Dark Magic

He enveloped her in a towel and dried her off until her skin was rosy. “I take your health and safety seriously, Sava

She shivered a little and pulled the towel around herself, suddenly u

Sava

Gregori’s palm cupped her face. “Whatever you are thinking is making you fear me, Sava

“You’re making me into something I’m not,” she whispered.

“You are Carpathian, my lifemate. You are Sava

The storm lashed at the windows and whistled against the walls. Gregori wove the safeguards in preparation for their sleep. Sava

She settled against his body as if she was made for it. He felt the brush of her lips against his chest and the last sigh of air as it escaped from her lungs.

Gregori lay awake for a long time, watching as the dawn crept forward, pushing away the night. One wave of his hand closed and locked the heavy shutters over the windows. Still he lay awake, holding Sava

Because he had always known he was dangerous, he had feared for mortals and immortals alike at his hand. But somehow, perhaps naively, he had thought that once he was bound to his lifemate, he would become tamer, more domesticated. His fingers bunched in her hair. But Sava

Chapter Ten

Gregori stared with dismay at the small, two-story house enclosed in wrought-iron latticework and sandwiched between two smaller, rather rundown properties in the crowded French Quarter of New Orleans. He inserted the key in the lock and turned to look at Sava

“I have definitely lost all good sense,” he muttered as he pushed open the door.

The interior was dark, but he could see everything easily. The room was layered with dust, old sheets covered the furniture, and the wallpaper was peeling in small curls from the walls.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Sava

He couldn’t help himself; he kissed her inviting mouth. “Perfect for torching. Sava

She laughed and ruffled his thick mane of hair. “Don’t be such a pessimist. Can’t you see its potential?”

“It is a firetrap,” he groused, but he was studying the heavy draperies and the narrow staircase leading both upstairs and to some lower sanctuary.

“Come with me.” Sava

“Garden?” he echoed. But he followed her. How could he not? She was radiating joy. He found himself just watching her, every movement she made, the way her head turned, the way her eyes danced. She was so beautiful. If she wanted a claustrophobic little house in the middle of the French Quarter, if that made her happy, he would not deny her.

The stairs, very narrow and steep, wound downward in a spiral to an unexpected basement that ran the length of the house. New Orleans was built on water-logged ground below sea level. Even the dead had to be entombed above ground. New Orleans made him edgy. There was no earth to burrow into in an emergency. No easy, natural escape. New Orleans presented problems he didn’t want at this time.

Gregori peered at the basement’s cement walls, its solid floor. He paced the length of the room, circled the perimeter, moved to the center, and closed his eyes. He inhaled deeply. There were shadows of others in this room, of those who had come before.

“Do you feel it?” Sava

He stared down at her small hand. He could feel that touch through his entire body. Yet her fingers couldn’t even circle the thickness of his wrist. He found himself aware that she did that often, wrap her fingers around his wrist, co

Gregori forced his attention back to the present. So Sava

Gregori slipped an arm around her shoulders. “What do you know about the former owner?”

“Just that he wasn’t here for long periods at a time. The real estate agent told me that the house had been in the man’s family for nearly two hundred years, that it’s actually one of the oldest homes in the Quarter.”

“But you never actually met him?” Gregori prompted. “No,” Sava

“Julian Savage was the former owner, though it is hard to imagine him ever living here. He is a loner, as untamed as the wind.” He paced the room again. “If Julian gave up this sanctuary, one he had for nearly two centuries, it can mean only one thing. He is choosing the dawn.” He said the words dispassionately, without expression, but inside he felt that curious tearing he was becoming so familiar with. Emotion.

Sorrow. So many of his kind gone forever. Julian was stronger than most, more knowledgeable. He hated losing Julian.

Sava

Gregori tried to shake off his melancholy, but he felt he would barely be able to breathe in this crowded, closed-in neighborhood. “Other people’s houses are right on top of this one,” he said. “I think they could take one step and be in our living room.”

“You haven’t seen the courtyard yet, Gregori. The house opens up to a courtyard in the back, and it’s immense and in quite good shape.” Sava

“I hate to think what you would call bad shape,” he muttered as he followed her upstairs.

“I wonder why everything is so dusty,” Sava

“Do not touch anything,” Gregori hissed softly, and very gently he caught her shoulders to put her behind him.

“What is it?” Instinctively she lowered her voice and looked around, trying to see if there was some danger she had been unable to sense.