Carpathian 23 - Dark Storm
encounter with Arabejila.
He’d been shocked. Horrified even. He was so certain she was dead. She had not responded
or spoken to him and he hadn’t searched her mind when he had the chance. He stayed
very still, reaching out carefully. If he knew what words had bound him, he could
undo the weaves quite easily. He just had to get inside her head. She was his lifemate.
Her blood would answer his call, but his touch would have to be delicate.
He tamped down all anger, not an easy feat when Arabejila was to blame for everything
that had gone wrong in his life and he was already plotting to kill her and everyone
she might care about. His touch on the thick weaves was very careful, seeking a tie
to her. His blood stirred, but remained cold. Silence. Emptiness. There was no contact
at all. If he didn’t know better, he would say she was dead.
Puzzled, he changed tactics. The sense of urgency grew as the mountain rumbled and
the gases spewed high. Below him, the gathering fiery storm threatened to break free.
Abruptly he felt a difference, as if the weaves had loosened just that little bit
as if she hadn’t quite set them before she turned her attention elsewhere. She’d been
gripping him hard, and now, that death grip was gone.
Triumphant, he struck hard, slashing through the weaves. They held, stronger than
he expected against his all-out assault. He exerted pressure on his bonds, fighting
panic, afraid his struggles might attract the attention of the hunter. Danutdaxton
had become something much more as well, there in the volcano, and eluding him was
essential.
The bindings tightened once, but then unexpectedly dropped free. Exalted, Mitro rose
quickly toward the barrier and the one spot he’d spent centuries thinning. It would
take seconds to break through, and when the volcano erupted, he would go out the vent
with the gases. Elation swept through him. Glee. Triumph. Nothing , no one, could stop him.
Dax streaked through the furious volcano, moving as only a dragon could through the
lower chambers, upward, toward the barrier. He felt the subtle difference in the earth,
a pouring of comfort, a soothing hand stroking the volcano, easing the rising catastrophic
explosion that would have blown the top off the mountain and flattened everything
for miles.
Arabejila? He sent his inquiry, but he was positive she had been long gone from the earth. He’d
felt her passing. He’d felt the mourning of the mountain when she was gone. His blood
should have called to hers had she been alive. Still, the feel of her, the welcoming,
the power—it was all there. More so.
Silence greeted his call. Had Arabejila been close—and he knew someone was trying to soothe the volcano—their blood exchanges would have allowed him to
reach out to her. They’d been friends long before Mitro’s betrayal, but their centuries
of traveling together had deepened that friendship even further. Being around Arabejila
had allowed him some emotion. She had been unique that way, providing solace to the
warriors of their people—and Dax had practically been born a warrior. He had a gift
for ferreting out evil. He could smell it, see it inside , and from the moment he’d met Mitro he’d seen inside to his rotten core.
The volcano whispered to him as he moved through the scalding chambers, told him of
a woman, powerful, healing, a true daughter of the earth. Dax knew the moment she
plunged her hands into the soil—the volcano responded with a flutter of activity.
He felt the instant reaction, not only of the volcano, the soil, the very heart of
the earth, but in his own blood. Familiar, yet unfamiliar. Arabejila, yet now—more.
This woman was a force to be reckoned with. Where Arabejila was soft through and through,
this woman had a core of heat and fire.
He continued to streak through the labyrinth of lava-formed tubes and hollowed caves,
moving up toward the barrier. No doubt Mitro thought he could escape with the explosion
of the volcano, right through that small space the vampire had worked centuries to
thin. Dax had never let on he was aware of Mitro’s work.
He never caught the undead working to thin the barrier, and all traces were removed,
but Mitro hadn’t counted on one thing—the intense blood bond between lifemates. Mitro
had deliberately filled the mountain with his evil, so it would be impossible for
Dax to detect him, not with his
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