Dark Slayer (28 page)

“I believe so, yes. We have a connection to the earth, to the very Universe. It’s the reason we’re able to shift and call down the lightning. It’s why our bodies rejuvenate in the soil. If this couple has a deeper connection in some way, if Mother Earth claims one or both as her children, their bodies might be slightly different from ours.”

Gregori’s frown deepened. “We’re all the earth’s children.”

Syndil shook her head. “Not in the same way. The earth is alive. There is a heartbeat, a rhythm, a pulse. She whispers and shouts and screams. She welcomes us home each dawn as her children, but if she accepts one of us as her own, as her biological child—I know no other way to explain it—she might send them everything she has, the very richest soil she can call, every healing element. Who knows what she is capable of doing for one she considers part of her.”

The lines on his face remained as he sat back. “Why would she single out one Carpathian?”

Syndil, calm and serene, smiled at him, warmed him, enveloped him with her utter lack of vanity. “I would imagine the circumstances had to be extraordinary.”

Savannah leaned closer. “Can you help her? Can you feed the soil where they are recovering, help to keep it rich to speed their recovery?”

Gregori brought her fingertips to his mouth. He hadn’t wanted to ask Syndil. Anyone approaching that expanse of soil would be able to feel the agony radiating from the couple, and to ask a woman to share that experience was nearly more than he was capable of doing, yet if she didn’t help, it could well take years to heal such mortal wounds.

“Before you answer, Syndil”—now he looked to her lifemate, husband to husband, willing him to understand—“there are things you should know. The pain they suffer is unlike anything I have ever experienced in centuries of battles and healing. If you are empathic, you can’t go there without being affected. Even if you don’t touch them, just entering the area is an uncomfortable experience. I have no words to describe the suffering.”

“And yet they live,” Barack said.

“A seemingly impossible feat,” Gregori said. “Yet they continue.” His gaze moved broodingly over Syndil. “I do not ask this of you lightly. I would not want you trying to connect with them or helping me to heal them because to share their bodies right now is an agonizing task.”

Even when he slept the sleep of Carpathians, that first moment of awakening was torture, pain flooding his body, wrenching at every organ and tearing great holes in his body, as if he shared some part of Ivory and Razvan deep beneath the ground. He knew it was a waking nightmare, but still, the dreadful dream lingered with him night after night upon awakening.

“I can’t heal another human as you can, Gregori, but if the earth requires help in restoring minerals or any other particle it should need, I can and will do that. I wish I could be of more assistance, but I have only the one talent.”

“And that one talent is much needed. Will you need help from others? I know Natalya and Lara and even young Skyler help you rejuvenate the soil where our women lie.” Again there was a small frown he couldn’t quite keep from his face.

The idea of Skyler, such a young girl, and Lara, who was already giving more than she should, enduring the pain, didn’t set well with him. And Natalya . . . He sighed. Once she got near her brother, she would touch him whether they warned her against it or not. She was headstrong, and she had always adored her brother. If Syndil needed the other women, he would have to find a way without her to speed recovery.

“I can try, Gregori,” Syndil offered. “I would like to see what the earth is doing to aid them. I may never get such a chance again.”

“It is unique,” Gregori agreed. “Thank you.”

Syndil smiled at him and turned her attention to Savannah. They had become good friends over the last few weeks as Savannah fought to keep her unborn children alive. “How are you really feeling?”

“Exhausted, but very happy,” Savannah said. “It won’t be long, although Gregori talks to them nightly to convince them to stay in their safe environment as long as possible. We want them fully developed, with as much weight as possible. Even outside the womb, the microbes could attack.”

“I hope we can allow Ivory and Razvan to rise before the babies are born,” Gregori added. “I think they may be able to aid us greatly and give all of our children a fighting chance.”

Syndil sat back. “There is no question that all of us need to aid them. Isn’t it strange how in the end, it is never the individual but rather the sum of all of us working together that makes things right?”

“It appears, Syndil,” Gregori agreed, “that you are right.”

11

R
azvan woke to the sound of a woman weeping. He didn’t open his eyes. He had heard that sound so many times—that same voice.
Natalya. Beloved sister
. He whispered her name as his gut tightened into hard knots. He must have betrayed her once again. He didn’t remember anymore, thank God. That was the worst of all torments Xavier could inflict on him—using him to attack his sister or his daughter or the aunts.

He felt Ivory’s awareness as if she, too, came awake to the sound of that hopeless weeping. Nothing seemed quite as hard to bear with Ivory close—not the pain and not the terrible knowledge of the betrayal of mind and body. Natalya was the one person who had loved him all of his life. She had believed in him in spite of all the times Xavier had tricked and used her through him. Xavier had even used his body to try to kill Natalya. She had nearly killed his body—and he would have welcomed death.

You did not betray her, Dragonseeker. Not ever. Not in thought. Not in deed. Xavier used your body because you protected her
.

Ivory was calm. Ivory was peace. Ivory had become his world.

Why does she weep?
He could no longer trust what was happening to him, his memories seemed to mix past and present together until his world was hazy and vague. His sanity was Ivory.

For you. For the torment you went through on her behalf. She understands now that you never betrayed her, that you saved her from Xavier
. Ivory’s voice was a soft caress, pride and respect for him surrounding him.

She had a way of making the world right when nothing really made sense. He didn’t fight the pain swamping him. He simply accepted it, but he didn’t want Natalya weeping for any reason.

