Shea leaned into him, turned up her face to be kissed. “Sara will be fine. She just needs her lifemate.” She stared into Jacques’s eyes. “As I do.”
“Neither you nor Raven seems to have much faith in my abilities. I’m shocked!” Jacques’s chagrined look had both women laughing despite the seriousness of the situation. “I have my brother attempting to pull his Prince routine on me, giving me orders not to engage the enemy until His Majesty returns. My own lifemate, brilliant as she is, does not seem to realize I am a warrior without equal. And my lovely sister-kin is deliberately delaying me. What do you think about that, Sara?” He arced one eyebrow at her.
Sara sat up slowly, pushed her hand through her tousled, spiky hair. Her head was no longer pounding and her ribs felt just fine. Even the aches from the bruises were gone. “I don’t know about your status as a warrior without equal, but your lifemate is a miracle worker.” She had the feeling that Raven and Shea spent a great deal of time laughing when they were together. Neither seemed in the least intimidated by Jacques, despite the gravity of his appearance.
“I cannot argue with you there,” Jacques agreed.
Shea grinned at Sara, her face pale. “He has to say that. It is always best to compliment one’s lifemate.”
“And that is why you and Raven are casting aspersions upon my battle capabilities.” Once more Jacques kissed his lifemate. With his acute hearing, he could hear the assault upon the estate.
Sara could hear it, too. She twisted her fingers together anxiously. “He’s coming. I know he is.”
“Do not fear him, Sara,” Shea hastened to assure her. “My lifemate has battled many of the undead and will do so long after this one is gone.” She turned her gaze on her husband. “Raven will provide for me while you delay this monster. You will return to me unharmed.”
“I hear you, little red hair, and I can do no other than obey.” His voice was soft, an intimate caress. He simply dissolved into vapor and streamed from the chamber.
Sara made an effort to close her mouth and not gape in total shock. Raven, one arm wrapped around Shea’s waist, laughed softly. “Carpathians take a little getting used to. I ought to know.”
“I must feed,” Shea said, her gaze steady on Sara’s. “Will it alarm you?”
“I don’t know,” Sara said honestly. For no reason at all, the spot along the swell of her breast began to throb. She found herself blushing. “I suppose I should get used to it. Falcon and I were waiting until I had settled the red tape with the children before we”—she sought the right word—”finalized things.” She lifted her chin. “I’m very committed to him.” It seemed a pale way of explaining the intensity of her emotions.
“I am amazed he allowed you the time. He must be extraordinarily certain of his abilities to protect you,” Raven said. “Feed, Shea. I offer freely that you may be at full strength once again.” She casually extended her wrist to Shea. “Carpathian males usually have a difficult time at the first return of their emotions. They have to contend with jealousy and fear, the overwhelming need to protect their lifemate and the terror of losing her. They become domineering and possessive and generally are a pain in the neck.” Raven laughed softly, obviously sharing the conversation with her lifemate.
Sara could feel her heart racing as she watched in horrified fascination while Shea accepted nourishment from Raven. Although it was bizarre, she could see no blood. She was almost comforted by the completely unselfish act between the two women. Sara was humbled by Shea’s gift of healing. She was humbled by the way she was accepted so completely into their circle, a close family willing immediately to aid her, to place their lives directly in the path of danger for her.
“Are you really planning to have a child?” Raven asked as Shea closed the tiny pinpricks in her wrist with a sweep of her tongue. “Jacques said he has finally convinced you.” There was a slight hesitation in Raven’s voice.