She flicked him an under the lashes glance, assessing his expression, but as always he had that same mantle of calm surrounding him. “This is not easy for me. I have unexpected feelings that I have no idea how to cope with.” The admission was truthful because she could do no less than be entirely candid with him. He was honest and she needed to meet his integrity with honor of her own.
His smile not only encompassed her, flooding her with warmth, but it made her feel like part of something else—something bigger than herself. “That makes two of us.”
The farmer stepped out from his house and into the snow. There was blood on his arms, defense wounds, Ivory saw. His wife came out and stood slightly behind him. The farmer looked very nervous.
Ivory smiled at them to reassure them. “He is gone from this world and we will erase all evidence of his passing.”
“You are hunters,” the farmer greeted, his voice neutral, neither welcoming nor rejecting. “There have been persistent rumors. We have never encountered a creature so evil.” His eyes skittered back and forth, indicating his nervousness.
Behind him, hidden mostly from their view, his wife shuddered. Ivory looked at the small dwelling. Strings of garlic hung in the window. A cross was carved into the door. The farmer’s fingers drummed against his thigh over and over.
Razvan stepped up, a casual movement, but slightly in front of Ivory. He bowed slightly toward the farmer. Ivory could feel the stillness in him. His eyes moved over and around the cabin, continually scanning around them. He had been perfectly relaxed before, but now, he felt coiled and ready to strike.
Something is wrong
. She kept her expression serene, but she went on alert.
I do not know what is wrong
, Razvan mused.
Something. Something is off
. He paused.
Ivory opened her mind to encompass the farmer and his wife. As a rule, she could easily touch minds and do a quick read, but there were a few people resistant with barriers. A quick, light touch yielded nothing. The wife stayed slightly behind the husband, her face in the shadows. It would be peculiar and unlikely not to be able to read either of them, yet both minds were as if a clean slate.
Both?
Razvan questioned.
The insects. None are near the house. Yes, they are going about their business, but not even an ant is near the dwelling
. He glanced toward the window of the little farmhouse.
Inside, Ivory
.
Ivory kept smiling, but her mind expanded further, reaching into the house to find the children. A boy and girl. Both terrified. Where was the threat coming from? Why hadn’t either of them sensed it?
Only a master
. . . She broke off the thought, her heart thudding. She kept her eyes level with the farmer’s. If she was right and a master vampire was in that room with the children, if the farmer realized she knew, so, then, would the vampire.
Only a master could keep his presence unknown
, she explained.
He would control both of them and the children, too, to keep them from betraying his presence. He must have been recruiting the newly turned. A master will often use a lesser vampire as a pawn
.
Ivory steeled herself. It had to be Sergey. There wouldn’t be more than one master in an area, not even related. They might have formed a coalition, but no master vampire’s ego would allow him to be too long in the presence of another without serious infighting. She would have to face him again, unless she was lucky enough that he ran when he realized there were two hunters, not one.
She gripped her crossbow in preparation.
What we have to do for a meal is ridiculous
.
The fingers tapping on the farmer’s thigh turned to a fist. He shuddered and reached for something positioned just out of sight behind a porch post.
The vampire has taken control of them. O köd belső—darkness take it. I do not want to have to kill a good man
.
Razvan smiled at the farmer, but stepped back, forcing Ivory to do the same.
Are you adept enough to take them back?
From a master vampire?
Ivory hesitated.
I do not know. Probably not. Even with two of us, Razvan, we might not defeat him. To hear the voice of a master, you must listen with more than your ears or they can enthrall you. Put your arm around me. Stay to my left side and stay free of the coat
.
Razvan did as she asked without hesitation, sliding his arm around her waist while smiling amicably at the couple on the porch.
Ivory bowed slightly. “I hope that you both have a long and prosperous life.”
He will expect us to attempt to erase their memories
. As Ivory explained she took a step back, as if they were leaving.
