Dark Blood
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Branislava had never been so exhausted in her life, but now wasn’t the time to rest on her laurels. Xaviero had just lost his first battle and he wasn’t going to be happy. When he was unhappy, others paid the price. He would go after the remaining three Lycans there in the Carpathian stronghold, and if he couldn’t use them to strike at those he considered his enemies, he would send others very quickly.
She found herself back in her body, but she didn’t have the strength to push herself off the ground. She sent up a silent prayer that she hadn’t left any trace of herself Xaviero could find when he replayed the scene of his shadow over and over in his head, looking for the tiniest detail to ascertain his enemy.
She knew what his first thought would be, and that would buy them time. The three brothers had always enjoyed their ability to hide each other from the rest of the world. It gave them the freedom to do whatever they wanted in absolute secret, knowing they couldn’t get caught. They always had a firm alibi. They felt superior to all others.
Branislava knew Xaviero would think one of his brothers had purposely opposed him. Who else could possibly manage to outmaneuver him? No one else was that brilliant. He would be raging, throwing one of his infamous fits. How many times had she seen him turn his anger on others?
“We don’t have much time,” she managed to gasp out. “Get the others into the circle. Gregori, did you see how to take down his safeguards? There’s no need to rebuild them. Take them down and remove the shadow as fast as possible.” Urgency was in her voice, desperation in her eyes. “We have only minutes to save them if we’re going to.”
Ivory crouched beside her, pressing her wrist to Branislava’s mouth. Branislava couldn’t help but almost gulp at the nutrients Ivory provided. Her body felt starved and thin. She was aware of Skyler providing blood for Zev. He held out his hand to her and she grasped it like a drowning woman would a life preserver.
Her heart pounded and her mouth was dry. He was coming for the others and he would be in a particularly ugly mood. She met Tatijana’s gaze. She knew as well.
Gregori opened a pathway to the circle and this time it was Dimitri, Fen and Razvan who carried the sleeping Lycans into the protection of the sphere. They returned to the outside circle, ready to ward off any that might threaten those working to remove the shadows.
“Each of you choose one,” Branislava said. “Remember, he’ll come fast, pouring in like liquid, and he’ll strike at both you and his victim.”
She didn’t bother to wait for an answer, but shed her body quickly and chose the one called Igor. She didn’t know him, but Daciana had spoken highly of him. She knew where the shadow was and she didn’t waste time looking around. If Xaviero had mass-shadowed these men without their knowledge, he couldn’t take the time to vary each position. He would use that most advantageous to him, a region of the brain where he could command the thoughts and actions.
She found the shadow right where she knew it would be and began unraveling the safeguards, using the exact method she’d used on Damon. Layer upon layer of webbing disappeared and she reached the glimmer. Again, she took it down, going for speed rather than delicacy. Removing and repairing that mage-shadow required time whether she liked it or not, and she knew any of the three working on the Lycans could draw the attention of Xaviero.
She didn’t want him going after Tatijana. In the ice caves, she had always stepped in front of her sister to redirect the attention of Xavier and his brothers away from her. Tatijana’s health had always been just that little bit more fragile than hers and she never wanted any of the brothers to notice it. They were so wrapped up in their experiments and plans to become immortal and rule the world that they hadn’t bothered with the sisters unless they needed blood.
As terrified as she was of Xaviero, perhaps she still deliberately drew his attention away from Tatijana. She knew her instinct for protecting her sister was extremely strong, but for whatever reasons, even as she worked feverishly to draw the lightning to the shadow, she had disturbed his traps enough to draw him to his victim.
She felt evil pouring into Igor’s brain through the dark portal. Xaviero came fast, just as she had predicted he would. He’d already been seeking his three remaining Lycans, wanting news and to get as much damage as possible from his puppets before they, too, were cleansed or killed.
I know you’re here.
His voice alone made her shiver, those cold fingers, like death, wrapping around her throat, ready to squeeze the life out of her while he smiled down into her eyes.
He doesn’t know it is you, Zev whispered into her mind. He’s fishing. Don’t take the bait. Keep working. You might trap some part of him here.
Branislava pushed aside centuries of terror and called on the fire. She lived for that heat. The red-orange flames and white-hot energy. Always inside of her, she felt the magma smoldering, waiting for a chance to erupt in whatever form possible, whether intense passion, her mage spells or soaring through the sky, the fire was always close. She nearly forgot to control the energy leaping to her, ready to do her bidding.
She directed the fine point of a laser at the mark and began burning it away. She made certain she took the matter around the shadow as well, giving Xaviero no place to hide. It took time, time she didn’t know if she had, but there was Zev and she had to trust him to watch out for her while she worked.
What are you doing, Xayvion? This was done for both of us. Your work with the Jaguars was beyond compare. Xaviero added the flattery in his most admiring tone. We are so close to the completion of our plan. With Xavier gone, we have to be more innovative. Turn Lycan against Carpathian. I’ve waited for centuries for the perfect opportunity and I’ve found it.
Branislava felt a small surge of triumph. Xaviero was so certain only his brother Xayvion could oppose him, he hadn’t considered the lowly girls he’d tormented in the ice caves. They were beneath his notice other than for his amusement when he was bored.
She kept working, using the laser point of the lightning to move the burn along the outer edges of the portal, shrinking the area so that Xaviero could see that his choices were diminishing rapidly. If he wanted to escape, he would have to leave. Everything in him wanted a confrontation.
He struck hard and fast, the entire brain swelling, pressing into the outer edges of the skull so that the Lycan began to seize violently. Branislava had no choice but to stop her work and aid Igor or she would lose him. The moment she did, he would know his brother wasn’t his opponent.
