Dark Magic

Sava

He let his breath out slowly, became aware he had been holding it. “You are certain?” At her nod, he released her.

“What did you mean, Roberto was not alone?” Deliberately she changed the subject, tried to ease the tension between them.

“He traveled in a pack. They turned Europe into a killing ground. Your father was hard put to cover up the evidence and protect our people. It hasn’t been that long since the assassins swept through our homeland and murdered our people.”

“How many are in this pack?”

“Four more.”

Her hand went to her throat. She looked so young and defenseless, he wanted to drag her into the protection of his arms. She was doing things to him he didn’t understand, but no price was too high to pay for her. “Did they come here because of me? Roberto said he found me first. I thought he meant before you did. Did I bring them here?”

He wanted to lie to her—hadn’t he caused her enough pain already?—but he couldn’t bring himself to do it, so he said nothing.

Sava

His eyebrows shot up. “Where do you think you are going?”

“I have to make arrangements for Peter’s funeral. Everyone’s probably looking for me, and the crew must be devastated over Peter’s death and worried about me. After I take care of those things, I intend to join you in hunting down the renegades.”

“And you think I will allow such a dangerous thing?”

Her eyes grew stormy. “You can’t dictate to me, Gregori—we may as well get that straight right now.”

Gregori unfolded his long frame from the bed and stretched like a lazy jungle cat. Sava

She was shocked. Gregori, the Dark One, teasing her? He sat behind her, careful of her bruises, and began to smooth the tangles from her hair. It felt good, the brush moving over her scalp, down the length of her hair, his hands stroking in long caresses, a kind of magic.

“Very fu

His fingers brushed the nape of her neck, sending heat spiraling through her blood. “I am of the Old World, bébé.” The warmth of his breath was against her ear. “I can do no other than protect my woman.”

“Get over it,” she suggested sweetly. “We’ll get along much better that way.”

“We will get along splendidly, ma petite,as you will never oppose my will.” His voice, pitched low, was temptation itself. The air in the room was thick with the scent of herbs, invading her senses, his voice mesmerizing her.

She turned her head to look at him over one bare shoulder, violet eyes smoldering. His silver eyes gleamed at her, amusement in their depths. “Get a grip, Gregori. You’re losing your mind. It did occur to you I would need clothes, didn’t it?” She tried to sound tough; it would do her no good to allow him to seduce her into lowering her guard. But she was very drowsy, her head spi

“It is not difficult to conjure such items,” he reminded her, bending his head to stroke his tongue soothingly across a particularly ugly bruise on her lower back. The healing saliva would work faster mixed with their native soil, but it was all he had.

Sava

She made a sound of protest and tried to move away from him, but she landed sprawled on her stomach, her hands trapped beneath her.

“Lie still, Sava

Fear clawed at her, swirled in her brain. He made her feel so completely vulnerable, so helpless. It was going to happen all over again, his brutal possession. Tears burned behind her eyelids, and a moan welled up in her throat.

He found her fear of him intolerable. It shouldn’t have mattered to him. He knew he wasn’t going to hurt her—just the opposite, he was healing her—but her fear ate at him, turning him inside out. He, who had thought he had no gentleness left in him, touched her with extraordinary tenderness. “If I bring you your wolf, Sava

Sava

His tongue found the dark mark of his fingers on her rounded bottom, tracing each purple line. “You are not mortal, ma petite.This isnatural to our people.” He felt pleasure at her choice, yet wondered that he did so.

Gregori’s hands traced her body, finding every scratch, every bruise. His mouth was warm, moist, lapping caresses along her ribs, her waist, her hips and buttocks. Sava

Sava

Gregori turned her over gently, his breath catching in his throat. He had never realized just how beautiful the female body really was. His.Pride and possession were burning in his pale eyes as his gaze swept her bare skin, then moved to her delicate face. Tears glittered like jewels, caught in her long lashes.

He murmured something she couldn’t catch, his fingers brushing the tears from the tips of her lashes so that the teardrops fell into his palm. He closed his hand around them, breathed warm air through his fingers, and opened his hand. Three flawless diamonds lay on his open palm.