relief.
Branislava brought her uncle close. “This is Dominic and his lifemate, Solange.”
There was no mistaking Solange fought beside the Dragonseeker. She was a warrior through and through.
Zev inclined his head. “I’m grateful to both of you, for coming and for your generous offer of weaving your spirits to mine.”
“Clearly it wasn’t necessary. Mikhail tells me you are the last of the Dark Blood line. I knew your great-grandparents. There were few as skilled as they were,” Dominic said.
He drew Branislava close to him. He was certain now, that the Carpathians were right and he was of the Dark Blood lineage, but at this moment, all he wanted to do was rest and spend a little time getting to know his woman.
“Take another look at him, Gregori,” Fen said. “We need to get him home.”
5
L et’s sit on the verandah, just for a little while,” Zev suggested. They had just risen from their day’s slumber and he wanted time to be with her. “We can visit out here.” While there was no actual pain, he was surprised at how weak he still was.
The night was beautiful. Deep in the forest it was darker than outside of it, because the trees blocked a good part of the moon. He caught glimpses of the glow as well as a scattering of stars through the canopy and branches. Somewhere close by a wolf howled and another answered.
“Skyler and Dimitri have taken their wolves hunting,” Branislava said. “They’re hungry. I can tell by the sound of their calls. The alpha is on the trail of something big.”
“Few can hear the difference in the notes,” Zev said, a little shocked. “Yet you can tell what that call actually means?”
She nodded. “I can hear what they say by the pitch, the notes in their voices. I can identify each member of the wolf pack that inhabits this territory. I also have learned all four voices of Skyler and Dimitri’s wolves as well.”
“That’s incredible. I’m a wolf and I can do that, but didn’t think anyone else could.”
She shrugged and put her feet up on the railing. “I love music, Zev. I love all the various instruments and the sounds they make. I love to hear voices singing in perfect pitch.”
He smiled at her. “And you love to dance.”
“I do. Tatijana does as well. It felt like freedom to me, floating around the dance floor in your arms. I felt as if we were soaring above earth in the clouds.”
“I can see I’ll have to study dancing. I wouldn’t want to trip over my own feet.” He lifted his face to the breeze. Across from the house, mice scurried in the brush drawing the attention of an owl sitting silently above them in a particularly old and wide tree. It was dense with branches and needles that appeared silver whenever the moon shone through.
“That’s impossible and you know it,” she said, laughing softly. “I’ve seen you in a fight with your sword and knives and you’re like a beautiful dancer, flowing around your opponents in the most graceful, fluid way I’ve ever seen. Even Fen admires your abilities,” she added.
“I was very lucky to meet that man,” Zev said. “He was very adept at hiding that he was a mixed blood. He managed to live a good century or more among the Lycans.”
“Tatijana told me.”
Branislava lifted her hands to her hair, an idle move, but one that lifted her breasts beneath the material of her dress. Now that they were relaxing at home, she had donned a long gown, one from another era. The corset hugged her breasts and ribs and the material flared over her hips to fall to the ground. The top was white eyelet lace and a panel ran down the front of the dress surrounded by a rich crimson material.
She had been in the form of a fire dragon for centuries and he wasn’t in the least surprised to find she was attracted to the color red. She seemed extraordinarily feminine to him, preferring dresses to trousers.
He enjoyed sitting across from her, there in the night, just looking at her. “You could
Branislava brought her uncle close. “This is Dominic and his lifemate, Solange.”
There was no mistaking Solange fought beside the Dragonseeker. She was a warrior through and through.
Zev inclined his head. “I’m grateful to both of you, for coming and for your generous offer of weaving your spirits to mine.”
“Clearly it wasn’t necessary. Mikhail tells me you are the last of the Dark Blood line. I knew your great-grandparents. There were few as skilled as they were,” Dominic said.
He drew Branislava close to him. He was certain now, that the Carpathians were right and he was of the Dark Blood lineage, but at this moment, all he wanted to do was rest and spend a little time getting to know his woman.
“Take another look at him, Gregori,” Fen said. “We need to get him home.”
5
L et’s sit on the verandah, just for a little while,” Zev suggested. They had just risen from their day’s slumber and he wanted time to be with her. “We can visit out here.” While there was no actual pain, he was surprised at how weak he still was.
The night was beautiful. Deep in the forest it was darker than outside of it, because the trees blocked a good part of the moon. He caught glimpses of the glow as well as a scattering of stars through the canopy and branches. Somewhere close by a wolf howled and another answered.
“Skyler and Dimitri have taken their wolves hunting,” Branislava said. “They’re hungry. I can tell by the sound of their calls. The alpha is on the trail of something big.”
“Few can hear the difference in the notes,” Zev said, a little shocked. “Yet you can tell what that call actually means?”
She nodded. “I can hear what they say by the pitch, the notes in their voices. I can identify each member of the wolf pack that inhabits this territory. I also have learned all four voices of Skyler and Dimitri’s wolves as well.”
“That’s incredible. I’m a wolf and I can do that, but didn’t think anyone else could.”
She shrugged and put her feet up on the railing. “I love music, Zev. I love all the various instruments and the sounds they make. I love to hear voices singing in perfect pitch.”
He smiled at her. “And you love to dance.”
“I do. Tatijana does as well. It felt like freedom to me, floating around the dance floor in your arms. I felt as if we were soaring above earth in the clouds.”
“I can see I’ll have to study dancing. I wouldn’t want to trip over my own feet.” He lifted his face to the breeze. Across from the house, mice scurried in the brush drawing the attention of an owl sitting silently above them in a particularly old and wide tree. It was dense with branches and needles that appeared silver whenever the moon shone through.
“That’s impossible and you know it,” she said, laughing softly. “I’ve seen you in a fight with your sword and knives and you’re like a beautiful dancer, flowing around your opponents in the most graceful, fluid way I’ve ever seen. Even Fen admires your abilities,” she added.
“I was very lucky to meet that man,” Zev said. “He was very adept at hiding that he was a mixed blood. He managed to live a good century or more among the Lycans.”
“Tatijana told me.”
Branislava lifted her hands to her hair, an idle move, but one that lifted her breasts beneath the material of her dress. Now that they were relaxing at home, she had donned a long gown, one from another era. The corset hugged her breasts and ribs and the material flared over her hips to fall to the ground. The top was white eyelet lace and a panel ran down the front of the dress surrounded by a rich crimson material.
She had been in the form of a fire dragon for centuries and he wasn’t in the least surprised to find she was attracted to the color red. She seemed extraordinarily feminine to him, preferring dresses to trousers.
He enjoyed sitting across from her, there in the night, just looking at her. “You could
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