Branislava had never been so exhausted in her life, but now wasn’t the time to rest on her laurels. Xaviero had just lost his first battle and he wasn’t going to be happy. When he was unhappy, others paid the price. He would go after the remaining three Lycans there in the Carpathian stronghold, and if he couldn’t use them to strike at those he considered his enemies, he would send others very quickly.
She found herself back in her body, but she didn’t have the strength to push herself off the ground. She sent up a silent prayer that she hadn’t left any trace of herself Xaviero could find when he replayed the scene of his shadow over and over in his head, looking for the tiniest detail to ascertain his enemy.
She knew what his first thought would be, and that would buy them time. The three brothers had always enjoyed their ability to hide each other from the rest of the world. It gave them the freedom to do whatever they wanted in absolute secret, knowing they couldn’t get caught. They always had a firm alibi. They felt superior to all others.
Branislava knew Xaviero would think one of his brothers had purposely opposed him. Who else could possibly manage to outmaneuver him? No one else was that brilliant. He would be raging, throwing one of his infamous fits. How many times had she seen him turn his anger on others?
“We don’t have much time,” she managed to gasp out. “Get the others into the circle. Gregori, did you see how to take down his safeguards? There’s no need to rebuild them. Take them down and remove the shadow as fast as possible.” Urgency was in her voice, desperation in her eyes. “We have only minutes to save them if we’re going to.”
Ivory crouched beside her, pressing her wrist to Branislava’s mouth. Branislava couldn’t help but almost gulp at the nutrients Ivory provided. Her body felt starved and thin. She was aware of Skyler providing blood for Zev. He held out his hand to her and she grasped it like a drowning woman would a life preserver.
Her heart pounded and her mouth was dry. He was coming for the others and he would be in a particularly ugly mood. She met Tatijana’s gaze. She knew as well.
Gregori opened a pathway to the circle and this time it was Dimitri, Fen and Razvan who carried the sleeping Lycans into the protection of the sphere. They returned to the outside circle, ready to ward off any that might threaten those working to remove the shadows.
“Each of you choose one,” Branislava said. “Remember, he’ll come fast, pouring in like liquid, and he’ll strike at both you and his victim.”
She didn’t bother to wait for an answer, but shed her body quickly and chose the one called Igor. She didn’t know him, but Daciana had spoken highly of him. She knew where the shadow was and she didn’t waste time looking around. If Xaviero had mass-shadowed these men without their knowledge, he couldn’t take the time to vary each position. He would use that most advantageous to him, a region of the brain where he could command the thoughts and actions.
She found the shadow right where she knew it would be and began unraveling the safeguards, using the exact method she’d used on Damon. Layer upon layer of webbing disappeared and she reached the glimmer. Again, she took it down, going for speed rather than delicacy. Removing and repairing that mage-shadow required time whether she liked it or not, and she knew any of the three working on the Lycans could draw the attention of Xaviero.
She didn’t want him going after Tatijana. In the ice caves, she had always stepped in front of her sister to redirect the attention of Xavier and his brothers away from her. Tatijana’s health had always been just that little bit more fragile than hers and she never wanted any of the brothers to notice it. They were so wrapped up in their experiments and plans to become immortal and rule the world that they hadn’t bothered with the sisters unless they needed blood.
As terrified as she was of Xaviero, perhaps she still deliberately drew his attention away from Tatijana. She knew her instinct for protecting her sister was extremely strong, but for whatever reasons, even as she worked feverishly to draw the lightning to the shadow, she had disturbed his traps enough to draw him to his victim.
She felt evil pouring into Igor’s brain through the dark portal. Xaviero came fast, just as she had predicted he would. He’d already been seeking his three remaining Lycans, wanting news and to get as much damage as possible from his puppets before they, too, were cleansed or killed.
I know you’re here.
His voice alone made her shiver, those cold fingers, like death, wrapping around her throat, ready to squeeze the life out of her while he smiled down into her eyes.
He doesn’t know it is you, Zev whispered into her mind. He’s fishing. Don’t take the bait. Keep working. You might trap some part of him here.
Branislava pushed aside centuries of terror and called on the fire. She lived for that heat. The red-orange flames and white-hot energy. Always inside of her, she felt the magma smoldering, waiting for a chance to erupt in whatever form possible, whether intense passion, her mage spells or soaring through the sky, the fire was always close. She nearly forgot to control the energy leaping to her, ready to do her bidding.
She directed the fine point of a laser at the mark and began burning it away. She made certain she took the matter around the shadow as well, giving Xaviero no place to hide. It took time, time she didn’t know if she had, but there was Zev and she had to trust him to watch out for her while she worked.
What are you doing, Xayvion? This was done for both of us. Your work with the Jaguars was beyond compare. Xaviero added the flattery in his most admiring tone. We are so close to the completion of our plan. With Xavier gone, we have to be more innovative. Turn Lycan against Carpathian. I’ve waited for centuries for the perfect opportunity and I’ve found it.
Branislava felt a small surge of triumph. Xaviero was so certain only his brother Xayvion could oppose him, he hadn’t considered the lowly girls he’d tormented in the ice caves. They were beneath his notice other than for his amusement when he was bored.
She kept working, using the laser point of the lightning to move the burn along the outer edges of the portal, shrinking the area so that Xaviero could see that his choices were diminishing rapidly. If he wanted to escape, he would have to leave. Everything in him wanted a confrontation.
He struck hard and fast, the entire brain swelling, pressing into the outer edges of the skull so that the Lycan began to seize violently. Branislava had no choice but to stop her work and aid Igor or she would lose him. The moment she did, he would know his brother wasn’t his opponent.
