Christine feehan - Dark Slayer 20

Gregori huffed out another breath, a man driven beyond endurance by his stubborn unborn child, but his fingers lingered with loving strokes. Savannah laid her hand over his and they stood quietly a moment, feeling the presence of their daughters, surrounding the twins with love.

The knock on the door was expected and Gregori opened it to Syndil and her lifemate, Barack. One was never far from the other, he'd noticed. He welcomed both of them with a traditional Carpathian greeting. «Pesasz jelabam ainaak-long may you stay in the light.»

Syndil and Barack responded in kind and stepped into the house. «How are you feeling, Savannah?» Syndil asked.

«Very pregnant,» Savannah replied with a small smile. «If I get any bigger I might pop.»

«It is good to gain, especially with twins,» Gregori said. «You are right where you're supposed to be.»

«He monitors me carefully to make certain the babies are growing properly,» Savannah explained. She leaned in to kiss Barack on the cheek, ignoring Gregori's sharp reprimand.

There is no need for kissing.

Savannah laughed again and rubbed her cheek against Gregori's shoulder affectionately.

«Mikhail sent word that you wished to talk to me.»

Gregori indicated for her to sit. Barack sank into the seat beside her and took her hand.

«I am certain you've heard the news, that Razvan has escaped Xavier and that Ivory Malinov is alive. You were not raised in the Carpathian Mountains, and did not know the rumors of these two, but suffice it to say it is a shock to everyone to find out all we believed of them is wrong.»

Syndil tangled her fingers with Barack's. It always surprised Gregori to realize this one woman who wielded so much power was so shy and humble. She walked on the ground and new life sprang up after her. She danced and sang and toxic soil was restored to health. They had chanced on the knowledge, the prince spotting her healing an entire battlefield destroyed by vampire venom. She had been so quiet about her talent, so modest, no one would have ever known had Mikhail not seen her gift with his own eyes.

Syndil merely nodded her head, shifting just a little toward Barack. He moved closer to her, slipping his arm around her shoulders.

Gregori sighed. «I have no right to ask this of you. Indeed, it may be risky.»

Barack frowned.

«The pair encountered a master vampire and took him on in order to save a family. While Razvan has little or no experience fighting, Ivory is an extraordinary warrior. Together they managed to hurt him and run him off, but at great cost to their bodies.»

«You know I would aid you,» Syndil said, her soft voice musical, «but I am no healer.»

«I would disagree with that statement, Syndil.» Gregori leaned forward. «You understand the earth better than most. You hear her talking to you, crying out when she's wounded, and you're able to fix every injury.»

«That's different.» Syndil waved a dismissing hand. «Not at all like healing a wounded Carpathian.»

«I cannot do what you do,» Gregori said. «I do not always hear our mother speaking to us. This couple, what is happening with them, I do not understand-and I've tried. I listen to Mother Earth, but she whispers and I can't comprehend what she is saying. They are suffering. In agony. Both of them.» He hung his head and ran both hands through his hair in agitation. «I'm helping them, yes, but so slowly, and each night that passes and I go to them, they feel untold pain.»

«What would you have Syndil do?» Barack asked.

Gregori shook his head. Savannah perched on the arm of his chair and slipped her arm around him, her fingers sliding into his hair to soothe him. «Just tell them, Gregori. Let them decide.»

«I have never seen anything like what is happening. Razvan's body was hacked up, literally. He had his arm chopped off and in pieces. He had six spear holes, three fatal. His wounds were horrendous. Slices all the way to the bone, in many cases cutting through the bone. The blood loss was unbelievable. Instead of attending his wounds, he aided her in the battle.»

Barack sat up straight. «And he survives?»

«So far-yes. I don't know how. She also had many wounds, and yet she managed to merge with him in some way; I do not know how. They are separate bodies, but their hearts beat as one, their minds are one. Even that is not the issue. If I have access to his arm, the rest of his body is encased completely in mineral, as if he is part of the earth itself. When I share their bodies, I hear the earth whispering. I can hear the rhythm of its heartbeat, but I can't understand what she is saying to them. Could this be? Could Mother Earth be healing them? Not just rejuvenating them?»

Syndil was silent, turning his words over and over in her mind. Barack said nothing, waiting for his lifemate to give her advice. It was her realm of expertise and he was inordinately proud of her. He never ceased to be shocked that his quiet little Syndil was consulted by every Carpathian, and the prince and Gregori often asked her counsel.

«I believe so, yes. We have a connection to the earth, to the very Universe. It's the reason we're able to shift and call down the lightning. It's why our bodies rejuvenate in the soil. If this couple has a deeper connection in some way, if Mother Earth claims one or both as her children, their bodies might be slightly different from ours.»

Gregori's frown deepened. «We're all the earth's children.»

Syndil shook her head. «Not in the same way. The earth is alive. There is a heartbeat, a rhythm, a pulse. She whispers and shouts and screams. She welcomes us home each dawn as her children, but if she accepts one of us as her own, as her biological child-I know no other way to explain it-she might send them everything she has, the very richest soil she can call, every healing element. Who knows what she is capable of doing for one she considers part of her.»

The lines on his face remained as he sat back. «Why would she single out one Carpathian?»

Syndil, calm and serene, smiled at him, warmed him, enveloped him with her utter lack of vanity. «I would imagine the circumstances had to be extraordinary.»

Savannah leaned closer. «Can you help her? Can you feed the soil where they are recovering, help to keep it rich to speed their recovery?»

Gregori brought her fingertips to his mouth. He hadn't wanted to ask Syndil. Anyone approaching that expanse of soil would be able to feel the agony radiating from the couple, and to ask a woman to share that experience was nearly more than he was capable of doing, yet if she didn't help, it could well take years to heal such mortal wounds.

«Before you answer, Syndil»-now he looked to her lifemate, husband to husband, willing him to understand-«there are things you should know. The pain they suffer is unlike anything I have ever experienced in centuries of battles and healing. If you are empathic, you can't go there without being affected. Even if you don't touch them, just entering the area is an uncomfortable experience. I have no words to describe the suffering.»

«And yet they live,» Barack said.

«A seemingly impossible feat,» Gregori said. «Yet they continue.» His gaze moved broodingly over Syndil. «I do not ask this of you lightly. I would not want you trying to connect with them or helping me to heal them because to share their bodies right now is an agonizing task.»

Even when he slept the sleep of Carpathians, that first moment of awakening was torture, pain flooding his body, wrenching at every organ and tearing great holes in his body, as if he shared some part of Ivory and Razvan deep beneath the ground. He knew it was a waking nightmare, but still, the dreadful dream lingered with him night after night upon awakening.