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needed. In those days vampires were achieving a kind of popularity among humans, a disaster in the
making for our people. Without the two angels of death, Carpathians would have been hunted to
extinction, the vampires would have triumphed, and the world would have become a deadly, desolate
place. There was chaos and war, the hunters of our race stretched beyond their capacity."
"Why would humans ever embrace the undead?"
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"It was a time of great self-indulgence and decadence among the rich. They would have orgies of
drinking and gluttony and sex. They would watch bloody, violent clashes and worship the victor. It was
an atmosphere for the undead. They can be as cunning and charming as they need to be and influencing
those already corrupt is not so difficult. We had to do something to change the course of history. It was
Gabriel and Lucian who did so."
"Which was the vampire?"
Julian shook his head with his now familiar taunting smile. "Just like a woman, no patience."
She quirked an expressive eyebrow at him. "I am the one without patience? I think not, Julian. You are
the one impatient."
His mouth swooped to take hers in a slow, leisurely exploration. He lifted his head, his eyes molten gold.
"Then I will have to be more careful the next time to be slow and thorough. I want you to be completely
satisfied in all things, lifemate."
Her slender arms circled his neck. "You know I am. And if you were much more thorough, we might
both be dead."
He wrapped his arms protectively around her, pressing her body into his hard frame. "You are so
perfect, Desari. For me there is no other."
"Nor for me. Before you, my world was not bleak and barren I had emotions and colors, my singing
to sustain me, my family to love but I was alone. There was a part of me missing. A part of me restless
and wild, searching for something. We wandered the continents to cover the fact that we did not age, but
all of us were also looking for something to end the emptiness. We just did not know what it was we
sought." Her hands were stroking his thick mane of hair, allowing the skeins of silken gold to run through
her fingers. "I do not want to be apart from you, Julian. I want us to be always together."
He held her in silence for a time, breathing in the scent of her, trying to comprehend why he had been
handed such a miracle, why he had been granted a reprieve at the last moment, been rewarded with a
woman such as Desari. Julian tried not to think of the vampire who could destroy them both.
She felt his thoughts, the waves of intense emotion overwhelming him, things he could not put into mere
words. Desari rested her head on his chest and listened to the steady beat of his heart, knowing hers
tapped out the exact same rhythm. It was right. They were two halves of the same whole. She wanted to
comfort him any way she could. He needed, and that was everything to her.
Stop wasting time, little sister. I can take only so much of this syrup between you and the one you
have chosen. Have you forgotten you have commitments to fulfill? Darius's soft, emotionless
reprimand echoed in her mind.
I am coming. She sent no more, unwilling to share her private thoughts. Again she mourned the fact that
Darius felt no emotion, not even love for her.
I may not feel it, little sister, but I know it is there. Do not fear me now after all these long
centuries.
I fearforyou, Darius. Do not go away from us . She hadn't meant to show her deepest anxiety to him,
yet it slipped out.
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There was only silence. Desari found herself trembling, her breath suddenly hard to find.
Julian tipped up her chin to search her dark eyes just as he was searching her mind for what had
frightened her. "He will not leave you, Desari, will not seek death until he knows he cannot hold out any
longer against the darkness within him. If that should occur, you must willingly allow him to greet the
dawn. He is far too powerful; if he became the undead, many of our hunters would die before he could
be destroyed. He carries that knowledge with him. It makes his existence still more difficult for him, a
two-edged sword. He knows he has a chance of surviving as a vampire, of feeling at least the thrill of the
many kills he would achieve, yet he still has his memories of love and duty, his code of honor, which help
him hold on. He knows those he loves would be destroyed first should he turn." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]