Now, Dayan.
There was relief in Darius’s voice.
Send her to sleep and we can complete the healing.
It took a few moments for Dayan to realize what Darius meant. The healers had managed to utilize his blood and the precious blood of the Prince’s lineage to convert Corinne’s failing human heart into a strong Carpathian heart. The danger was over. He could barely comprehend that it could be so. He felt as if he had fought ten thousand battles, as if he had been fighting for all time.
He issued the command to sleep, strong, compelling, instant. Corinne had no choice but to obey, and in her weakened state, it was easy for him to send her into the Carpathian method of sleeping. Dayan breathed a sigh of relief. At last she was beyond pain. He looked up, his broad shoulders sagging. He was completely drained of energy. He had given Corinne a large amount of blood, he had not fed, nor had he slept in the rejuvenating soil. His every ounce of energy had been utilized to keep Corinne’s heart and lungs going, to bind her to him. The emotions he had withstood would have been enough to drain his great strength. He was dangerously weak and pale.
He looked around the chamber to the others who had offered so much for him, for Corinne. Shea was working on the baby. He found himself smiling, a slow grin that replaced his fatigue with warmth. His child. Corinne might think of their daughter as John’s, and he understood, but in truth, she carried Dayan’s blood in her body. While Darius and Gregori continued to work at healing Corinne, he studied the baby.
“Will she live?” he asked Shea quietly.
The red-haired woman glanced at him. “She’s very strong and she wants life. Corinne, Gregori, Darius and you did a good job of instilling a strong will in her. She will have loving, nurturing parents. I think it will be best if she stays here for a few weeks to give her body time to adjust to the outside world, but she is doing quite well.”
“Few babies survive the first year.” Pain sliced through him at the thought of losing the infant. He felt fiercely protective of her.
“That is so,” Shea admitted, “but I have done a tremendous amount of research and I think I can keep her alive. Diet is important. A Carpathian infant’s body is different from an adult’s. We can no longer nurse them the way humans can, and they need a mixture of nutrients. Our blood is too rich for them. That is why it was important the baby didn’t convert before she was born. She is just too small to live through it.”
“It does not make sense that a mother cannot feed her own baby. Has this always been so? Nature provides for the young.”
Shea nodded. “Hundreds of years ago, according to Gabriel and Lucian, our people didn’t have this problem. Something has happened in the intervening years to cause this dilemma. The change took place sometime around the late thirteen hundreds or early fourteen hundreds. I’m almost certain of it. I’m very close to finding out.” She spoke confidently. “In the meantime, this baby has special needs. She is not fully human, nor is she fully Carpathian. Rather than try to bring her over, I believe we should allow her to grow as she is, at least until she is older. I was not fully Carpathian and I managed to survive. Gregori and I have worked on a diet we think will aid this little one in growing strong. And should there be any problems, we can monitor from a distance and immediately aid you. She has a good chance, Dayan.”
“Thank you for what you have done for us.”
Shea smiled at him. “I am glad I could get here in time. The journey was long, and we could travel only at night, covering many miles quickly. I feel your worry for Corinne. Darius and Gregori will heal her body completely. When she rises, it will be with a strong heart and a perfectly healed body. She won’t have any aftereffects of childbirth. They will see to it that she feels no discomfort. Allow her to rest for several risings beneath the healing soil. The baby will be fine with us. She knows us, and although she wants the comfort of her mother, we will do for her.”
“Who will care for her during the hours of daylight? She cannot go to ground as we must, and she is too weak to be unattended, commanded to sleep during our hours of sleep. We must bring Lisa here.” Suddenly Dayan was thinking like a father, not a Carpathian.
Shea smiled her reassurance. “We have dragged poor Gary Jansen with us. He has been a tremendous help in my research and is fully under the protection of all Carpathians. He will tend the baby while we are deep within the soil.”
Dayan looked skeptical.
Shea laughed at him. “Gary is perfectly capable of taking care of this baby. Trust me. I work with him all the time. And he was entrusted with the care of Falcon and Sara’s adopted children during daylight hours.”
