Carpathian 09 - Dark Guardian

happened, she caught at his arms and shook him gently. Wake up, you arrogant male. I'm in danger here. Your job is to get off your butt and rescue me.
    Francesca says you're all better. Wake up !
    She bent over him just as his eyelashes fluttered. One arm whipped up to catch her to him, to pull her down to him. He shot me .
    "I'm glad you comprehend, Sherlock. He's on his way right now. He could be here at any second. You need blood, Lucian."

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    He was doing a quick assessment of his injuries before he scanned the area. You are right, Jaxon. He is very close . His hand came up to caress her hair, then moved to the nape of her neck. His mouth moved over her throat to find her pulse beating steadily if a little too fast. His tongue stroked once unhurriedly, preparing her for the shock of his teeth sinking into her. She cried out, her arms stealing around his head to cradle him to her. Then she closed her eyes and relaxed. This was Lucian. Injured he might be, even severely, but he could stir her blood and make her feel completely safe under any circumstances.
    Already weak, she found herself drowsy, fading, slipping into a dreamlike state. Her arms fell away from him to her sides. She slumped against him, unable to hold herself up, uncaring that it was so. She heard him murmur her name, heard the love in his voice as he closed the tiny pinpricks in her throat. His hands were gentle as he moved her to a more comfortable position. You called me an arrogant jerk, Jaxon.
    That was not very nice. Your bedside manner needs to improve immensely .
    You're lucky I didn't kick you. You scared me to death. And just remember, Mr. Arrogance, it was a human that nearly did you in.
    I knew you were the type of woman who would say "I told you so ." Despite the weariness in his voice, there was a hint of laughter.
    If she had the strength, she might have hit him, but she was far too tired to make the effort. She lay slumped on the deck, unmoving.
    I knew you had a penchant for violence , he teased.
    Jaxon felt it then, her stomach clenching in a hard knot. He is here .
    Yes, my love, I know. Do not worry. This monster will never harm you or anyone you love again .
    His voice, his beautiful, black-velvet voice, was as tranquil as ever. He did not tell her, as he saw no need, that he was incredibly weak and that Gabriel with Francesca was aiding him from a distance, their combined strength pouring into him.
    You must be careful this time . Her words, even without her voice to speak them aloud, were slurred in his mind.
    Sleep, my love, and do worry about me.
    No ! Her protest was sharp. Do not try to force me to sleep. I must be aware in case you have need of my help .
    Lucian did not point out that she was too weak to fight her way out of a paper bag. He sat up carefully, not wanting to undo all the repairs Jaxon had so meticulously made. He needed several days of sleep in the rejuvenating soil before he would be back to his full strength.
    Drake was only a few yards away now. Lucian could hear him as he moved through the brush toward the lodge. He waited, sitting beside Jaxon, one hand tangled in the mop of wild silky blond strands he loved so much.
    This was the one then, the monster who had taken control of Jaxon's life at such an early age. Tyler Drake. Lucian could feel her tension, although she tried to conceal it.

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    Lucian sent her a wave of warm reassurance before he turned his attention to the approaching monster.
    He sent his voice, the perfect weapon, out into the night. "You will come to me unarmed, Drake."
    There was no way to disobey that voice that could so easily enthrall. Under compulsion, Drake moved out into the open, both hands empty and in plain sight. His eyes were restless, blinking rapidly, repeatedly. He was sick, his mind twisted, his thought processes unnatural. Lucian realized then that he had thought Drake a camper or hiker because the man wasn't actually thinking of killing anyone. He wasn't planning it. He considered himself a good man, a man who loved his child.
    "You have caused Jaxon much sorrow in her life, Mr. Drake," Lucian said quietly, his voice gentle. "I can do no other than ask that you no longer walk this land with her. You must go to a place where one much greater than myself can pass judgment on you."
    Jaxon's slight body was trembling