Carpathian 20 - Dark Slayer

had simply melted and her stomach had gone jittery. She knew she was flirting with fire, but right then, at that precise moment with his hair brushing seductively against her skin and his body hard and hot, yet his soul so peaceful, the combination drove her past fear and into a frenzy of need.
    She lifted her mouth and took his. For a dazzling moment, the world seemed to go up in flames, shifting away from them so they spun out of control, burning together, hot and wild, mouths fused together, minds welded tight, hearts beating the exact same rhythm. She hadn’t known how lonely she was until his mouth moved over hers—until his mind moved in hers. She hadn’t known her body could be so alive until she’d felt the skim of his fingers touching her reverently, exploring as if it was imperative to memorize every small inch of her body.
    She hadn’t known she could be so scared of losing someone again. She pulled away from him, but his hands held her close, not letting her escape too far. Unable to look at him, Ivory pressed her forehead against his chest.

    â€œI had no idea I was such a coward.―
    He laughed softly. “You are far from a coward, hän ku vigyáz sielamet —keeper of my soul. You are an extraordinary woman.― His lips brushed the top of her hair, lingered there for a moment, before he dropped his chin on top of her head and nuzzled her.
    â€œI cannot imagine the Carpathian males being so careful with their lifemate’s feelings as you are with mine.―
    He caught her chin and lifted her face to his. “We are not like others. We never will be. We make our own rules and we live by ourselves. Our world is different, Ivory. Never think yourself less because you are careful with your emotions. You are a warrior with a mission, a momentous task that few others would ever try to undertake. Never sell yourself short in any way. I take great pride in you and in the fact that I was chosen to be your lifemate. It is an honor like no other.―
    He meant it, she knew. She was in his mind and he meant every word. He made her feel special. It was an odd feeling after being thrown away by the Carpathian people, after the betrayal of her brothers when they made the decision to join the ranks of the undead and ally themselves with Xavier for power. It was odd to feel the intensity of Razvan’s emotions for her: his pride, the honor he felt, the absolute unwavering devotion to her. He was a selfless man, uncaring what others thought of him, but fiercely proud of her.
    Her heart did a jittery slide that seemed to go on forever, a slow turnover, and she knew she was lost. “I am more afraid of what is between us than I was facing the master vampire.―
    A master vampire who had once, long ago, been her very loved brother. Razvan curled his fingers around the nape of her neck and held her close to him, offering comfort when she didn’t ask for it. She would never ask for it.
    â€œI buried them long ago,― she whispered, laying her head against his chest and letting the strength in his arms hold her up. Here, in this dream garden, with no one around, she could show weakness, just for a moment, because she knew Razvan accepted her exactly for who she was. “I carry their souls in mine, in the hope that when I go to the next life, what I have done will count for them, and they will be given a second chance. Whether they take it or not is up to them. I had completely reconciled myself to their loss but . . .― She trailed off.
    There were no words to express the overwhelming grief and wrenching sense of betrayal when her brother had used the illusion of his earlier self in an attempt to kill her. She knew he would have destroyed her as easily as he would the farmer and his family, Travis and Razvan. She had been completely unprepared for that terrible pain, the heartache she felt at seeing him again.
    â€œI think it would be normal to feel that way. I was prepared for my sister to despise me, and I certainly feel I am prepared for my biological daughters to detest me, but that does not mean it won’t hurt.― He held her close, surrounding her with warmth. “You have a loving heart, Ivory. You guard it well, but those you let into your life are there permanently, regardless of what happens. I’ve heard the love in your voice and felt it in your mind each evening Nicolas comes to