julian felt his breath catch in his lungs, his throat constricting to the point of closing off completely. dara was so beautiful, on her knees, her silken hair caressing her body, pooling on the quilt around her. her skin was flawless, her narrow rib cage and small waist emphasizing the fullness of her breasts. he loved the sound of her voice, so pure and true, like nothing he had ever heard before.

desari could not escape him; he felt quite complacent in that regard. her expression, as she glared down at him, trying to be exasperated with him, could not erase the softness of her dark eyes. she didn't have a mean bone in her body.

julian simply reached up, caught her waist, and lifted her easily with his extraordinary strength. he shifted his body at the same time, a fluid motion that settled her directly over him. her long hair brushed his thighs, his hips, dancing over his skin as erotically as the most skilled fingers. when he lowered her gently, his body had already surged to life, hot and hard, eager for the feel of her velvet sheath tightening around him.

desari gasped as he filled her, driving every thought from her mind but the need of her body to match julian's insatiable appetite. her eyes went wide, and julian reached up to cup her breasts while his golden eyes held hers captive. they were sharing more than their bodies, desari knew; she was looking into his soul, and he so clearly could see hers. he moved his hips, rocking her gently, telling her more about him than his wild, untamed possession had.

"there is no one more beautiful than you, desari," he whispered softly, "not in all the world."

her smile was slow and seductive, the smile of a woman certain of the power she wields. she traced the definition of his muscles, ran her fingers through the mat of golden hair on his chest. time seemed to stand still as they went on a lazy, sensuous exploration together with mutual silent consent. his hands followed the satin contours of her body, lingering in every intriguing place, memorizing the feel of her.

his hips picked up the pace a little more aggressively, and she could feel the hot, slick passion rising with every stroke. deliberately she began to ride him, tightening her muscles so that the friction increased, so that hot velvet gripped and teased him. she loved watching his face, the way his amber eyes heated to molten gold, the way his breath became labored, the way passion emphasized his dark sensuality. his hands gripped her waist hard, his teeth clenching, a harsh cry tearing up through his body as she exploded around him, ripple after ripple, taking him with her. they soared together, climbing higher than either would have thought possible in so short a time.

desari lay over him, safe in the protection of his arms, content to be still, uttering no words to mar their remaining time together. she could hear the branches of the trees brushing against the side of the cabin, see the moon lighting the room with a silvery glow. dawn was approaching faster than desari would have liked, but they still had time to be together for a while longer.

the wind blew through the open door into the room, filling the air with tales of the night. all at once julian's hands on her waist gripped her hard, keeping her motionless. the warning came to her from his mind, a silent urging to quickly clothe herself, while he rolled off the bed, coming to his feet in one fluid motion. everything about him suggested menace. he made a motion with one hand, instantly providing his muscular body with civilized trappings.

you stay put, he ordered without looking at her, already moving out of the cabin and down the steps, determined to meet any intruder as far from desari as he could safely get. he had been an arrogant idiot to take her from the protection of her family unit when she was hunted. the darkness in him provided an even brighter beacon for the undead, for his sworn enemy. whatever was out there, stalking them in the night, was close. he felt it, sensed it, although he could not identify the threat.

he inhaled sharply, studied the sky, the woods, the very ground itself. he looked every inch of what he was, a dangerous predator.

dam, if an attack comes, call to your brother to meet you, and go to him immediately.

desari had no intention of doing any such thing. if anything threatened them, she was not going to run like a rabbit and leave him to face an attack alone.

what is it?

she asked.

desari's soft tones eased some of the tension in julian.

what do you feel?

he demanded her answer, his demeanor reminiscent of her brother's.

there was a moment of silence while desari's senses flared out into the night. she felt no threat. none at all. crossing her arms protectively across her breasts, she went to the door to lean against the frame, inhaling the night air. nothing.

are you certain there is a threat to us? i detect nothing of the kind. i can assure you, julian, i am not without my own power. i think i would know if danger were near.

if a carpathian as powerful as desari could not feel a threat, there was only one reason. she was not the one being threatened. julian took several steps out into a clearing, circling cautiously, waiting to meet the menace. it was there. somewhere close. he felt the oppressive channeling of energy directed at him. it was strong, much stronger than he had anticipated, beating at his mind with thoughts of defeat, an attempt to tear down his self-confidence. julian had used such a mind trick himself on many occasions. it angered him that his adversary would think him such a rank amateur.

