“You took a terrible chance, Savannah. I could have killed you. Next time I give you an order, follow it.”
She flashed a wan grin, then hastily sobered when her swollen lips hurt. She was terribly weak, in need of blood. The scent of it rose to taunt her with memories she desperately needed to avoid right now. “I’m actually not very good at following orders. I guess you’ll just have to get used to that.” Savannah attempted to sit up, but he made it impossible with one large hand splayed over her heart.
She might have gotten away with her attempt at sarcasm except that their minds were so easily accessible to each other, slipping and merging back and forth without thought or effort. He caught the edge of nervousness, the echo of fear. She was very, very aware of his palm resting on the thin sheet over the swell of her breast. Savannah was trying to ignore the sexual tension arcing between them.
He bent, tenderly brushing his mouth across her forehead. “I thank you for your intervention. You saved my life. More importantly, my soul.” Both our lives. “Do not try to hide your fears from me, ma petite. There is no need.”
A sigh escaped, and her lashes veiled her eyes. “You can be extremely irritating, Gregori. I’m trying hard to carry this off, and I could use a little help. To be honest, I’m scared to death. Actually, I don’t want to think about it right now.” She bit her lip, then winced when her mouth stung. She made a subtle movement of retreat, hoping he would move his hand. She was so aware of his touch, his heat. The awareness encompassed both the ache in her body that his touch induced and the terrible fear her mind had no hope of overcoming.
Gregori didn’t move a muscle, remaining as still as a statue carved from granite. “You pulled me out of the darkness, from the gates of hell. By all rights, by every law our people have, you should have destroyed me for what I did to you.” His voice was low and edged with sorrow. “In all honesty, I had no idea such self-sacrifice, and such a rescue, was possible.”
Savannah never wanted to repeat the experience as long as she lived. But somehow, as much as she was frightened, as much as her body hurt, she knew that Gregori was far more tormented than she. “I don’t suppose you’re so grateful that you would consider living apart from me for a while?” she asked hopefully, closing her eyes for a moment to block out the memory of the fight for his soul. She couldn’t face the memory and the very real, very intimidating person at the same time.
For one moment something flickered in the depths of his eyes, rippled in his mind, her mind, then was gone. Pain. Had she hurt him? Savannah wasn’t certain she wanted to know.
“The ritual was completed, ma petite. It is too late. Neither of us would survive a separation.” His fingers tangled in her hair, crushing silky strands as if he couldn’t get enough of the feel of her.
Savannah remembered hearing that lifemates could not live apart. But that meant she had to find a way to resolve her inner conflicts and fear of their relationship right away. Was that even possible? “So, what does that mean?” she challenged. “I’ve heard my father and you both say that. I’ve heard it all my life. What does it mean?”
“You will need the touch of my mind, my body, the exchange of our blood, and I will need yours. It will happen often, and the need is so powerful, one of us cannot long exist without the other.” He kept his voice neutral, low, a soothing cadence.
If it was possible for her to grow more pale, she did. Her heart jumped wildly, her eyes widening in fear. Never! She could never, ever, under any circumstances, go through that again. Sex was a nightmare, the exchange of blood painfully overrated. She turned her face away from him in an attempt to spare him her fear. Her mind was working furiously, trying to find a solution. She had brought this on herself. If only… But if she had done anything differently, Gregori might be dead—or, worse, a full-fledged vampire, and somehow, even with the threat of a repeat performance, Savannah couldn’t bear the thought of that.