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  Colors danced behind his eyes. His heart pounded. His hips thrust forward aggressively. His teeth held her shoulder with the ancient dominance of the Carpathian male. Fire raged through him, over him, so much pleasure it was almost more than he could take. She moved then, her body so delicate and soft and feminine, the complete opposite of his. He shared his pleasure with her, the building, sweeping firestorm that threatened to engulf him.

  Jaxon pushed back against him, making a small sound of submission, indulging the growing wildness in him. They were both spiraling out of control, her body winding tighter and tighter, his hips thrusting forward in a frenzy, welding them together, closer and closer. She caught every desire in his mind, adjusted her body instinctively to accommodate him, just as he did for her. Her body seemed to tighten, to clench, then ripple with fiery release. His hoarse shout was muffled against the smooth skin of her shoulder. It was like an explosion of color and light, the earth itself moving under them.

  Lucian gathered her to him closely, pressing his large frame tightly into hers while waves of sensual pleasure washed over them, through them. They were both covered in beads of sweat. He sipped several, following the line of her spinal column to the small of her back.

  “You are so beautiful, Jaxon.” He breathed the words more than saying them, his lungs working overtime. He rested his forehead between her shoulders, his body still buried deeply in hers.

  He wanted to stay there for all eternity, in her mind, in her heart, in her body. His hand moved around to unerringly find the swell of her breasts. “Everything about you is so perfect—the way you feel against me, the way you move, your taste. I do not understand how I could have lived all those endless centuries without you. How did I do it?”

  Jaxon pressed back against him, on her hands and knees. Where only weeks earlier she would have been embarrassed by the position, now it was beautiful, sensual, erotic. She listened to the sound of their hearts beating in perfect unison. He was everywhere, surrounding her, swamping her with his masculinity, his enormous strength. The feel of his body over hers, in hers, was, frankly, very sexy. “I love this, Lucian. I really do. Every single moment with you.”

  Reluctantly he withdrew, lying back, rolling her with him to bring her up on top of him. His black eyes smoldered with intensity. She was so beautiful. He wrapped his arms around her, wanting to maintain closeness between them. “No one other than you has ever teased me before.”

  “You have that look.” She lifted her head so she could look into his eyes. She loved his eyes. Tenderly she traced his mouth. “Sort of scary. I imagine most people are intimidated by you.”

  His eyebrows shot up. “I do not intimidate people,” he said.

  Jaxon burst out laughing. “You intimidate people all over the place, and you do it on purpose.”

  Lucian lifted her in one smooth move and was on his feet with fluid ease. He tossed her without ceremony into a sparkling pool.

  Jaxon came up sputtering, her dark eyes laughing at him. “Are we going to stay here for a while?” He nodded, his smoldering gaze caressing her body beneath the shimmering water.

  Jaxon smiled at him, a siren’s invitation. “I do like the way your body responds so beautifully, Lucian.”

  “So do I,” he answered, his voice a whisper of seduction. “I think we will stay here in this cavern for a few risings. A honeymoon.”

  “We aren’t married,” she pointed out.

  “Of course we are. The Carpathian ritual is binding, my love, more so than the human ceremony. There is no word for divorce in our society. It is not an option.” Although his tone sounded mild, there was nothing mild about the smoldering passion of his hungry gaze.

  She shrugged one white shoulder. “You’re married, then, not me. I was human when you started all this.”

  “Then I will have to do something to make you realize you are well and truly bound to me for all time.” His white teeth flashed at her, gleaming menace like those of a predator.

  Jaxon had just enough time to get off one little yelp before he was diving through the air, slicing cleanly through the water, and coming after her. Laughing, she tried to swim away from him, only to be caught by strong hands at her waist and pulled up against his body.

  They spent three nights in the glittering cave, three nights of paradise, indulging themselves in each other: talking in low, intimate whispers, making love all night, flying through the sky as owls, shape-shifting into wolves so Lucian could share the joy of running free in the forest with Jaxon. They spent every moment together, holding hands, laughing, just being in love.