When I go to do it, he will most likely strike at me, at my mind. If you join with me, we will be far stronger and we will have a chance, but we might not live through this. Now is the time to walk away if you wish to fight another day
.
But you will fight for these strangers
. He made it a statement.
She was not going to allow Sergey to take any more from her than had already been taken.
I have to
. It was that simple. She no longer knew if she was driven by honor, but she could not walk away from these people and allow Sergey to murder their children and turn them both into the walking dead.
I have to, but you do not
.
Razvan flicked her one telling glance of reprimand.
Tell me what you want me to do
.
She allowed a small smile in her mind to warm him, her only offering of thanks when they could both lose their lives.
Merge with me. He will strike hard and fast, hammering at me to get in, especially if I can manage to free the couple from him. You will have to hold
.
Ivory turned to the couple, lifted her hands to the sky and chanted.
I call to air, earth, fire and water
,
I ask you to send me the voice of power
.
Deep within these darkened souls
,
Send forth my voice so that which is dark may be seen and unfold
.
Allow what was hidden to now be seen
,
So that I may cast out that which is unholy and unclean
.
As Ivory chanted, Razvan felt the force of the vampire’s attempted entry, battering at their shared minds. The blow nearly drove him to his knees, shattering all preconceived notions of power. The sky darkened and the ground shook. Pieces of the roof splintered off into large spears and hurtled down on them. The ground heaved upward, and scorpions poured out of the earth, blackening the snow, a moving carpet of lethal insects.
Razvan instinctively shoved Ivory away from him and took to the sky, going up and over the disintegrating porch roof. The rapidly gathering storm clouds burst, raining acid drops, so that everything the liquid dots hit sizzled and burned. Trees shrieked, the branches trembled, leaves and needles withering under the deadly assault.
Ivory spun away from the swarming insects, rushing the porch, yanking the man and woman up into her arms. The farmer dropped the pitchfork he’d grabbed, shocked that the vampire had controlled him. At least Ivory had managed to break them both free of the vampire’s hold, but she felt it was due more to him orchestrating his attack then her strength pitted against his.
“My children,” the woman sobbed.
Ivory tried to protect their skin as she carried them to the meager shelter of the trees. The acid rain poured down, burning through the wolf pelts so that the animals shifted and shrieked in pain. The woman screamed as drops sizzled over her arms, but Ivory, with a renewed burst of speed, moved them into the thicker canopy.
“Stay here. We will get the children free of him. My wolves will protect you.”
She turned back to aid Razvan in the rescue of the children, streaming through the fiery burn of the rain while her skin burned to the bone.
Razvan streamed down the chimney, and into the tiny room. A boy of perhaps ten lay sprawled on the floor, blood smearing his mouth. The little girl, with a bone-white complexion and eyes too big for her little face, looked to be no more than five. The vampire laughed as he ripped at her neck, his teeth tearing into tender flesh.
The sight sickened Razvan, conjuring up too many memories, the feel of his own teeth tearing into childish skin. His stomach heaved. He had no experience fighting, but he had power and strength and determination beyond anything conceived of by the undead. It mattered not at all to him whether he lived or died, or how much suffering it took to extract the child. The vampire, on the other hand, wanted to live.
Razvan sped across the room like a human bullet, taking his human form at the last possible moment, slamming his fist deep into the wall of Sergey’s chest while dragging the child out of his arms and tossing her toward her brother. She landed like a rag doll, broken and sprawled out across the sheep rug.
“Press your hand to the wound on her neck,” Razvan snarled at the boy. “Press it hard.”
Razvan stared into the vampire’s hideous face, the stretched skin over the skull, the pitiless eyes, the jagged teeth stained with the fresh blood of the child. Sergey’s lips peeled back in something between a snarl and a smirk. He bent his head and bit down savagely on Razvan’s shoulder, the rows of teeth meeting through the muscle, ripping through sinew and bone, tearing at the flesh and devouring great gulps of precious blood. His hand clawed deep through the heavy muscled chest, burrowing relentlessly toward Razvan’s heart
Razvan turned his head calmly to look at the boy as if he wasn’t being eaten alive by the monstrous demon tearing at his flesh. “Take your sister and go to the silver wolf pack. They will take you to the next village. Ask for a man named Mikhail. He will heal your sister and protect both of you. Run, do not look back.”
