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How do I divorce you?" "I am sorry, little one," he answered blandly. "I do not understand this word. In my language, please." "You know very well you speak English just as well as you speak your language," she said. "How does one lifemate split from the other? Separate. Break apart. No longer together." The glint of humor in the depths of his eyes deepened to total amusement. "There is no such thing, and if there was, Raven"--he bent very ..
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How does one lifemate split from the other? Separate. Break apart. No longer together." The glint of humor in the depths of his eyes deepened to total amusement. "There is no such thing, and if there was, Raven"--he bent very close, his breath fanning her cheek--"I would never allow you to go." Raven looked innocent and wide-eyed. The hand on her breast, his thumb stroking her nipple, was making it hard to breathe. "I was only trying to he..
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Byron guarded both bodies, stepping away from the priest to face the surrounding woods when the first ripple of energy reached him. Someone approached, someone of power, which wasn't entirely unexpected when their prince lay in a pool of blood. Hunters would be gathering from all over. Still, he trusted no one, not when both the prince and Gregori were at risk. Byron watched as a large horned owl circled the ruined building, and then settle..
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Raven paced restlessly across the floor of the cabin, sending Jacques a little self-mocking smile. "I'm very good at waiting." "I can see that," Jacques agreed dryly. "Come on, Jacques"--Raven made the length of the room again, turned to face him--"don't you find this even a little bit nerve-racking?" He leaned lazily back in his chair, flashing a cocky grin. "Being caged up with a beautiful lunatic, you mean?" "Ha, ha, ha. Do all Carpathia..
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Mikhail took her hand, pressed a kiss in the exact center of her palm, slipped her hand beneath his shirt, and held it over his steadily beating heart. "Look beyond my skin, Raven. Look into my heart and soul. Merge your mind with mine, see me for what I am. Know me for who I am."
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How does one lifemate split from the other? Separate. Break apart. No longer together." The glint of humor in the depths of his eyes deepened to total amusement. "There is no such thing, and if there was, Raven"--he bent very close, his breath fanning her cheek--"I would never allow you to go." Raven looked innocent and wide-eyed. The hand on her breast, his thumb stroking her nipple, was making it hard to breathe. "I was only trying to he..
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I really am trying to understand your way of life, Mikhail, but I don't think my heart can take it yet." She tried to be truthful. "I know nothing of your laws or your customs. I don't even know exactly what you are, what I am. I think of myself as human. We're not even married in the eyes of God or man." This time Mikhail threw back his head and laughed loudly, heartily. "You think the pale ceremony of humans is a deeper binding than that ..
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Aidan glided over the fallen walls, his golden eyes glowing in the darkness. Each leaf on every tree gleamed vivid silver, bathed in the light of the moon, but Aidan had long ago lost his ability to see in color. His world was dark and gray and would be until he found his lifemate, or sought the solace of the dawn. He inhaled, caught the scent of game, the stench of death, the intrusive odor of man. Oil and exhaust issuing from the approach..
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Raven paced restlessly across the floor of the cabin, sending Jacques a little self-mocking smile. "I'm very good at waiting." "I can see that," Jacques agreed dryly. "Come on, Jacques"--Raven made the length of the room again, turned to face him--"don't you find this even a little bit nerve-racking?" He leaned lazily back in his chair, flashing a cocky grin. "Being caged up with a beautiful lunatic, you mean?" "Ha, ha, ha. Do all Carpathia..
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I look at you and know what a miracle you are. The feel of your skin, soft and inviting, the way you move, like water flowing, the brush of your hair like silk, the feel of your body surrounding mine, completing me, giving me the strength I need to continue a task that seems so hopeless, but so necessary. I look at the way you are made, so beautiful, your body so perfect, made for mine." Raven stirred restlessly, but his hands held her capt..
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Relax, little one. I know this knowledge is shocking to you," he murmured, frowning as he saw the precious blood seeping from three of the four wounds. He lifted her, cradled her in his arms, close to the shelter of his heart. Her plea sounded in his mind, echoed in his heart. "Never." Mikhail's harsh features were an implacable stone mask. He looked at the doors over their heads. The doors responded, flying open at the touch of his will. ..
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We are not the vampires in your horror stories, the walking dead, for God's sake.
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I was thinking of something upsetting, and you took it away, didn't you?" There was a hint of a smile in her voice. He allowed her freedom, watched her sink beneath the foaming water, surface a few feet away. Her large eyes were moving over him with definite laughter. "You know, Mikhail, I'm beginning to think my very first assessment of your character was correct. You're arrogant and bossy." He swam toward her with lazy, easy strokes. "But..
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I was thinking of something upsetting, and you took it away, didn't you?" There was a hint of a smile in her voice. He allowed her freedom, watched her sink beneath the foaming water, surface a few feet away. Her large eyes were moving over him with definite laughter. "You know, Mikhail, I'm beginning to think my very first assessment of your character was correct. You're arrogant and bossy." He swam toward her with lazy, easy strokes. "But..