  Their ultimate destination, the old lodge Lucian had purchased, was made of huge logs with high-beamed ceilings and an open landing on the second floor. It was rustic but quite beautiful. Someone had built the house with loving hands and lived there long before it had been used as a hunting lodge by some rich sportsman. Lucian merely waved a hand to dispel any dust and grime that might have accumulated. She was grateful to see no deer antlers or stuffed wildlife decorated the place. The idea of so many animals slaughtered for sport made her sick.

  The furniture was interesting, in good shape, and rugged, as befit a lodge. Jaxon wandered through the rooms, wondering what was wrong with her. Her stomach was clenched in knots, and she couldn’t dispel the feeling of death and violence from her soul. She wished they were back in the cave, in the cleansing pools, where the stench of violence couldn’t seem to reach them.

  The lodge was built overlooking a lake, with trees all around, grasses and ferns everywhere. It was an unbelievably beautiful location, far from civilization, the nearest neighbors several miles away. Jaxon wanted to feel as if she was in a honeymoon cabin, but the cavern with its crystals and pools was much more to her liking. The lodge made her uneasy, as if, perhaps, she was feeling an echo of things long dead. Was it the animals slaughtered for sport? Was she now too sensitive for a hunting lodge? Had something terrible happened here in earlier days? Was it possible a previous owner of the lodge had committed a crime in his beautiful but remote home and the house still vibrated with violence?

  She walked through the large structure, able to admire the architecture without liking the lodge at all. Jaxon found herself shivering despite the fact that she could easily regulate her body temperature. Running her palms up and down her arms to warm herself, she knew her trembling had nothing to do with really being cold. “Do you feel peculiar in here?” she asked softly, not wanting to hurt Lucian’s feelings if he loved the house.

  Lucian had been watching her alertly, a shadow in her mind. He could feel her increasing uneasiness, yet there was no real echo of evil in the lodge. He glided in his graceful, silent way to her side, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “What is it, honey? You are afraid here.” He knew she had a curious built-in radar system when it came to trouble, yet he felt nothing. Just to be on the safe side, he scanned their surrounding area. The closest human was a mile or so away, a solitary hiker. He was staring down at the lake, watching for otter, his mind occupied with the wildlife. He was humming low, the sound vibrating softly in his mind. A group of humans was several miles away in a cabin. They were laughing, playing some kind of game together. There were campers in three other locations, all within a day’s hike of the lodge, yet they appeared to pose no threat to anyone. He picked up no thoughts of violence in any of the humans near them, and certainly there were no vampires or ghouls in the area. He would have known immediately.

  “I don’t know what it is, Lucian, only that this place gives me the creeps. It feels haunted in here.” His eyebrows shot up. “Ghosts?”

  Her elbow nudged him in the chest, her dark brown eyes censuring him. “Very funny, Lucian. And don’t tell me your best friend is a ghost. I don’t want to know.”

  “I have never met a ghost,” he reassured her with his most charming grin. “I like this place. It is very remote, affords us privacy, the view is beautiful, and we are right in the middle of one of nature’s mountains bor
n of fire and ice. What more could we want?”

  Jaxon allowed him to pull her body back into the protection of his. He was warmth and strength. She could feel him washing through her, enveloping her, but the uneasiness remained. She didn’t like the lodge, and she didn’t know why. “Do you already have a secret sleeping chamber?” Even as she asked it, she was trying to do as he did, scanning the lodge itself, looking for something hidden, something that might be making her nervous. No one had been there since Lucian had last visited the place. Not even a camper or hiker had discovered it. She knew Lucian would have caught that immediately, and she felt no echoes of another whatsoever. Since she disliked the idea that someone had purposely killed wild animals just for the sport of it, that must be the answer to why she was so uneasy, Jaxon decided.

  “This mountain has many chambers beneath its surface. We can readily make use of them for sleeping. Study the layout in my mind and know where they are so you are never caught without several escape routes.”

