She took a step away from them, but Razvan didn’t let go of her wrist. In fact, his fingers tightened. Ivory glanced down at his hand and then up to his face. His eyes glittered at her, black obsidian with just a hint of blue, but it was his hair that gave her pause. His hair seemed alive, electric almost, bands of black and white sliding through the color. His face was as tranquil as ever, and when she touched his mind, he appeared utterly calm, but his hair, eyes and that tight grasp on her wrist told her something else.
Do you honestly think I care more for a woman who I only held in my memories more than I do you? Because I prefer she is not here? I prefer that you be far from Xavier as well, but I respect your fighting skills and your vow of purpose. This is a path we agreed on, and I will hold to my word, but as your lifemate, as the man who loves you above all else, this is the last place I would want you to be. This is not easy for me, Ivory
.
Ivory stood there, heart beating fast, and realized that sick feeling inside of her had nothing to do with standing in an ice cave fortress riddled with traps belonging to the high mage, her mortal enemy, and everything to do with having their first fight.
“We go with you,” Vikirnoff said. There was steel in his voice.
Razvan glanced at him, then at his sister. “So be it.” He brought Ivory’s hand to the warmth of his mouth and held her fingertips there against his lips.
You matter, Ivory. You are my heart and soul and everything good in this life. Let us destroy this evil and go home where I can show you just who really matters to me
.
Had she been jealous? She hadn’t even recognized such a petty thing in herself. Why would she be jealous of Razvan’s love for his sister? She wanted him to love and be loved by his twin, by his daughters and his aunts. So what was wrong with her . . .
Razvan abruptly dropped Ivory’s hand and reached for the hilt of his sword, looking around the cavern, his gaze clearing enough to see the faint mist drifting like poison, curling around Ivory and Natalya.
“He knows we are here,” he warned. “He’s attacking, amplifying our fears and emotions.”
Ivory’s lips firmed, annoyed she’d been caught in one of Xavier’s more basic traps. She began moving cautiously deeper into the series of caves. One chamber opened into the next as they went deeper beneath the mountain. The ice walls were thick and rumbled ominously, the pressure from the tremendous weight causing continual buckling so that they had to watch for huge blocks of ice shooting out of the walls, a natural phenomenon Xavier used against intruders.
“He favors traps in the ground,” Razvan cautioned. “Be careful. We will be walking through a minefield. Once we find the first one, I may be able to guide us through. He favors certain patterns.”
The sound of dripping water was loud, adding to the noise of the ice creaking and rumbling. After a time, the noise drowned out everything else so that Ivory had to remember to keep the volume down and tune in to other things. She had long ago learned to hunt will all senses, but here, in Xavier’s domain, the rules had changed and she couldn’t count on her instincts.
They rounded another corner and Ivory nearly stepped down onto a floor of rock and ice. At the last second she pulled her foot back, studying the floor. Razvan came up beside her and Vikirnoff and Natalya peered around her shoulders.
“This is classic Xavier,” Razvan said. “He always has a back door to escape and it usually is a trapdoor of some kind. This is not a man who will fight to the death. He runs away to fight another day. The squares indicate his pattern. In recent years, he has had trouble remembering, so he uses the same one all the time.” He looked over the floor. “Seven squares from the opening and to the left is most likely where his escape route is. This room will be well protected. The floor is a trap. He will have a nasty little pet. And do not step into water or touch it as it seeps from the walls.”
Clapping startled them. Above, on the far wall, Xavier appeared, applauding. He looked smaller than Ivory remembered from her youth, and his face was lined and aged, but he was in surprising shape when he should have died centuries earlier. He wore long robes and his beard was a flowing white, perpetuating his reputation as a tremendously powerful wizard. Beside him was his staff, innocent-looking enough, but the crystal ball on the end glowed milky white, and she could make out the dark red spot in the center. Heart’s blood, in the shape of an eye, stared back at her, sending a chill down her spine.
“Good then, boy. You have come home and you’ve brought guests with you,” Xavier greeted. The mage’s voice boomed out, and the walls rippled.
