Dark Slayer - Christine Feehan [110]
“We need to go home soon.” He whispered the words in her ear.
She liked the sound of that. More, she loved the husky note in his voice that told her he was every bit as shaken as she was. For an answer, she circled his neck with her arms and just held him, just absorbed him into her.
The pack grew restless, circling them and nudging at their legs in inquiry. Ivory found herself smiling. “The children are growing impatient, as children do.”
To her consternation his hand slid down to her abdomen and rested there, fingers splayed wide. “You will look so beautiful with our child in you, should we ever manage to destroy our enemy.”
Ivory had never considered the possibility of a child. Her entire life had been devoted to one thing—ridding the world of an evil monster. The idea that she might have a lifemate and a child, that she could someday live with a semblance of normalcy, shocked her. She wasn’t entirely certain she could handle it.
Razvan laughed softly and leaned down to feather his lips lightly over hers. “Do not worry, my little warrior. There will never be normal for either of us, but we will make our own rules and our life will suit us just fine.”
“Let’s get this done then,” Ivory said.
13
Mikhail Dubrinsky greeted Razvan and Ivory from his long, wraparound verandah. The house was large, nestled in the trees, blending into the forest so well that Ivory knew with a certainty that most people would never spot it unless the prince eased the safeguards around it. She was dressed in her warrior garb, with the wolves riding her body as tattoos. She preferred that to having him look too closely at her pack. Razvan stayed close to her, just a step behind, as if he was her guard, rather than her partner. She had tried twice to lag in her step to force him to walk beside her, but once Razvan made up his mind about something, nothing stopped him.
“Good evening,” Mikhail said. “Sívad olen wäkeva, hän ku piwtä—may your heart stay strong, hunters,” he added in a more traditional greeting.
Ivory murmured a greeting, and glanced over her shoulder to look at Razvan. She couldn’t feel nerves in him, or sense that he was in any way distressed over visiting the prince of the Carpathian people, yet he maintained his distance—that precise two steps to the side and behind her pace. His gaze moved restlessly over the house, the grounds, searched the trees and quartered every inch of their surroundings as if he was looking for a trap. His face was sober, mouth in a firm line. He was making her uneasy with the way he was acting, when they should have been safe so deep in Carpathian territory.
What is it? She sent a smile to the prince to cover the fact that Razvan had yet to speak.
I do not know, but he is not alone. We are surrounded.
Well, of course, she’d known there would be others. Gregori for certain would never allow a meeting with the prince and his lifemate without his presence. Now she was more than uneasy.
“You welcome us, yet your people seem to be circling into position,” Razvan said.
His voice was hard, harder than Ivory had ever heard him speak. Now she knew why he had dropped back. He expected an attack, not from the front but from behind or either side. He wore a look that told her he meant business, and suddenly their friendly visit wasn’t so friendly after all. In that moment she knew he was entirely capable of killing the prince should the Carpathian make a move toward her.
She took a small step back and away from Razvan, moving quickly from woman to warrior. Her bow came up slightly, the arrow angled just enough to cover the prince’s heart. “We thought only to thank you for your aid,” she said. “Nothing more. We will leave if we are not welcome.”
The prince stepped into the open area, away from the long, smooth railing out to where she would have a clear shot at him. He kept his hands out away from his sides. “You are most welcome. My lifemate is inside and wishes to meet you. She cannot get up to greet you properly and had hoped you would have the time to visit with her.”
He looked around