  She received a flood of information, marveling at how precise it was. Lucian was a walking map, detailed and perfect, and he transferred information to her in the same way he had always transferred it to his twin. She laughed softly. “Do you still do that?”

  “What? Share my knowledge with Gabriel?” Lucian grinned a little sheepishly. “It was the one thing, even as I masqueraded as a vampire, I could not stop myself from doing. Even then, if I learned something new, something of value, my mind automatically touched his. But he did the same thing.”

  “And you still do.” She made it a statement. She had studied the path in his mind he used to communicate with Gabriel. There was a wealth of affection there. Lucian didn’t realize the extent to which he was tied to his twin. It was just natural to him, as it was natural to Gabriel. Lucian and Gabriel were so close, Jaxon was certain she could just as easily reach Gabriel, even though she had never exchanged blood with him.

  “Are you a city girl, Jaxon?” Lucian teased gently. “Are these trees and wide-open spaces too much for you?” He was still aware of her uneasiness and attempting to use humor to put her at ease.

  They walked together out onto the huge wraparound porch that on one side jutted out over the cliff. The view really was breathtaking. Jaxon rested both hands on the railing and leaned over to look at the drop below them. Snow blanketed the ridges above them and dotted the canyon below. The trees looked frosted and decorated in the crisp night air. It was beautiful. The air was cold and crisp and smelled fresh and clean.

  Lucian’s much larger frame trapped hers against the railing. “So? Is that it? You miss those tall buildings and the sounds of traffic?” He swung her around, sweeping one arm out to encompass their surroundings. “I give you all this, and you prefer the city?”

  Jaxon laughed and reached up a hand to his shadowed jaw—just as his body jerked. A spray of crimson showered her head and shoulders, and Lucian slumped forward, an enormous rag doll with the stuffing knocked out of it. He was so large he took her with him straight to the deck, covering her. It was only then that the sound caught up and she recognized the whine of a bullet.

  Her heart in her throat, she maneuvered out from under his lifeless form. She knew immediately that Drake had found them. He must have flown a plane and gotten there ahead of them. She had no real idea her brain was computing the information; she could only hear herself screaming over and over, although no sound escaped. On her knees she examined Lucian. There was no pulse, no sign of life. He lay without moving or breathing, his heart and lungs utterly motionless. It took a moment to still the chaos in her mind enough to realize that there should have been far more blood than there was. Lucian had stopped his heart to minimize the blood loss! Time slowed to a crawl. This man was her life, the air she breathed. He was not dead. Lucian had said he could not be killed, and she had to believe he was not. He was trusting her to do whatever needed to be done.

  What is it? What am I supposed to do?

  she cried out to him, wanting to weep, to scream, to throw things. She had to save him.

  How bad is it?

  The voice came out of nowhere, in her mind, on a strange mental path she had never used before. The tone was as calm as the one Lucian often used. It served as an anchor to quiet the terrible panic gripping her, that voice so like Lucian’s.

  Jaxon realized that the far-off voice was Gabriel’s. He had known the moment Lucian was hit, the same as she had; he had felt the same terrible emptiness, a black void unlike anything she had ever faced before.

  Breathe, Jaxon. My brother is not dead. He needs you now. You will have to heal him quickly. He will need blood. Tell me what to do. I don’t have very much time. Drake will be making his way here. I don’t know how long it will take him. Tell me now. You have to make yourself light and energy. Concentrate on nothing else; your body must fall away. Enter Lucian ‘s body and find the damage. Repair it from the inside out. You must have had some medic training. Francesca, my lifemate, is a healer. Describe what you see to me, and she will instruct you. I know this is far beyond your capabilities, but you have no choice. I can do this, Gabriel. Lucian won’t die!

  She meant it. If she ever did anything in her life right, this would be it. She would save him, whatever it took.

  Allow me to hold the mind merge between us. You will need all your strength to heal my brother. I will be with you. You are not alone.

