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Dark Fire by Christine Feehan. Dark Series – book 6

Dayan took a running leap and launched himself skyward. “It is rather ironic that we now leave the human with our women.” He was shape-shifting even as he spoke, feathers rippling along his wide-spread arms.

“Our women can handle one human male,” Barack growled as he joined Dayan, also choosing the body of the night owl to race across the distance, attempting to catch up with their leader. Syndil, stay across the room from that blond human flirt. If I catch you making eyes at him, there will be hell to pay.

Oh, now we can handle one human male! I like that. So if I want to take him to the nearest bedroom, you have no say in it.

Do not force me to kill this human. Darius has a fondness for him, although I cannot imagine why.

Barack? There was a short pause while Syndil considered how to phrase her concerns. Please be careful. I would not want Desari to have to grieve for you.

He laughed softly, a velvet caress in her mind. And you wish me to believe that you would not? I never thought of myself as an angel, but my patience with you certainly qualifies me far sainthood.

I cannot imagine anyone considering you an angel or a saint. Again there was a slight hesitation. Be careful, Barack I feel the intensity in Darius. The darkness is on him. He will not turn back, whatever the danger.

His lifemate has chosen our way. Did you not feel his sorrow at her suffering? Barack’s voice held a note of censure.

At once he could feel the tears gathering in her. Do not remind me. He shared with us what we had wrought with our meddling. She suffered much for him.

It is done, my little love. It wrenched at his heart that he had made her cry. We will remove the threat to you and Desari, and all will be well once more. Barack was reassuring.

Darius is truly angry with us . He will not forgive us for a long while.

Barack wanted to turn back and comfort Syndil. Instead, he sent her waves of reassurances, warmth, and love. He knew Darius was furious. Coldly furious. He also knew Darius was capable of things neither woman could conceive of. He was a harsh, unrelenting enemy. His woman, the one he deemed his very soul, had suffered agonies this night. He would not forgive easily. Barack flew faster, streaking through the dark sky to catch up with the hunter.

Once the three Carpathians were united with Darius, Julian signaled them to settle to earth. Mostly he wanted to see for himself just how far gone Darius’s condition was. All three males fully intended to protect Darius. They knew he had been wounded.

Impatiently Darius’s cold black eyes swept over Julian. “What is it?”

They were in an orchard not far from where Darius had forced the car carrying Tempest off the road. Julian had blown the car sky high. Fire and police vehicles were already leaving the scene.

“Cullen told me a man named Wallace came over from Europe and fired up this Brady Grand against the band and Julian and Desari in particular,” Dayan volunteered. He was studying Darius’s face as he spoke.

Darius looked drawn and harsh. There was a spot of blood on his hip and another larger stain spreading on his thigh. Dayan glanced uneasily at Julian and Barack but refrained from commenting. There was cold fury in Darius’s eyes. A strange scarlet glow that seemed to come from the blood-red moon was trapped and reflected back at them from the very depths of those black, black eyes. It was an eerie flame of savage rage, as primitive and unrelenting as time itself. There would be no stopping Darius this night. He was the ultimate predator. His quarry could never escape him.

“Have you heard of this Wallace?” Darius asked Julian quietly.

“A few years back there was a man who hunted our people, our Prince, his lifemate, and his brother. He tortured and killed both humans and immortals alike. That man was named Wallace, but he was destroyed. I know he belonged to a society of fanatics. I can only imagine that the two Wallaces are related, especially if he came over from Europe. He must be at the head of the society now.”

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