Christine Feehan - Dark Destiny (Dark Series - book 13)

Gregori’s eyebrows lifted as if he were reading her mind and he glanced briefly at his lifemate.

I do not think my considerable charm has worked on her.

Savannah looked at him lovingly, her fingers sliding through his hair. “I know you can do this, Gregori.” She spoke aloud to encourage Destiny. Gregori didn’t need her encouragement.

You forgot to smile,

she told him.

I have mentioned on more than one occasion that smiling is considered important in public relations. I fear I’ll never manage to get that through your head.

If it were possible, his dark eyebrows rose higher, his silver eyes warming with love and suppressed laughter before he turned, completely sober, back to Nicolae.

Destiny watched the man as he simply shed his body and withdrew from them. He became light, energy in its purest, most selfless form. He entered Nicolae’s body and began waging the most difficult battle he had ever fought. The tainted blood separated from ancient blood, rushing away from him, straight toward Nicolae’s heart, as if attacking its host.

Destiny, merged deeply with Nicolae, watched in horror as the hideous brew raced for his heart.

Sleep!

Without preamble, using their strong blood bond, she shut down Nicolae’s heart and lungs instantly, trapping the blood in his veins, preventing the sludge from reaching its objective. She stayed hovering there, watching the nearly blinding light moving through Nicolae’s body, aware of the intense heat. There was no feeling of censure from the healer, nor did Gregori hesitate or become distracted by her interference.

The blood congealed into a thick, pulsating mass. Destiny could see pinpoints of hemorrhage and masses of lesions. Internal organs were slightly misshapen, and colonies of toxins were scattered throughout Nicolae’s system. She realized the tainted blood was willing to fight for possession of the host body.

The healer was undaunted, moving unerringly toward the thick clots of infestation. To Destiny’s horror, something thin and black moved within the pulsating mass. Tiny creatures, living parasites. She wanted to scream and scream. The need was so strong, she pressed her hand to her mouth to keep from diverting the healer from his task. Those hideous creatures lived inside her, she knew, and she had infected Nicolae. The idea was repulsive. Disgusting. She had lived with the creatures for years, never fully realizing how abnormal they were until she saw them infesting Nicolae’s body.

Nicolae stirred. His heart beat once, twice. The horrible wriggling creatures massed as if eagerly awaiting the movement of blood.

Your distress is calling to him. Calm yourself. Gregori connected through the mind merge Destiny had with her lifemate.

He can do no other than come to you if you need him. You are Carpathian, woman, not vampire. Do not allow him to awaken.

The voice, more than anything else, calmed her. She forced air through her lungs, beat away despair and horror, soothing Nicolae back to the Carpathian sleep. Her fingers bunched in his hair, her only lifeline to sanity. She couldn’t think about what lived and squirmed inside her. What she had passed to Nicolae. Unclean. She was unclean.

Focus! The voice was firm.

I need your help with this.

Destiny would do anything to rid Nicolae of the tainted blood. She pushed her revulsion and emotions as far from her as she could and concentrated on the bright light. Gregori was moving steadily toward the series of thick clots. The ugly masses erupted with swarming tiny black wormlike parasites. Several attacked, throwing their wriggling bodies at the light as if they might consume it. The hideous things hit an invisible barrier and were instantly destroyed.

Pandemonium broke out. Light exploded, a laser show of bright white, obliterating everything in its path. Time passed as the healer meticulously began to hunt the parasites and destroy them, herding them inevitably toward the ancient blood lying dormant in the veins. As he chased them, Gregori obliterated colony after colony.

Destiny couldn’t believe how long he worked, examining every inch of Nicolae to ferret out the infestation. The healer had to examine every artery, every vein, networks of blood vessels.

It was then Destiny became aware of the chanting of familiar words. Savannah and Vikirnoff lifted their voices in the age-old healing ritual. The light was fading, blurring around the edges and turning almost transparent.

Gregori’s spirit emerged from Nicolae’s body. The healer was swaying with weariness, so pale he was nearly gray. Destiny bit her lower lip as she watched Vikirnoff offer his wrist to the healer. She knew Nicolae’s brother was offering his life. He had no lifemate to anchor him to the world. Giving Gregori his blood would create a bond between them. Gregori could easily track him should there be need. It was a selfless act, and one that unexpectedly rugged at her heartstrings.

She sat quietly, rocking back and forth, stroking Nicolae’s hair, not wanting to look at Gregori or his lifemate. Destiny hadn’t known the ugly truth about her blood. Nicolae had been infected only a couple of risings. She had been infected for long years. She had never realized that the parasites had been passed to her from the vampire who had taken her as a child. She hadn’t known what was normal and what wasn’t.

The healer was not finished with Nicolae, and yet he was already swaying with weariness, his great strength drained. It seemed an impossibility that he could heal her after so many years of being infected.

Gregori took a great deal of blood, leaving Vikirnoff weak. Destiny saw the ancient warrior stagger as he turned away.

“You must feed well. Nicolae will need your blood,” Gregori instructed.

“I will go quickly, but perhaps you should wait for my return before going in again,” Vikirnoff suggested. “I do not want to leave you and the women vulnerable to an attack.”

“I do not think I have time to wait if I am to do this thing. His brain and every organ must be cleansed.” Gregori sprinkled the rich Carpathian soil over Nicolae, opened his palms and placed some in his hands. “Return as quickly as you can,” he urged.

“Is it possible to do this?” Destiny asked. “Did you know those things were there? Have you ever encountered them before?” She didn’t want it to be just her, that she was the only one tainted. “If Nicolae’s body is so infected, what must mine be like?”

Gregori’s peculiar eyes moved over her face, leaving behind a strange, warming calm. “No, I had no idea they were there. Certainly Alexandria had no such creatures in her blood when Aidan performed the healing ritual. This is far different, but I have no idea why. I will heal Nicolae, Destiny, and I will heal you. The vampire will not claim a victory here.” He spoke with complete confidence. Destiny couldn’t tell whether he believed his statement or not, but his words gave her a semblance of hope.

Without further hesitation, Gregori once more shed his physical body to become the healing light of his kind.

Destiny was aware on one level of Vikirnoff leaving the chamber, but she concentrated on watching Gregori’s meticulous assault on the vampire’s blood. The organs were harboring a few tiny, immature parasites. They seemed capable of tremendous damage, tunneling into the organs, burning as they did so.

The healer dispatched them wherever he found them, cleansing the organs and carefully reshaping them. Destiny watched with awe, respect for the man growing as he worked. She was aware of the difficulties, the amount of strength it took to be outside one’s body. She began to understand that the form of energy he was utilizing to heal was nearly impossible to maintain for any length of time. She was witnessing a miracle.