  There was no time for conversation. She had to hurry. She blocked out the knowledge that Drake would be stalking her, even now covering the distance between them as rapidly as possible. Jaxon followed the instructions Gabriel had given her, took the images from his mind. She closed her eyes and stilled the chaos and panic, the silent screaming, the horror of seeing Lucian lying pale and lifeless on the deck. She blocked out the blood in her hair and on her clothes. Her world narrowed to a tranquil, calm pool where she became as light as air. Bright. White. Pure energy. She moved slowly in her bodiless state, merging with Lucian, moving through his body until she found the entry wound at the base of his skull. The bullet had severed the spinal cord, a clean path in and out, sheering off everything in its way. Jaxon’s heart pounded, her breath coming in gasps at the extent of the damage. She had no idea how to repair such a terrible wound.

  Francesca will guide you. Keep the image in your head. Trust her, no matter how difficult it gets.

  There were so many veins and arteries and pieces of flesh she couldn’t identify. She had to force her mind to remain calm when she knew her body was shaking and every fiber of her being was terrified. This could not happen. Lucian was her life. After her lonely existence, afraid to have a friend, let alone a family, he had turned her world into something beautiful again. He had given her back her dreams, treated her as if she were the most wonderful woman on the planet. He was a great man, a man who fought demons and protected others without any thought of reward. He would not die.

  You will not die.

  Her command was every bit as strong and authoritative as any Lucian had ever delivered.

  Steeling herself, she began the grim business of putting his insides back together. It was like a jigsaw puzzle, the pieces tiny fragments. She couldn’t think she might be making a mistake; she had to believe that voice whispering in her mind, telling her what to do. She had to trust that Lucian’s brother loved him the way she did and would do anything to save him. She worked meticulously, unhurriedly, keeping the knowledge that Drake was stalking her in the back of her mind, where it belonged. She could only concentrate on what she was doing.

  You will live, Lucian.

  She whispered it over and over in her head like a litany. Wherever he was, she would be there with him. The idea of being without him was intolerable.

  She was not a doctor, not a nurse. She had little knowledge to aid her. The paramedic training she had received had covered wounds, but nothing like this. She was in awe of the unknown Francesca, her ability to know exactly what to do, how to repair such devastation. Carpathi
ans worked on wounds from the inside out, aligning, rejoining, cauterizing, inspecting to ensure infection could not set in.

  In her bodiless state, Jaxon was completely unaware of the passage of time, of anything other than the task at hand.

  You will live

  , she whispered fiercely in her mind.

  I won’t let you die on me, you arrogant jerk. I told you he was trouble, but, oh, no, you couldn’t listen to a woman, could you, big shot

  ? She recited words in her mind even as she worked at a steady pace, following Gabriel’s voice. It was a weird method: relaying to Gabriel what she saw, Francesca sharing his mind and relaying back to Jaxon through her lifemate exactly what to do.

  When Francesca was certain every detail had been attended to, she instructed Jaxon to remove herself from Lucian’s body and provide him with blood. Jaxon found herself sitting on the deck with her lifemate’s body lying beside her. She was exhausted, her body swaying with weariness. Gently she bent over Lucian.

  Wake up, my love. You need to wake up now

  .

  He lay lifeless, so white it terrified her. Jaxon reached for Gabriel.

  He isn’t moving, Gabriel. I did something wrong. Maybe I described something incorrectly, and Francesca gave me the wrong advice . Stay calm, Jaxon. You have done wonderfully so far. Do not panic. Remind him that Drake is stalking you. Reach for him with your entire mind. He will hear and awaken.

  Gabriel was very calm.

  Jaxon took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

  Lucian, I am in terrible danger. Feel my fear. Wake up

  . She watched his chest. When nothing happened, she caught at his arms and shook him gently.

  Wake up, you arrogant male. I’m in danger here. Your job is to get off your butt and rescue me. Francesca says you’re all better. Wake up

  !

  She bent over him just as his eyelashes fluttered. One arm whipped up to catch her to him, to pull her down to him.