it was easy enough to reverse the apprehension, sending it winging back through the night air, reinforced with his own power and strength. there was a moment of complete silence. the very insects seemed to hold their breath, as if his retaliation had struck and the recipient was in a cold, killing fury. the attack came from his left, a blur of motion impossible to see. it was julian's heightened senses that saved him from the slashing, raking claws. the leopard materialized out of thin air, going straight for his belly with a terrible ferocity. the claws came within a hair's width of nailing him. julian actually had to hold his breath to prevent the cat from laying his belly wide open.

cursing, julian took to the air, shape-shifting as he did so, acquiring razor-sharp talons, a wicked, curved beak, and a six-foot wingspan. he dove straight at the muscular black leopard, talons outstretched.

the leopard somersaulted to avoid the lethal charge, heading toward the cover of the trees, knowing its huge, feathered opponent would not have easy maneuverability in the canopy of branches.

desari stood perfectly still on the porch, her eyes fixed on the terrible battle.

julian. darius. her worst nightmare come true.

she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. then she lifted her hands toward the moon and began to weave an intricate pattern, even as she sang softly.

notes sprang to life in front of her, notes of silver and gold, spilling toward the two combatants. her voice swelled with purity, with beauty, took wing, and rose above the clearing, spreading outward into the forest. the song was a whisper of sound yet perfectly clear. the notes danced like whirling eddies of stardust, spinning around and between the leopard and the owl.

desari's song carried far into the night, and everyone and everything within hearing had to stop and listen. the song was of peace and understanding among all species. her voice was not of the earth but a blend of musical notes so in tune with the universe that even natural adversaries, anything within range of the music, could not possibly be at odds. caught in the mystical enchantment, darius was unable to hold the shape of a stalking leopard, and julian nearly fell out of the sky as his body regained its original form. he landed rather heavily, quite close to darius.

the men stared at one another, astonished at the power of desari's voice. it held them easily within its spell, two strong carpathian males unable to find the aggression to continue their battle. her voice continued, drawing the notes into a net of silver and gold shimmering brightly in the moonlight. the net enveloped the two men, weaving tiny radiant threads between them. they could only stare at her, captivated by the sheer magnificence and power of her incredible gift.

darius could feel the depth of his sister's emotions, her need of this man, her body's demands for him, her uncertainties and fears. he could feel the fierce, protective nature, the possessive streak, the deep hunger and desire for desari, the passion running so deeply in the carpathian male. he felt the melding of their two souls into one solid unit, shared between two separate bodies.

julian could see clearly into darius's heart. the demands of his very soul to protect his sister, to see to it that all within his family remained safe. the man feared that julian was vampire, the undead, luring his sister to her doom. he would fight to the death, take anyone who threatened her with him. there was no peace for darius. he fought the terrible darkness the males of their race were forced to battle toward the end of their existence. he fought it and with only the sheer force of his will survived each rising.

the silver and gold notes began to shimmer, their luminescence slowly fading with the whisper of her voice falling away. there was silence. it was loud, almost obscene after the beauty of her song. darius continued to stare at his sister. julian was frankly awed by her display of power. he, like most carpathian males, generally thought of power as a destructive force. desari had as much power as any male, but of a completely different kind.

"i did not take her away to harm her," he offered, his voice low.

desari's dark eyes flashed. "no one could take me, darius. i go where i desire, not where someone takes me."

"i can see you have made your choice, little sister," darius replied evenly. "but this man will not be an easy companion." he could smell the combined scent of their lovemaking, the male's blood mingling with hers. however the golden-haired stranger had done it, desari was locked to his side for all eternity. "i am darius," he introduced himself reluctantly. "desari is my sister."

"julian savage," julian returned, gliding to the porch to take up his position at desari's side. his very posture screamed possession, yet was protective, almost tender toward desari. "desari is my lifemate."

"we have never before encountered another like us. all have been the undead and had to be destroyed." darius's dark eyes, so like desari's yet so coldly lethal, measured julian. whether darius found julian lacking or not was hidden beneath the impassive mask he wore.

"there are a few of us left," julian said quietly. "we are often hunted by those who have turned vampire as aggressively as we hunt them." his hand found the wealth of silken hair tumbling down desari's back and crashed a fistful of the ebony strands in his palm almost absently, his touch tender. "did you know she could do that?"

"i do not even know what the hell she did," darius admitted.

"i am here." desari sniffed indignantly. "and i know exactly what i did. if the two of you were not so arrogant and conceited, you might have considered that the women of our race would have endowments equal to those of the men."

julian glanced at darius, just a quick flash of golden eyes, but darius caught a glint that might have been amusement.

"arrogant? conceited?" julian reprimanded with a grin. "desari, that is a little harsh."

