Dark Fire by Christine Feehan. Dark Series – book 6

She looked so young in her sleep, her red-gold hair framing her face. He touched her, his fingers possessive, his black eyes burning fiercely. Then he turned to regard the large cats. You like her. She can speak to you, can she not? he asked them.

He could feel their answer, not in words but in images of affection and trust. He nodded. She is mine, and I will not give her up. Guard her well while we sleep until the next rising, he silently commanded them.

The two cats rubbed against the couch, trying to get as close as possible to the woman. Darius touched her face once more, then turned and left the mobile home. He knew Desari would be waiting for him, and her gentle doe-eyes would be accusing.

She stood leaning against the front of the trailer, confusion on her beautiful face. The moment she saw him, she looked anxiously at the bus. “What have you done?”

“Stay out of this, Desari. You are my own blood, the one I most love and treasure, but-” Darius stopped, amazed that he could express that emotion honestly for the first time in centuries. He did feel love for his sister again. It beat in him, real and strong, and his relief was tremendous at not having to reach for and feign remembered emotions. He recovered his composure and continued. “But I will not tolerate your interference in this matter. Tempest will stay with us. She is mine. The others will not touch her.”

Desari’s hand went to her throat, and her face paled. “Darius, what have you done?”

“Do not think to defy me, or I will take her far from here and leave you all to go your own way.”

Desari’s mouth trembled. “We are under your protection, Darius. You have always led, and we have always followed you. We trust you completely; trust your judgment.” She hesitated. “I know you would never hurt this girl.”

Darius studied his sister’s face for a long moment. “No, you do not, Desari, and neither do I. I know only that, without her, I will bring danger and death to many before I am destroyed.”

He heard her swift intake of breath. “Is it that bad, Darius? Are you so close, then?” She did not need to use the words vampire or undead. They both knew intimately of what she spoke.

“She is all that is standing between the destruction of mortals and immortals alike. The line is fragile. Do not interfere, Desari. It is all the warning I am capable of giving you,” he said with a merciless, implacable resolve.

Darius had always been the acknowledged leader of their small group, ever since they were all children and he had saved them from certain death. Even as a mere youth he had reared and protected them, given them his all. He was the strongest, the most cunning, and the most powerful. He had the gift of healing. They relied on him for his wisdom and expertise. He had steered them safely through the long centuries without thought for himself. Desari could do no other than support him in this one thing he asked. No, not asked. Demanded. She knew Darius was not exaggerating, not lying, not bluffing; he never did. Everything he said, he meant.

Slowly, reluctantly, Desari nodded. “You are my brother, Darius. I am with you always, whatever you choose to do.”

She turned as her lifemate abruptly shimmered into a solid state beside her. Julian Savage still took her breath away, the sight of his tall, muscled frame, the striking, molten-gold eyes that always reflected love back to her.

Julian bent to brush Desari’s temple with the warmth and comfort of his mouth. He had caught her distress through their psychic link and instantly returned from hunting prey. When he turned his gaze on Darius, his eyes were cold. Darius met that gaze with one equally chilling.

Desari sighed softly at the two territorial males measuring each other. “You two promised.”

Instantly Julian leaned into her, his voice extraordinarily tender. “Is there a problem here?”

Darius made a sound of disgust, a rumbling growl deep in his throat. “Desari is my sister. I have always seen to her welfare.”