cool. Remote. “Worry about yourself, healer.―
    Gregori inclined his head, a brief smile somewhere between amusement and respect touching his mouth. He gestured for Razvan to sit in the snow between them. As Razvan settled down, a little tense from being in such a vulnerable position, five of the six wolves made a circle around them, with Farkas lying beside Ivory, his head in her lap. Ivory laid one hand in his fur and the other on the hilt of her knife.

    Mikhail, Falcon, Sara and Gary took up positions around them to better protect the circle.
    Ivory closed her eyes to send herself seeking outside her body.
    Razvan stopped her with a gentle hand to her arm. Her lashes lifted and she met his gaze.
    I just need to see you looking at me one more time. Just like this. No condemnation. No disgust. No fear. You look at me as if I am a person to you .
    She lifted her chin. You are much more than a person to me, Razvan . She deliberately used his name. You are my lifemate. In this world, the next, or both .
    The caressing note in her voice flooded him with warmth. A slow smile curved his mouth. It felt rusty, like his lips might crack and his jaw might break, but inside where no one could see, he held that first smile close.
    â€œReady?― she asked.
    â€œJust be careful. Both of you,― Razvan cautioned.
    Ivory shed her body and entered her lifemate. Gregori’s light burned hot and bright, almost luminescent, the mark, she knew, of a strong healer. He allowed her to take the lead, although she sensed his reluctance. There were scars inside the body, a multitude of them, and signs of torture beyond endurance, yet Razvan had endured.

    She moved to his brain. Before she allowed Gregori to delve too deep, she intended to keep her promise to Razvan. She alone would know if he had cause for the guilt that weighed so heavily on his shoulders. She alone would know whether he was truly the criminal he had been branded as for so long.
    It had been difficult to maintain her objectivity when she’d encountered the scars that reminded her of her own, but his memories were a virtual minefield. Xavier’s experiments and tortures were unthinkable, the things he’d forced Razvan to endure, to watch,