"i do not think so," she told him severely. "you are like two territorial male animals, circling each other threateningly without even knowing what the other is about. how intelligent is that?"

"desari..." there was a distinct warning in darius's voice.

she glanced down at her bare toes, then blushed, realizing that darius knew exactly what had taken place in that cabin. how could he not? julian's scent clung to every inch of her skin. julian's hand went to the nape of her neck, his strong fingers beginning a slow, soothing massage. he was linked to her mind, and he felt her discomfort at her brother's knowledge of their intimacy.

the protective touch on her neck provided her with courage and conviction, and her gaze leapt back to her brother's face. "i hold you in the highest respect, darius, you know that. no sister could love her brother more. i do not know exactly what this thing is between julian and me, but it is strong and compelling. the two of you will have to get along without further physical violence. i mean it. i ask little of you, but this i will insist on from both of you. you must promise me. you must give me your word of honor."

darius's dark eyes smoldered in warning. "do not put too much faith in him, little sister. you do not know him. a stranger comes into our midst, heralding an attack on your life, and you trust him completely. perhaps you are far too trusting."

julian's breath eased out in a long, furious hiss. his golden eyes glittered with menace. "you are quick to judge those you do not know." his voice was soft, even pleasant, but no one could mistake the threat beneath the surface. this darius was like gregori - he was of the same blood as the healer, second only to the prince - and he sensed the shadow in julian just as gregori did.

"and you underestimate your enemies," darius pointed out, his voice like black velvet. "you are so sure of yourself that you take too few precautions to safeguard the one you have claimed as your own. it was unbelievably easy to unravel your pitiful attempts to divert me."

julian's white teeth gleamed in the waning moonlight. "i knew you would follow; how could you not when you are responsible for your sister's safety? in any case, you could do no other after the assassins had been allowed to make their attempt on her life." he delivered the blow smiling but without humor. they were indeed playing cat and mouse.

desari shoved julian so hard and so unexpectedly, he teetered for a moment on the edge of the porch. "that is it. i have had it with the two of you." she tilted her chin at them. "i will have no more of this nonsense. i will not leave my family at this time, julian. you can accept my decision and remain with us as a member of our unit, or you can go your own way. if you refuse to accept him, darius, then i will be given no other option than to follow where he leads." exasperated, she glared at them. "get over it already. i mean it."

julian's mouth twitched, the amber eyes softening with amusement. "is she always like this? you are a tolerant male to have raised such an impertinent woman."

desari shoved him again but this time julian was ready for her, laughing out loud at the eruption of her temper, catching her wrists easily and pulling her into him. "i gave your brother a compliment, caressima." his voice was a tender caress, teasing, fanning smoldering embers within her to instant heat. "is that not what you wanted?"

she tilted her chin. "that is not exactly what i had in mind, julian."

"i have not had much experience pleasing women these last few centuries. in truth, i had forgotten how difficult the females of our race could be," julian told darius with a straight face.

"difficult?" desari was outraged. "you call me difficult when you and my brother were trying to tear each other limb from limb? the males of our race are in dire need of self-control. you have too long had things your own way. it has made you arrogant and conceited and very spoiled."

darius suddenly moved, his speed incredible even within their race, his body forcing his sister's into the shelter of the porch, down low. "merge with savage now, as you did before," he commanded, a hiss of sound in the stillness of the night.

desari obeyed because she always obeyed darius, merging her mind completely with julian's. she expected anger, at the least smoldering resentment at darius's high-handedness. instead, she found him on the alert, moving to position himself alongside darius to protect her. she submerged herself within julian's mind so that any outside source probing and seeking a feminine touch would get nothing.

she felt the darkness sweeping over the land, the perverted aberration they called the undead. the vile touch of the vampire sickened her as it moved ever closer, searching, always searching. she smelled the stench of evil, the twisted, damned soul of one who always killed his quarry, drained his victim's lifeblood, often after torturing and tormenting the doomed creature.

sheltered between the two powerful males, desari was unafraid, but the vileness of the vampire was making her body react, her stomach rolling and heaving. julian enveloped her mind completely as he had done before, shielding her from the undead as it raced across the sky. dawn was on the heels of the vampire, and it could not face even the first rays of the sun. it needed to find sanctuary immediately. it passed overhead and was gone, leaving a dark stain in the sky like an oily patch of evil.

