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to see Julian kneeling beside the fallen owls. He looked like a warrior of old, battle-scarred but
undefeated. His golden hair flowed around him, blood dripped steadily, his face was set as if in stone,
lined with pain and weariness, yet his hands were gentle as they touched the birds, stroked the feathers,
and chanted the Carpathian healing ritual in words as old as time itself. She found tears swimming in her
eyes. This man who stood so calmly and faced death, who could destroy an enemy mercilessly,
ruthlessly, thought first to heal her and then the creatures of the forest. Pride rose in her for this man. She
might never understand what his words had done to bind them together, but she was suddenly glad that
he had done so. Julian was an exceptional Carpathian male; it was clear to her that he thought of others
before he thought of himself.
I might just be falling in love with you. She brushed the words in his mind, her voice a stroking
caress.
Julian didn't look up at her, but she felt his smug smile.You already are in love with me , cara mia.You
are just too stubborn to admit it to yourself. I walk in your mind with you. I know you love me .
Keep on fantasizing, she teased, and turned back to the task at hand, leading the group of humans
back toward their campground.
Julian was uneasy with her leaving his sight.Call me if you feel in any way disturbed. Do not forget
the recent trend of vampires traveling together in these parts. And you have now seen for yourself
that lesser vampires, those who have recently turned, are often used by the more ancient and
skilled undead. You must be very careful .
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I am beginning to think your lectures are even more tedious than my brother's, Desari replied,
somewhere between laughter and exasperation as she led the humans away. She was no fledgling to be
treated as if she weren't very bright. Sometimes the males of her race set her teeth on edge.
Julian could not hurry the healing of the owls. Each feathered body had to be entered and healed from
the inside out. He tried to push away every thought but becoming energy and light so that he would make
no mistakes. Still, he felt guilt for using the beautiful creatures the price to be paid for once more feeling
emotion. Sorrow and guilt over the owls that had lost their lives. Fear for Desari, for the separation
forced on them through his own weakness.
Wearily he tossed the last owl into the air and watched the powerful wings lift the bird high so that it
soared away. He was swaying now from the tremendous drain on his energy, from the volume of blood
he had lost. He desperately needed to go to ground and seek the rejuvenating sleep of his people while
the soil healed his body.
Julian turned and surveyed grimly the blackened ground strewn with the owls he could not save. With a
sigh he once more called down the lightning from the clouds and sent a bolt slamming to earth to ignite the
bodies. When the last of the forest floor was clean, he stepped away from the area to bring up the wind.
It whirled around like a small tornado, sweeping ashes high into its funnel and dispersing them in all
directions.
Julian shape-shifted slowly, his muscles and sinews protesting, his shoulder shrieking in outrage as he
once again compressed his body into the shape of a bird of prey. One wing did not want to move
correctly, so it required great concentration and skill to take flight. Once in the air, Julian soared over the
forest, seeking the vampire's recent kill. It, too, was a grim task, and he did not want Desari anywhere
near the site. He spotted her with her charges, returning the campers to their tents and motor homes.
He dipped low to ensure no danger threatened her before proceeding up the riverbank away from the
main campground. Desari touched his mind with warmth and concern, and he attempted to feel strong
and able so she wouldn't worry. He could feel her compassionate nature, her soft heart a beacon to guide
her lifemate back from the edge of predatory madness.
Below him, he smelled the stench of death. He dropped low, and circled the riverbank twice before
gliding to earth. He shape-shifted as he landed. At once his body protested again, this time the pain
nearly driving him to his knees. He had never been able to abide weakness in himself. Swearing
eloquently to himself in the ancient language, he walked to the bodies of two young gold-panners. They [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]