Carpathian 20 - Dark Slayer

give us blood. It’s the love of a sister and yet it has been centuries since you have seen him, and he has done many troubling things in his life.―
    â€œBut he is such a wonderful man. He is so in love with Lara, your daughter,― Ivory pointed out. “I could love him for that alone. He has not yet completely brought her into this world, although both of them suffer for it. They give so much to the Carpathian people, trying to save the babies.―
    â€œShe has become sensitive to the light,― Razvan agreed.
    â€œAnd she cannot go to ground, but she can live many years without too many problems.―

    â€œHe worries she will get pregnant in her half-state. Did you catch in his mind exactly what she can do that no other can?―
    â€œShe is part mage, and they need a mage to hunt the microbes invading the women’s bodies. The microbes kill most of the children.―
    Ivory frowned and pulled away from him. She looked around the lush garden with its abundance of shrubs and flowers.
    Water wound lazily along the bed of a pretty little stream, coloring the rocks in sparkling golds and silvers. The ribbon of a waterfall zigzagged along the high rock face forming one wall of the garden. The water shimmered in a long drop. Butterflies flitted and birds sang even under the shine of the moon overhead. It was a dream world.
    They could stand together, close like they were, and she could feel the first thrill of love blossoming, the fierce physical pull between them, but even here, the real world crept in. Even here the snake that was Xavier crept in.
    â€œHe cannot reach us here,― Razvan said. “He no longer has my mind.―
    â€œBut he can. He colors the world in evil, Dragonseeker. Evil is such a little used word, yet he embodies it. There is no monster in the world equal to him. You saved Lara from him . .
    .―

    â€œMy aunts saved Lara. Even when they might have had a chance to escape, Xavier used my body to plunge a knife into Branislava’s breast. They were already so weak, kept drained of blood to feed his insatiable need.―
    â€œAs were you.―
    Razvan made no response, just kept pace with her as she went to the entrance of the maze. She took his hand again and drew him inside the labyrinth of tall shrubbery.
    â€œLara is still dictated to by Xavier. She cannot be wholly converted until he is destroyed.― Ivory sighed. “We must find a way to rid the world of such evil.―
    â€œIt is Lara’s choice to remain in the half-world between mage and Carpathian. Her lifemate will protect her, just as I would you. That’s freedom, Ivory, true freedom, and thankfully her lifemate understands she needs that above all else. He must trust her enough to know that when he tells her time is over for their safety, or health, that she will listen to him and allow him to convert her and bring her fully into the Carpathian world. He will not let her give too much of herself, nor would any of the Carpathians want her to do so,―
    Razvan pointed out. “Ivory,― he stopped her again, standing in front of her to bring her hand to his mouth.
    Very gently he rubbed his thumb back and forth over her knuckles—knuckles that had seen too many fights and would see many more. “We have accepted that we will hunt Xavier. And we will not stop until we destroy him. But we will live while we take this journey. Each night we rise, we will live.
    Every minute. Every moment. We will celebrate our lives and enjoy our journey, good or bad. He cannot have us. He cannot have those we love.― He brought her knuckles back to his mouth and swirled his tongue over the scars there. “Do you understand what I am saying to you?―
    Ivory took a breath. She felt herself falling forward into the very depths of his eyes, a very non-warrior-like thing to do, but in that moment she didn’t care. A slow smile warmed her eyes to liquid gold. Razvan had just given her a key to the way he had survived. He would not ever allow Xavier to truly own him.
    Whatever path his journey had taken, he had accepted the consequences and was at peace with his decisions, no matter how difficult they might have been.
    She brushed back that thick mane of silky striped hair, and then allowed her fingertips to trace the worn lines in his face. Her throat closed on an unexpected lump. “Do you