"they seek our women," darius hissed grimly. "always they track us down. i know it is the women they sense." he sent an urgent inquiry traveling on the wind.

is syndil protected? the undead have once again found us.

julian reluctantly allowed desari to surface from the total submersion, his arm circling her shoulders protectively. his heart was pounding in alarm. had the darkness in him brought this vile creature straight to his lifemate? he had to destroy the demon.

the reply to darius's inquiry came back on the mental path used by the family unit so that both darius and desari heard the news.

we felt his approach and took precaution. syndil is deep in the earth where he cannot find her should he try another probe. it is near; he must go to ground soon.

the voice was barack's.

do not fear, darius, no one will take syndil from us, and no one will attempt to harm her and live.

"there will be others," darius informed julian, once satisfied that all was well at home. "they have taken to traveling together in numbers, perhaps thinking those of us who hunt them will be more easily defeated." there was a natural self-confidence in darius's voice that said plainly it didn't matter to him how many vampires tried to defeat him; it would be an impossibility.

"my brother has resided in san francisco for many years, hunting the undead in the western united states," julian volunteered. "he, too, noticed a trend of late in northern california and up into oregon and washington of usually solitary vampires suddenly congregating. it seemed insanity to me that they would not simply avoid his area altogether."

julian stepped off the porch, taking desari with him, his fingers shackling her wrist. "what is the news of the rest of your family? the vampire did not detect the other woman, did he?" he knew darius had contacted his family; he would have done the same.

darius's dark eyes flicked over him. julian was astonished at how much the man reminded him of gregori, the healer of the carpathian people. although gregori's eyes glittered silver with menace, darius's black eyes could portray an equal threat easily. "our family is safe," darius replied softly, thoughtfully. "i will hunt this one now and go to ground when it is done."

"do not risk yourself. remember you are needed," desari said in a low voice, betraying her fear.

"i am needed to hunt down these killers," darius reminded her with great gentleness. "they follow us wherever we go. the reason vampires congregate in this part of the country, savage, is because desari prefers to perform in this region. her favorite place to play is a small resort north of here called konocti harbor resort and spa. it is much to her liking. the people are friendly, the audiences receptive, the countryside is beautiful, and the place is small and intimate enough to suit her."

julian circled her waist with one arm and brought her up against the heat of his body, needing to feel her for just a moment. "i should have known you were the troublemaker, desari," he whispered against the bare skin of her neck, wanting to comfort her with his teasing.

"do not do this, either of you." desari's soft eyes were liquid with sorrow. "you are trying to distract me, both of you. you will hunt this vampire despite my wishes."

"i will hunt," darius corrected firmly. "savage will stay here to protect you."

"no. desari is safe here for now. i will go with you," julian stated in a soft voice, aware of his lifemate's silent terror, that her brother would choose to be mortally wounded, and achieve an honorable death, fighting a vampire.

be easy, cara, i will ensure that your brother returns to you unharmed. no vampire could possibly defeat the two of us. go to ground, and we will return to you after we destroy the undead.

he did not want not to leave the hunting of this vampire to her brother for reasons of his own, as well.

her fingers clutched at his arm. there were tears in her mind.

you will probably end up killing one another without me to referee. i have given you my word on this, piccola.

you must trust me.

the deep timbre of julian's voice in her mind was reassuring, sending waves of warmth and comfort throughout her.

"there is no need for both of us to go," darius challenged softly.

julian's white teeth flashed in answer, but the smile did not reach his eyes. "i agree with you, darius. as desari relies so heavily on your protection, it would indeed be best that you stay with her." he leaned over and brushed his mouth over the corner of desari's lips. cara, do not fret.

already his solid form was shimmering, evaporating, so that it was a prism of crystal fog rising toward the graying sky.

darius swore under his breath, clearly outmaneuvered. he was beginning to feel a grudging respect for the stranger with the golden eyes. it had not been quite as easy as he had suggested to unravel savage's trail, and he had been fairly certain the man knew he was following. darius found him interesting. he didn't altogether trust him; he was a renegade, and there was something not quite right about him. something buried deep. darius intended to keep an eye on him.