Razvan stepped forward, his body partially blocking Ivory’s, keeping clear of her arms, but still putting him in a position to stop the force of the staff. He’d seen it too many times not to recognize the real threat to them all.
The floor pitched, threatening to throw them into the room, but Ivory, Razvan and Vikirnoff steadied themselves. Natalya was on a slight incline and the sudden roll sent her staggering. She flung out her hand and her palm brushed the wall.
Instantly the ice cracked and the weight of her body falling forward sent her hand and arm deep into the crack. The ice closed around her limb hard, slamming together, crushing bone, holding her tight. She tried to turn to mist, but her arm was held fast. She struggled as Vikirnoff whirled around to try to help her, frantically trying to dig her free while Natalya tried to heat the ice surrounding her arm to make it melt.
Ivory’s gaze never left Xavier, watching for his next move. She was pleased that Razvan continued to watch as well. The mage deliberately had used Natalya to try to distract them. Already ice spiders poured from the cracks in the ice, rushing toward Natalya with their poisonous fangs.
Lara was friends with the ice spiders
, Razvan said.
Turn them back on Xavier
.
Ivory, her gaze never leaving Xavier, immediately lifted her hands, tracing a pattern in the air.
Spiders, spiders of crystal ice
,
We are not the enemies you seek
.
We seek no malice
,
Look to our hearts, see that which is pure
Remembering Lara, a friend who was dear
.
At once the spiders halted, then turned abruptly, quickly crawling away from Natalya and back into their cracks.
Tiny spiders of crystalline ice
I call you now to weave and splice
.
Send forth your minions as to war
To seek out evil, to banish it ever more
.
Spiders dropped silken nets from the ceiling, enfolding Xavier even as thousands poured from the ice in a rush to get him. The nets came up empty. Xavier appeared on the closest ledge, laughing. A second and a third Xavier appeared—all laughing—all three identical and all with staffs. The three wizards raised their arms and a wind rose, rushing through the chamber. The spiders immediately retreated, seeking the cracks in the ice and safety.
Ivory refused to flinch or look away as the howling wind tore through the ice cave and straight at them, carrying ice missiles, large and small spears with deadly points.
Watch for the vampire
, she warned Razvan, never once taking her eyes from the wizard. Her hand swept up in a dismissive motion.
That which is ice, I now command
Bring forth a shield to protect and stand
.
Stand as guard, protect us all
,
Deflect these spears that evil calls
.
The ice missiles shattered and fell harmlessly to the ground at Ivory’s feet. She didn’t so much as flinch or glance behind her to see if Vikirnoff was making progress freeing Natalya.
“I see you paid attention in my classes,” the three wizards said with a mocking bow.
Behind them the wolves suddenly roared, their heads coming out of the skin. Vikirnoff heeded the warning, whirling to face Sergey as he flew at them from above. His face was a twisted mask of hatred. Dressed in war gear, he wore a vest of armor, thin yet tightly woven of a fabric Vikirnoff had never seen before.
Natalya stopped struggling to free her imprisoned arm, pushed down the excruciating pain and caught the sword that Vikirnoff tossed to her with her free hand.
“Vikirnoff,” she cried. “Be careful. The walls are creeping forward.” Every few moments she had to take a small step as the ice spread into her, the wall nearly bumping her foot in an effort to trap all of her. “I see two small shadows, splinters really. Look out for them, everything in their path withers.”
The fragments Gregori drove from me
, Razvan sent on the ancient pathway.
They have to be making their way back to Xavier. We have to destroy them, too
.
Leave Vikirnoff and Natalya to it
, Ivory cautioned Razvan.
We have to trust them to keep Sergey off our backs. He is reaching for the staff. The one on the right is really Xavier. Watch where that staff aims. That will be the real target.
How do you know?
The wind. It flowed past him without touching his beard. He has some kind of barrier erected around him to protect him. Watch the pattern of the wind flow.
Razvan didn’t question her judgment. She had studied Xavier’s ways with great care, and that was just the sort of thing the mage would do.