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I know I should never have taken your blood--it was wrong--but it was wrong because I did not tell you what could happen. I knew you were my true lifemate, and my existence could not continue without you. I should have had more control. For that I will pay through all eternity, but it is done. We cannot undo what has already been wrought." Mikhail finished new poultices, placed them precisely over the wounds to seal them. Her fear, her revu..
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I would have chosen death, if you had allowed me to go with you." He pushed the hair from her face with gentle, caressing fingers. "The only way I could save you was to make you one of us. You chose life." She hadn't known, had she? Had some small part of her already been putting the pieces of the puzzle together? She honestly didn't know. "If you had known, would you have chosen death for me?" Her blue eyes, so bewildered and confused, so..
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Answer me, little one. Knowing what we are, would you have sent me to eternal darkness?" She made a supreme effort to get herself under control. A part of her still could not believe this was happening. A part of her struggled to understand and be fair. "I told you I could accept you, even love you as you are, Mikhail. And I meant that then. The same is true now." She was so weak, she could hardly speak. "I know you're a good man, there is ..
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Can you change me back? A transfusion, perhaps?" He shook his head regretfully. "Then let me die. Just me. If you love me, let me go." Mikhail's eyes darkened, burned. "You do not understand. You are my life. My heart. There is no Mikhail without Raven. If you wish to seek eternal darkness, I must go with you. I had never known the pain and ecstasy of our people's love until I found you. You are the very air I breathe, the blood in my veins..
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Mikhail lifted her into his arms, urging her legs around his waist. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of him entering her, savoring the slow ride, the natural undulation of her body. "I could live here, like this," she whispered. "Funny," he watched the sensations pouring over her face, felt them filling her mind. "I had exactly the same thought."
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It will take time, little one, but give our ways a chance. There are wondrous things we can do. Concentrate on the things you would enjoy. Shape-shifting, flying with birds, running free with the wolves." Her small fist jammed into her mouth to stop a strangled sound somewhere between fear and hysterical laughter."
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Do you realize I don't have any clothes here?" She couldn't quite meet his eyes, blushing every time his dark gaze brushed her body. She could still feel the imprint of his body on hers, the strength of his possession. "I need to get back to the inn. All of my things are there." His eyebrow shot up. Now was not the time to tell her she really wouldn't need clothes."
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Please tell me what to do to save you." There was desperation in her voice. "You can stop it." "I can't, Mikhail. Stop this, you're scaring me." She pressed as hard as she was capable, but the blood continued to flow between her fingers. "Your tongue has the power to heal; so does the saliva in your mouth." His voice was dark, hypnotic. He leaned back as if his strength was waning. "But do not counteract my choice unless you live also, beca..
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Are you sure, Raven?" He whispered it so sensually her body went liquid in answer. "I want you to be completely sure. You must be certain this is your choice." She circled his neck with her arms, cradled his head. "Yes." The memory of his mouth moving against her, the white-hot pleasure piercing her very soul, made heat pool low and wicked in her abdomen. She wanted this, even needed this. "You give yourself to me freely?" His tongue tasted..
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She smelled fresh air and opened her eyes to discover the night. It whispered to her with the same sensual power as the ebb and flow of Mikhail's blood. Trees swayed overhead; the wind cooled her body, yet fanned her need. "This is our world, little one. Feel its beauty, hear its call." It was all like a dazzling dream, as if they were drifting with the faint mist, a part of the night itself. The stars overhead played hide-and-seek through ..
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You are a good man, Mikhail." She grinned impishly, her blue eyes teasing. "You just have too much power for your own good. But don't worry, I know this American girl. She's very disrespectful, and she'll take all that arrogant starch out of you." His answering laughter was slow in coming, but with it the terrible tension drained out of him. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off her feet, swinging her around, crushing her to him..
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Don't worry, Monique, they like to look tough and mean, but they're really very sweet." She didn't know this particular Carpathian, but she was fairly certain Mikhail would have a few things to say if he dared touch her. Aidan winced visibly at that."
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His hands slid in a tender, loving caress over her flat stomach, his fingertips reverently tracing each scar, wiping away the last traces of the poultices and blood. He paid careful attention to each rib, her back, and finally her face and hair. Mikhail was so gentle, he made her want to cry. He had not touched her anywhere intimately, yet he had begun a slow fire in her blood, a melting in her body. She ached for him. Needed him. Raven ope..
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Her hands wandered lower, moved across his flat belly, dipped over the ridge of his hipbones. Raven felt his swift intake of breath, the tensing of every muscle. A low growl rumbled deep in his throat, sent darts of fire leaping in her blood. Her fingers sought the hard evidence of his arousal, teased and enticed, her fingertips dancing intriguingly, her palm sliding, and gripping, testing the weight of him. He groaned at the effort it took..
