Dark Slayer - Christine Feehan [47]
Ivory knew saving Razvan’s soul was her task alone. She was his other half. His soul was hers as well. An intruder had invaded and dared to dwell, to take what was rightfully hers. Razvan had not claimed her, had not joined their souls together, but each time they were near, she felt the pull between them, strong and intense. She changed her song again, this time singing from her soul to his, calling to her true lifemate to accept her, to join with her, to accept her merging. Her light would be too much for someone as evil as Xavier.
Light to dark, dark to light.
My soul to yours together we fight.
Half of a whole, together one.
Mend and heal for two now are one.
Blood, body, bone mended, together our light it shone.
Light burst through Razvan’s body, bright and pure, the light of an innocent soul—that of his lifemate. Though he had not claimed her, their souls, two halves of the same whole, shimmered with dazzling brilliance, side by side, only a thin gap between them. Her half seemed to illuminate his as she moved her soul over his, and then merged, letting her light go into his darkness. The fragment ran before the light, smoldering with smoke around the edges as if burned, the cells shrinking away so that Gregori could herd it to join the others.
Razvan felt complete. Whole. The sensation of their merged souls shook him. He felt tiny threads weaving them back together as the two halves recognized one another and reached for what had been lost. He knew her intimately, every struggle, every part of her determination and her courage, all that she was, what she was. He held her safe and she held him safe. For the first time since he was a young boy he felt he could breathe freely.
Gregori began to chant. The words were in the ancient language, a healer’s greatest command, greatest gift, to force out the darkness of evil from Razvan. His voice was powerful, vibrating through both Razvan and Ivory, a tool of immense strength.
Kuuluam hän ku köd és hän ku Karpatiiak altenak—I take that which is dark and banned.
Saam te Szavéar—I name you Xavier.
It éntölam kuulua ainadet—Your body I now claim and command.
Ottiam sa éset veriet és luwet—I see the sinew, blood and bone.
Muonìam ainadet belső és kinn—From its core I hold and hone.
Muonìam ködaltepoårak, it poårak juttam—I command these abominations, these fragments left I now bind.
Totellosz sarnaakam, kaδasz kontalik, kaik kaδ asz—Do my bidding, go from this warrior, leave nothing behind.
The splinters did their best to struggle against his commands, but they were too fearful of the light. Each time his energy touched on them, they smoked and withered more.
Get back to your body, Ivory. They were both at risk as the slivers of Xavier’s blackened and malevolent soul fled Razvan’s body to seek another host.
Ivory and Gregori merged their spirits back in their bodies as Razvan rose over them, protecting them in that first disorienting moment. The ground rumbled ominously. Dirt spewed up like a geyser. The sky darkened overhead. For one moment they could hear the rustling of the leaves on the trees, and then a swelling noise like a wall of rushing water.
Within moments the clouds and a sliver of the moon were wiped out under the heavy migration of huge bats. The bats neared, showing dripping fangs, some landing on the ground in a circle around the group, using their wings to walk. Others flew at their faces, teeth gnashing together.
The earth opened up right beneath Razvan and a giant worm burst from beneath, jaws open, serrated teeth clamping around Razvan’s ankle. For a heartbeat, the