"go to ground, desari. do not argue with me, as i am giving you an order, not asking. i want to know your exact location so that i may sleep above you in the earth this day." his hand touched her face in a display of love and affection that he wanted to feel, that he should have been able to feel, yet could not. nevertheless, he always granted her the gestures because he knew she needed them, knew she wanted him to feel those emotions that were no longer his to feel.

without waiting for a reply, knowing the dawn's first light would render it impossible for the vampire to hunt desari, darius leapt skyward, dissolving into a fine mist that streaked after the stream of iridescent fog. desari stared after the two male carpathians, squinting slightly as the twilight before dawn began to replace the darkness. she didn't want to feel fear for either of them - they were both strong and powerful - yet she couldn't help but worry. on more than one occasion, she had seen darius return torn and bloody from a vicious battle with a vampire. and they were braving the dawn as well, which would weaken them enormously, albeit not as drastically as it would one who had turned.

darius had always tried to keep the women away from that aspect of their existence, but she was of his blood. the same power and intelligence ran as deeply in her, and she knew of darius's terrible struggle. she knew he was slipping away from her. she feared for his soul, feared for her race and that of the mortal beings. she truly believed in her heart that should darius turn, there was no hunter alive who could defeat him. all would be lost, including darius and all he had done, everything he had sacrificed for them throughout the centuries.

she went into the small cabin and wandered around, touching the things in the room. works of art - unusual, old, and unique. julian liked beautiful things. she picked up his silk shirt, brought it to her face, and inhaled his masculine scent.

julian. i am with you, cara.

do not fret.

it was amazing to her that the communication between them was so strong. just a thought of him, the worry for him in her mind, and he was aware instantly.

i shall return to you soon. go to ground now. i will go to ground, she assured him, but i will not sleep until i know the two of you are safe. you will not monitor me while i destroy the undead. it would be upsetting maybe even dangerous - for you. please do as i say, desari.

he used the word please as if he were asking her, but there was a subtle undertone of command.

desari had never considered that. when darius hunted, syndil and she had always been secured in a safe place, contact with him restricted. they had never thought to defy darius; in such matters, his word was law. now all was changed. somehow, some way, she was locked to julian. the thought of him in danger was so terrible, she could barely breathe. how could she do as he asked and not touch him? not reach through the gray-streaked dawn and see for herself he was untouched by the vampire's vile perversion?

after all, darius was the ultimate warrior, a stone-cold killing machine when the situation demanded it. julian was a man with emotion, which could confer both weakness and strength.

desari left the cabin. it was rare for her family to use a building to rest in; most of the time they sought deep earth. they had learned in early childhood it was the only real haven in a dangerous land. all of them felt uncomfortable, far more vulnerable than usual, if they slept above ground. in the hours of high sun, their great strength was totally drained. and if their bodies somehow came to be exposed to that intense light, they would burn. early morning and late evening they could tolerate, although not always comfortably. even dim sunlight affected their hypersensitive eyes, the burning pain driving through their heads like shards of glass.

desari found an unobtrusive knoll covered in waves of green grass. she liked it immediately, feeling a sense of peace. with a wave of her hand she opened the earth and floated deep within its bed. immediately she sent the coordinates to both her brother and julian.

close the earth and sleep.

she recognized julian's soft-spoken commands. he was like darius in that he didn't need to raise his voice to convey either menace or authority.

not until you return. i do not want to have to force your obedience. as if that could happen. you seem to forget i am no fledgling but your equal. do not waste your energy attempting the impossible. destroy this vampire if you must, then return to me quickly. we will discuss your conceit on the next rising.

there came the soft echo of his laughter. desari relaxed, certain julian understood she would take no nonsense from him. when he struck, she was completely unprepared, the compulsion strong and total, the need to obey him paramount. before she could prevent herself from doing so, she relinquished control to him. immediately julian sent her to sleep, the deep sleep of their people, stopping her heart and lungs, covering her with the healing, soothing soil for protection and rejuvenation.

after his command to desari, julian turned his attention toward his goal. he would have to face desari's wrath on the next rising, but for now she was beyond the reach of any vampire. she was safe. no vampire could touch her using julian as a route.

feeling the dark presence of the undead nearby, julian settled to earth, his vaporous form shimmering into solid bone and muscle. darius materialized a heartbeat after him.

"you should have raised her to obey those who protect her," julian drawled in censure.

darius's black eyes, as cold as any grave, flicked over him once. "i have never had need to force dara's obedience."

they moved together, a slow, cautions hunt along the cliffside, all senses alert. the vampire would guard his resting place aggressively. "that is why she came away with me then? because you approved?" julian was running his hand lightly along the rock's surface.

darius caught at him and jerked him back just as a boulder from above their heads dislodged itself and smashed into the very place julian had been standing. "i knew she was in no danger. if you had wanted to harm her, you would have done so at the concert when the assassins struck," darius replied complacently. he was examining a section of sheer rock wall as he spoke, his attention caught by the layers of compressed agate and granite.

"ah, yes, the famous concert where you were guarding her."

"do not try my patience too far, savage. you are responsible for what happened at that concert. had i not been distracted by the power you exuded, the assassin-->>

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