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The feeling of power was incredible. His hands bunched in her hair; low, aggressive growls escaped from deep in his throat. She found his thighs with her nails, raking lightly, driving him wild, wanting him crazy for her, wanting him mindless with passion. Mikhail dragged her up, closer. His hands found the firm muscles of her bottom, cupped, massaged. "I claim you as my lifemate." He whispered the words, a black magic incantation, centurie..
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I belong to you. I offer my life for you. Take what it is you need, what it is you want.
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His body moved in hers. Long and deep, he filled every part of her, building the friction, then deliberately easing the rhythm. She was making little keening noises, her body begging for release, velvet muscles gripping him hotly. Frustrated, Raven moved frantically against him, urging him closer, deeper, faster, harder. Her blood was like molten lava, and she needed more of him. All of him. She hungered for a deeper mating, hungered for hi..
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Mikhail," she was pleading. He lifted his head, dark eyes burning with hunger. "I belong to you, Raven. Take what you need from me, as I will take it from you."
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Humans mix up the truth about my species with stories of the undead, stealing babies, killing, tormenting victims. I could not have saved you if you were dead. We are a race of people who belong to the earth, the sky, the wind, and the water. Like any other people, we have our talents and our limitations." He did not go into details about where vampires came from. She needed truth, but not everything at once. Mikhail took her to a guestroom..
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His mouth fastened on hers as he whirled them across the room to land on the bed. Raven's laughter was soft and taunting. "We can't possibly again." His body was settling over hers, his knee nudging her thighs apart so he could press against her soft, welcoming body. "I think you should just stay naked and waiting for me," he growled, stroking her to ensure her readiness. She lifted her hips invitingly. "I'm not sure we'll know how to do th..
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His body was settling over hers, his knee nudging her thighs apart so he could press against her soft, welcoming body. "I think you should just stay naked and waiting for me," he growled, stroking her to ensure her readiness."
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Raven stirred in his arms, stretched languidly. "I was thinking of something upsetting, and you took it away, didn't you?" There was a hint of a smile in her voice. He allowed her freedom, watched her sink beneath the foaming water, surface a few feet away. Her large eyes were moving over him with definite laughter. "You know, Mikhail, I'm beginning to think my very first assessment of your character was correct. You're arrogant and bossy."..
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Mikhail lifted her into his arms, urging her legs around his waist. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of him entering her, savoring the slow ride, the natural undulation of her body. "I could live here, like this," she whispered. "Funny," he watched the sensations pouring over her face, felt them filling her mind. "I had exactly the same thought." Half the night was gone when Mikhail carried her back to their home. Raven hastily wrappe..
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She has exchanged blood on three occasions with you?" He forced his voice to be neutral, not wanting to appear to reprimand his leader and brother. Mikhail's dark eyes flickered warningly. "Yes. If she lives, she will most likely be one of us." It was left unsaid that she might live to be destroyed by the very one who had converted her."
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She has exchanged blood on three occasions with you?" He forced his voice to be neutral, not wanting to appear to reprimand his leader and brother. Mikhail's dark eyes flickered warningly. "Yes. If she lives, she will most likely be one of us." It was left unsaid that she might live to be destroyed by the very one who had converted her. "We cannot seek human medical aid for her. If our way does not work, Mikhail, her doctors will be useless..
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Mikhail sought Raven's mind, crawled to her with warmth and love, his arms a shelter. The needle jabbed the inside of his arm, pierced hers. He had no doubt that his brother would monitor the transfusion closely, making certain Mikhail was replenished with ancient Carpathian blood when needed. Jacques held Mikhail's life along with Raven's in his hands. If she died, Mikhail followed her--that was an indisputable fact. He could not afford to..
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Gregori met Jacques's eyes over Mikhail's head. He was not going to allow the couple to die. It was up to them to heal her. "I will do it, Jacques." It wasn't a request. The air stirred beside them, and Celeste materialized with Eric. "He chooses to follow her," she said softly. "He loves her that much." "It is already known?" Jacques asked. "He is withdrawing," Eric answered. "All Carpathians can feel it. Is there a chance to save them?" J..
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I have lived centuries and endured vampire hunts, wars, and betrayals. Until you came into my life, I have never lost control. I never had anything I wanted so much. I never had anything to lose." She pulled his head down to her and pressed little healing kisses to his throat, to his strong jaw, to the hard corners of his mouth. "You are a good man, Mikhail." She grinned impishly, her blue eyes teasing. "You just have too much power for you..
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I need to get back to the inn. All of my things are there." His eyebrow shot up. Now was not the time to tell her she really wouldn't need clothes. Her personal things would help ease the transition. He reached a lazy arm for his own clothes. "I'm sure Mrs. Galvenstein will deliver your things for us. I will call and make sure it is done immediately. I will be going out for a short time, Raven. There are a few loose ends that need to be tak..
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Gregori sent me into a healing sleep. One does not surface when Gregori has elected otherwise.
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