His voice never changed, never trembled or showed pain. His hand, inside Sergey’s chest seeking the blackened heart, was met with razor-sharp intestines, twisting and pulling around his fist, biting deep into the skin, acid blood pouring over him like molten-hot lava, but he was every bit as relentless as Sergey, refusing to back away.
“I do not mind dying,
hän ku vie elidet
—thief of life. What of you? Are you prepared for your final justice?”
The undead did not respond, and instead continued to rip and tear great chunks of flesh from Razvan’s shoulder and neck. Ivory burst into the room, firing the crossbow, the first coated arrow hitting Sergey in his eye. She fired as she ran, hitting his throat as his head arched back. The third went into the open mouth, lodging in the throat. Sergey screamed, his voice so high-pitched the glass in the windows exploded. He jerked backward, taking Razvan with him, one arm shifting until it took on the shape of the beak of a hungry raptor.
As the beak clamped down around Razvan’s arm, viciously slicing through flesh and bone, cutting it completely in two, the vampire hissed at him. “I will cut you in pieces and feed them to the wolves, and then I will devour those children.”
Razvan staggered back. Blood sprayed across the room. Sergey gripped the stump of Razvan’s forearm and yanked, drawing the fist from his chest and dropping it on the floor, kicking it away in disgust. The vampire jerked at the arrow in this throat and hurled it toward Razvan with tremendous force.
Razvan moved with blurring speed, his one hand shooting out to catch the metal shaft in midair, reverse it and slam it down hard on the top of the vampire’s foot, driving the arrow through the top all the way to the floor.
We have to slow him down. He will go after the children just for spite
.
“Get away from him!” Ivory warned.
“Too late,” Sergey snarled.
Even as Ivory leapt to cross the distance between them, Sergey whirled, a long sword in his hand. He sliced across Razvan’s shoulder and down his chest, carving more pieces. Razvan staggered and went down. Sergey slammed the blade toward his ankle. She met blade with blade, the force going up her arm and through her body as sparks flew and the sound rang in her ear. Razvan was eerily silent, but his hand gripped a knife of his own as he waited an opportunity to aid her.
Sergey laughed, the sound cruelly malicious. “I will chop him up, piece by piece, as they did you, and I will feed them to your own wolf pack. I might let you live, sister dear, just to see you weep for the loss of your lifemate. You must learn who is strong and who is weak. You are on the wrong side. Join me. Let us cut him up together and I might spare you.”
Ivory’s heart pounded. Her body jerked in response to the sight of her lifemate’s body in pieces. There was a hole in his chest and his arm was in two pieces, slices through his shoulder and chest and one leg, his blood a terrible fountain, pouring over the floor.
Ivory knew that the vampire was the vilest of all creatures. The one before her no longer even resembled her brother, although he tried to keep up the illusion with the hope that it would cause her pain and make her hesitate, throwing off her aim. He had deliberately chosen to tear at a child’s flesh and to hack Razvan into pieces, bringing forth some of their worst nightmarish memories to make the battle all the more difficult. She gripped her sword harder and stepped between her lifemate and the undead who had once been a beloved brother.
“Kill me, then. But I am taking you with me.”
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he vampire jerked the remaining arrows from his body and tossed them contemptuously onto the floor. “So be it,” Sergey said and thrust his sword straight toward her stomach.
Ivory parried, jumping to the side. Too late she realized the vampire had deliberately driven her away from Razvan. She lunged back, but Sergey struck again, slicing through Razvan’s leg a second time, the cut deep enough to go through bone. Her blade raced toward the vampire’s skull, but he dissolved and materialized across the room.
Stop thinking about me and fight him the way you always fight
.