Do not cry for me, sisar—sister
. Even trying to communicate telepathically hurt, although he was either getting used to it, or he was healing enough to ease the worst of his suffering.

Razvan? Is it really you? They tell me you live, but when I reach for you, you are different
.

I am your brother
.

There was a silence. A sob. Natalya forced herself under control.
He tricked me, didn’t he? Xavier tricked me. You tried to warn me, but I didn’t hear you. All those years, and I believed him. It wasn’t you at all. It was the personality he fed me so I would continue to create spells for him
.

Xavier is a cunning enemy
.

I should have known. I should have fought for you as you fought for me. How could I not have known? You are my twin. My brother. How could he have fooled me?

I didn’t want you to know. You would have tried to rescue me and you would have failed, Natalya. He is a monster. As long as you were alive in the world and safe from him, whatever I had to give up was worth it
.

My love? My respect? My faith in you? The world branded you a criminal and I believed them. Was it worth it?

Your safety was worth any price to me. I do not regret for one moment placing myself in his hands to keep you from him. It was my choice. One I have clung to for many years. Do not take that away from me with regret
.

He had never wavered in that decision, even in the most insane hours of his life. He knew what their grandfather would have done to her, and keeping her from Xavier’s hands was the one thing, the
only
thing, that he had managed to do. And whether she—or anyone else—was proud of him, he was proud of himself.

Ivory’s spirit moved against his, surrounded his, almost protectively, but she remained silent, not interfering in the exchange between sister and brother.

All those lost years, Razvan, years when you needed me
.

He forced a smile into his voice, made certain she knew it was genuine. It was difficult to block the pain from his tone, but he did it to protect her.
I needed you free of Xavier, and that is what I got. During the time I was part mage and part Carpathian, the thought of you, my love for you, sustained me. Later, after the aunts turned me wholly in the hope that I might have the chance to escape, the Dragonseeker blood aided my resolve to protect you. You were there for me whether you knew it or not, sister. Do not weep. Do not regret. Live free the way you were meant to
.

I have a lifemate
.

Xavier had tried to murder her lifemate.
Tell me about him
.

He is called Vikirnoff and he is a great warrior. You would like him
.

What of my daughter, Lara?
He nearly choked over her name.

A small child with enormous eyes, watching her mother’s decomposing body, chained to an insane father who tore at her little wrist to feed. Lara was one person he was not certain he could ever face.

You protected her as best you could. You endured torment and gave part of your soul to Xavier in order to save her
, Ivory reminded.
She either understands or she does not. If she does not it will be sad for her that she chooses not to know so great a man
.

If he could have held Ivory close in his arms he would have.

We will dance to heal the earth, so that she can better provide her rich minerals for you. Lara is coming to aid us. Lara, Syndil, Skyler and I will dance and sing the healing song for you and your lifemate. It is the only gift we have to give you
.

I do not know Syndil or Skyler
.

They are wonderful women. Syndil is really close to the earth. When she walks barefoot, plants bloom behind her. She can take an area a vampire has virtually laid to waste and restore it to health. Skyler is young; she turned seventeen just recently
.

There was a note, a hesitation in his sister’s voice. Something she wasn’t telling him. Something she didn’t want to tell him.
Natalya, better to prepare me than to let me be shocked
.

Few things shocked him anymore, but he had the feeling she was going to deliver something he didn’t want to hear.

Ivory moved against him again. Heart to heart. Soul to soul.
I am with you, Razvan. You will never be alone again
.

Ivory’s voice was enough to make his heart sing. Love had been lost to him a long time ago. He hadn’t believed he could feel such a powerful emotion for anyone, yet there it was. In him. Deep. How could he not love her when she gave him back his sanity? His life? When she embodied the honor and integrity he believed in?

Natalya took a deep breath.
We believe you also fathered Skyler. There is another woman as well, a lifemate to one of the De La Cruz brothers. Colby. She lived on a ranch in California before she met Rafael
.

He closed his mind to Natalya but there was no escaping Ivory, and the memory of a child in a mine shaft rose up. He had desperately tried to get to her before they had managed to kidnap her and take her back to Xavier. He’d brought the mine down on the vampire before Xavier had taken over his body again. He was grateful the child lived and prospered—but another one? Skyler? How many more? And from the hesitant tone Natalya used, young Skyler hadn’t fared well.

Are you certain I fathered these girls?

Yes
.

His heart again jumped out of rhythm with that of the earth and pain swept him away.

Razvan woke to singing and he knew time had passed. The voices were beautiful, soft and melodious, in tune with the earth. As they sang, the pain in his body eased considerably as if the earth could better absorb the terrible wounds in his body and knit him back together.

Isn’t their song beautiful?
Ivory asked. Her voice was hushed, as if she was afraid she would interrupt the tribute to Mother Earth.
They are gifted, these four women. And are they all related in some way to you? Sister? Daughters? I feel a part of you in them, though one, the strongest daughter of the Earth, is different and yet like you in some way
.

Razvan felt the melody deep in his bones. Peace had once again slid over him, the knowing that he could not change what fate had already decreed. Acceptance—his only recourse when the world around him made no sense.

Natalya says the young one is my daughter, but the one called Syndil I do not know. She is much older, older perhaps than I
.

She feels as you feel. That same calm, at peace with herself in spite of the turmoil around her. She is
. . . There was a frown in Ivory’s voice as she tried to fit the pieces of the puzzle together.
The earth welcomes her as she welcomes me. As a daughter. A true daughter. There are only a few of us
.