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Darius. The poison spreads quickly and grows in strength. Heal yourself before it is too late. I will be
unable to aid you. Do this for Desari, as I cannot watch over her as I should."
"Rest, Julian," Darius commanded, used to being obeyed. Few dared to question his authority.
Darius sent himself seeking within his own body, searching out every particle of venom advancing
through his bloodstream. He studied the nature of the poison, its cells and behavior. Satisfied he knew
how it worked, he began to destroy it, driving it from his body in the same unhurried manner in which he
did everything. Julian was right. The poison was strong and fast-acting, destroying cells and multiplying
swiftly. It was a tribute to Julian's incredible strength that he was still alive, that knowing what the venom
could do, he had placed his lifemate and his duties before his own welfare. The healing chant, sung in
Desari's beautiful voice, was lending strength to Darius, yet he found himself slightly dizzy when he
emerged back into his own being.
"You are gray, Darius. Take what is freely offered that you and Julian can once again regain your
strength." Desari quietly held out her wrist to her brother.
Darius took her hand and turned it over. His sister appeared fragile and delicate, yet her ancient blood
ran strong and powerful. He bent his head and drank. At once he felt his strength returning. If it had been
difficult and draining to remove the lethal venom from his own body after such a short exposure, it would
be a monumental job to save Julian.
Desari touched her brother lightly, needing reassurance. Julian looked terrible, the lines in his face cut
deep with his suffering. He was ashen and weak. His heart and lungs were slowed to impede the advance
of the poison, but it was taking him over, she could clearly see. When she touched his mind to merge with
him, his mind block kept her out. Julian was taking no chances that she would feel the gut-wrenching
agony he was enduring silently.
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"We will need all of our family to help," Darius said as he closed the wound on her wrist. "Take care
none of you falter, no matter what I look like. You can always supply me with what I need when I am
finished here."
Hear me, Julian. I will be with you. Wherever you choose to go, I will follow you. You are not
alone. We will always be together. Desari whispered it solemnly in Julian's mind, making him hear her
promise, understand her determination. She would not lose her lifemate, even if it meant following
wherever he led. This life or the next, she would go with him.
Darius took a deep breath to inhale the aromatic herbs, to carry them with him as he gathered himself
into light and energy and entered Julian's body. At once he could see the bloodstream was a mess. The
poison acted like a virus, mutating quickly, reproducing, attacking the body's defenses. It was running
wild, working at killing the Carpathian as fast as it was able to meet the demands of its master. The
vampire must have long studied and experimented. This was a challenge Darius had never come up
against.
Still, he was confident in himself and his abilities. He always found a way. He never gave up. He would
triumph; he allowed no other thought, no other outcome into the realm of possibility.
He moved into the chamber of the heart and surveyed the damage. Julian had known what was
happening to his insides, and the pain had to be excruciating. He had slowed his heart and lungs to slow
the spread of the poison. As Darius worked to repair the damage, he studied the mutated strains. It was
not so difficult to stop the original decay; he already knew the structure from studying it within his own
body. The mutations were more aggressive and complicated. It was important to know which was
moving faster and doing the most damage before he began to go after them.
By the time he had the walls of the heart repaired and the original strain destroyed, he had a good idea
of how the virus broke up the cell, reshaped it, and multiplied. He moved into an artery to begin his real
work. The poison was surging toward him, a solid army of cells on the offensive, rushing to overtake the
threat to it. Darius became a general, manufacturing his own army of antibodies. He sent wave after wave
toward the advancing poison. His creations began to pick up speed, moving quickly to destroy the
vampire's last deathtrap. It took tremendous strength for Darius to hold his bodiless state, to be only light
and energy, to keep up with the ever changing virus as it tried to mutate to escape the onslaught of
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Darius. The poison spreads quickly and grows in strength. Heal yourself before it is too late. I will be
unable to aid you. Do this for Desari, as I cannot watch over her as I should."
"Rest, Julian," Darius commanded, used to being obeyed. Few dared to question his authority.
Darius sent himself seeking within his own body, searching out every particle of venom advancing
through his bloodstream. He studied the nature of the poison, its cells and behavior. Satisfied he knew
how it worked, he began to destroy it, driving it from his body in the same unhurried manner in which he
did everything. Julian was right. The poison was strong and fast-acting, destroying cells and multiplying
swiftly. It was a tribute to Julian's incredible strength that he was still alive, that knowing what the venom
could do, he had placed his lifemate and his duties before his own welfare. The healing chant, sung in
Desari's beautiful voice, was lending strength to Darius, yet he found himself slightly dizzy when he
emerged back into his own being.
"You are gray, Darius. Take what is freely offered that you and Julian can once again regain your
strength." Desari quietly held out her wrist to her brother.
Darius took her hand and turned it over. His sister appeared fragile and delicate, yet her ancient blood
ran strong and powerful. He bent his head and drank. At once he felt his strength returning. If it had been
difficult and draining to remove the lethal venom from his own body after such a short exposure, it would
be a monumental job to save Julian.
Desari touched her brother lightly, needing reassurance. Julian looked terrible, the lines in his face cut
deep with his suffering. He was ashen and weak. His heart and lungs were slowed to impede the advance
of the poison, but it was taking him over, she could clearly see. When she touched his mind to merge with
him, his mind block kept her out. Julian was taking no chances that she would feel the gut-wrenching
agony he was enduring silently.
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"We will need all of our family to help," Darius said as he closed the wound on her wrist. "Take care
none of you falter, no matter what I look like. You can always supply me with what I need when I am
finished here."
Hear me, Julian. I will be with you. Wherever you choose to go, I will follow you. You are not
alone. We will always be together. Desari whispered it solemnly in Julian's mind, making him hear her
promise, understand her determination. She would not lose her lifemate, even if it meant following
wherever he led. This life or the next, she would go with him.
Darius took a deep breath to inhale the aromatic herbs, to carry them with him as he gathered himself
into light and energy and entered Julian's body. At once he could see the bloodstream was a mess. The
poison acted like a virus, mutating quickly, reproducing, attacking the body's defenses. It was running
wild, working at killing the Carpathian as fast as it was able to meet the demands of its master. The
vampire must have long studied and experimented. This was a challenge Darius had never come up
against.
Still, he was confident in himself and his abilities. He always found a way. He never gave up. He would
triumph; he allowed no other thought, no other outcome into the realm of possibility.
He moved into the chamber of the heart and surveyed the damage. Julian had known what was
happening to his insides, and the pain had to be excruciating. He had slowed his heart and lungs to slow
the spread of the poison. As Darius worked to repair the damage, he studied the mutated strains. It was
not so difficult to stop the original decay; he already knew the structure from studying it within his own
body. The mutations were more aggressive and complicated. It was important to know which was
moving faster and doing the most damage before he began to go after them.
By the time he had the walls of the heart repaired and the original strain destroyed, he had a good idea
of how the virus broke up the cell, reshaped it, and multiplied. He moved into an artery to begin his real
work. The poison was surging toward him, a solid army of cells on the offensive, rushing to overtake the
threat to it. Darius became a general, manufacturing his own army of antibodies. He sent wave after wave
toward the advancing poison. His creations began to pick up speed, moving quickly to destroy the
vampire's last deathtrap. It took tremendous strength for Darius to hold his bodiless state, to be only light
and energy, to keep up with the ever changing virus as it tried to mutate to escape the onslaught of
warriors he had created to combat it. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]