The mage snatched up his staff and aimed it, not at them, but at the far wall. The other two mages aimed their staffs at Ivory and Razvan. Neither moved, standing their ground as the wall close to them exploded with a thunderous blast. Chunks of ice and rock rained down, the falling debris triggering numerous traps as they hit the floor of the cave. The battle behind them was loud, Natalya fiercely trying to enter the fray, Vikirnoff blocking the vampire from getting close to her. The wolves raged, wanting to leap free, but Ivory restrained them, commanding them to wait—as she waited.
A single sound swept through the cavern. A roar of rage. Behind them, the hunter and vampire faltered. A chill went down Ivory’s spine. Her skin itched as the wolves’ hair stood on end, prickling her with a thousand sharp needles.
I cannot take my eyes from Xavier, Razvan. This is for you to deal with
.
Consider it done
.
It was his calm that settled her stomach. They were being attacked from all sides. Sergey battled with Vikirnoff ferociously. The ice walls continued to close inch by slow inch. Xavier had his staff in his hand and now something big was moving out of that rubble into the main part of the floor.
The head emerged first. The skull quite large, the large, curved teeth prominent as the large cat leapt into the room. It landed on a chunk of ice, keeping his claws from the floor, suggesting Xavier directed his movements away from the traps buried beneath the surface. Shorter than a lion by a foot or so, the cat was at least twice as heavy, all muscle and lethal-looking teeth.
Razvan. Get me out of this ice. I know what to do
, Natalya said unexpectedly.
Hurry
.
Razvan whirled around, his gaze moving over the solid wall holding Natalya prisoner. Xavier had used such things to imprison the aunts. He wasn’t the best at spells, but Natalya was. He threw his enormous strength behind hers. Without hesitation, Natalya lifted her one hand, palm toward the ice and chanted.
I call to Mother air, earth, fire and water
,
Come to me now, fill my desire
.
Set free now that which is caught in ice
.
I name thee fire, bring forth your breath
.
Water poured from the wall around her arm and she tugged until she was free. Thrusting her sword into her brother’s hands, she leapt into the air, her hair striping as she shifted, making the change—a beautiful, glorious tiger, a little more modern but all female, her alluring female scent filling the room. She landed hard, her front paw obviously injured as she favored it, holding it up off the ice block. The male roared and she answered.
Sergey leapt toward Vikirnoff as he half-turned to look at his lifemate. He slammed the sword aside and punched through Vikirnoff’s chest, reaching for his heart, standing toe to toe, grinning evilly. Blaez and Rikki dug paws into Razvan’s back and pushed off, hitting Sergey hard, from the side, driving him back away from Vikirnoff, who staggered, blood spraying across the ice. Raja and the rest of the pack leapt free to circle Vikirnoff protectively as he healed the great gaping hole in his chest.
The vampire had little time to lick his fist to get a taste of Carpathian blood and power. Razvan threw a vial of holy water over him. Sergey screamed as the water burned through his skin all the way to the bone, leaving behind great holes in his flesh. Smoke rose, the stench fetid. Razvan followed the water with a series of arrowheads, snapping them hard so they buried deep, going up the vampire’s chest.
The vest stirred as though alive, the fabric parting as if torn and then smoothly going back into place. Razvan rushed him, following the arrows. Sergey tried to shapeshift, but the coating on the arrows prevented him from doing so. Razvan punched through the vest. The moment his flesh touched the fabric, the threads came alive, winding around his fist, racing up his arm toward his shoulder and face. Tiny parasitic worms with sharp teeth, ripping and digging into his flesh. He stepped back, trying to sweep the creatures from his body. Sergey flung himself at Razvan but the wolves interceded, slamming into the vampire with full force, driving him over backward and going for his throat.
Ivory never moved. Never looked back. She had one purpose, and he was in front of her. The tigers snarling at one another, the battle raging behind them—none of it mattered, only Xavier, only the man lifting his staff with hatred on his face and his gaze fixed on Razvan. She knew he would go for her, not Razvan. He wanted her lifemate to suffer for his perceived betrayal, for the Dragonseeker blood that had held out for centuries against him. For his escape and his newfound strength and power. Razvan was the symbol of everything he hated. And she was Razvan’s lifemate.