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continuance of their race. Otherwise every unattached Carpathian male around the world would be
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following her, pressing his suit. And Mikhail would have her under the mantle of his protection.
Julian put the puzzle aside for the time being. He closed his eyes and concentrated on reaching Desari.
Dara. Ordinarily, a blood exchange was needed to keep track of another, but Julian had studied and
experimented for many years. He could do incredible things, even for one of his kind. He built the image
of Desari in his mind, focusing on every detail.
Then he aimed and thrust his will into the night. Seeking. Drawing. Commanding.Come to me , cara mia,
come to me. You are mine. No one else will ever do for you. You want me with you. You need me.
Feel the emptiness without me .
Julian was implacable in his pursuit. He ruthlessly applied more pressure.Find me. Know that you are
mine. You cannot bear another's touch , cara mia.You need me with you to fill the terrible
emptiness. You are no longer happy and content without me. You must find me .
He sent the imperious command, his entire focus bent on finding her mental channel. He did not stop until
he was certain he had connected with her, that his words had penetrated any barriers separating them
and found their way to her soul.
Chapter Two
The police were everywhere. Desari carefully sat up, dizzy and sick. She felt strange, different, as if
something inside her had changed for all time. There was an odd, yawning emptiness, a void that had to
be filled. Her brother and bodyguard, Darius, had his arm around her. He examined every inch of her
with his ice cold black eyes. There was blood staining her dress, and her insides ached.
"They shot me." She made it a statement.
"I do not know how I failed to detect the danger to you in time." Darius looked gray and drained.
Desari stroked his strong jaw. "You need to feed, brother. You have given me too much blood."
Darius shook his head, then glanced surreptitiously toward the police. "I gave to Barack and Dayan.
They were hit also. Six mortals, Desari, all wanted to kill you."
"Barack and Dayan? Are they all right?" she demanded quickly, worry in her soft, dark eyes. She
looked around frantically for the other two members of the band. She had been raised with the two men
and loved them nearly as much as her own brother.
He nodded. "I have sent them to ground. They will heal more quickly. I had little time for proper
mending, but I did my best for them. The police were pouring into the bar. I made certain they could not
see us. We have trouble though. It was not me who gave you blood. It was another. He was strong and
powerful."
Alarmed, Desari stared up at her brother. "Someone else gave me blood? You are certain? There is no
mistake?"
Darius shook his head. "I would not have reached you in time. You were already unconscious. You did
not have time to shut down your heart and lungs as the others did, so you bled profusely. I examined you
afterward, Desari. You would have died of your wounds. He saved your life."
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She dragged up her knees and burrowed closer to him. "His blood is in me?" She sounded lost and
forlorn, frightened.
Darius swore eloquently. For centuries he had looked after his family. Desari, Syndil, Barack, Dayan,
and Savon. The only others similar to their kind they had ever encountered had been the undead, the evil
ones. This creature had slipped past him as a strange, cold wind that had pushed its way through the bar.
Darius had been uneasy, worried; he had felt the presence of another, yet he had not caught the stench of
evil. The undead. Vampire. He should have acted, he had been sidetracked by the vicious mortals
emerging from the crowd.
Why had Desari been suddenly targeted by these people? Had his family members somehow given
themselves away? He knew that from time to time throughout history there had been eruptions of hysteria
among humans, particularly in Europe, about vampires. And over the last seventy-five years a string of
murders in Europe had been attributed to members of some secret society hunting down these alleged
creatures of the night.
Darius had purposely kept his family from that continent, not wanting to expose them to either these
dangerous humans or to what could be the tainted blood of vampires. There was plenty of room in the
world without going near Europe. His memories of his original homeland were vague and terrible.
Marauders driving stakes through women and children still living, hanging them in the sun to die a death of
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