Dayan nodded reluctantly and indicated the small enclosure. “What is that?”
“It is much like a human incubator. She is still too small to live entirely on her own, but with your blood and care, she will grow very fast.” Shea cleared her throat carefully, her eyes suddenly shifting back to the baby. “When Corinne rises, she will want to see the infant, Dayan. It is natural for a mother to feel this way.”
Dayan suddenly smiled, the flash of his white teeth dispelling the worn look from his sensual features. “Are you trying to tell me in your delicate way that my lifemate will not rise with the same appetite as I will have?”
Shea laughed softly. “I think she will have the same hunger, Dayan, but her instincts will demand she see her daughter.”
“Corinne wanted to name her Jennifer after John and Lisa’s mother. I read in her mind that she was afraid to give her daughter a name, afraid it would somehow jinx the baby.” Dayan leaned over to look into the transparent enclosure. He stared at the child, a horrified expression on his face. “She would fit into my hand.”
Shea laughed at him. “She weighs about four pounds. Don’t worry, she will gain weight fast enough.”
“Dayan — “ Julian clapped him on the shoulder. “Congratulations are in order. You have a lifemate and you are a father. It is cause for great celebration. However, we must postpone any festivities until after you have fed and have gone to ground. This has been a long ordeal, and you need to rejuvenate properly. Your lifemate will heal beneath the welcoming soil. Darius and I will guard your resting place and your child with our lives.” Even as he spoke, he was casually bringing his wrist to his mouth. Without so much as a wince, he tore a wound in his skin and pressed his hand to Dayan’s mouth. “Take what I offer freely so you might grow strong to protect your lifemate and child.”
Dayan gratefully accepted the ancient blood. It soaked into his cells and tissues, bringing a rush of power to his depleted body. Julian had offered freely, knowing Dayan wouldn’t leave Corinne. He had gone through far too many traumas with Corinne to entrust her to any other. Dayan would guard Corinne himself, and Darius would guard the entire family as he had done for centuries. Julian, Desari’s lifemate, had taken his position guarding Darius’s back.
Barack and Syndil sent their joy winging to Dayan through the night air, a shower of sparkling gems like fireworks in the sky above the vent in the chamber’s chimney. Dayan was grateful to his family for sharing in his happiness.
The band’s beloved Desari leaned close to brush a kiss on his cheek, happiness radiating from her. Her lifemate, Julian, grinned with his familiar teasing look. They watched the other Carpathians leave the chamber, their mission of mercy accomplished. They were now free to return to their homes.
Besides Dayan’s family members, only Gregori and Shea remained behind with their lifemates. The healers would be exhausted when they finished their work, desperately in need of blood. Their lifemates would supply them blood before they would hunt on their own this night.
Gregori emerged first, his body pale, exhaustion obvious on his face. Then Darius, stumbling so that Tempest and Julian both reached for him at the same time. His skin was almost gray. He circled his lifemate’s waist lovingly. “It is done, Dayan. She will live, whole and strong.”
Gregori nodded. “Allow her to rest beneath the earth for
two or three risings. Shea and Darius and I will make sure the baby lives. Corinne’s body desperately needs time to heal fully. It was the most difficult work I have ever done. I advise caution before rising; check her before you awaken her. If in doubt, call to me or Darius. We will examine her for you and give you advice.”
Behind Dayan, Julian laughed softly. “So, Gregori, perhaps you will accept my dark embrace to replenish you, after all. Savannah is rather pint-sized.”
Savannah tossed her wealth of raven hair and thumped Julian on the chest as she pushed past his much larger frame to take Gregori’s hand. “I don’t know why the lot of you insist I’m short. I happen to think of myself as being
very
tall.”
Dayan found himself smiling at the tender expression on Gregori’s face as the healer looked down at his rather petite lifemate. He tried to recall all he had heard of the healer. Gregori. The dark one. He had a reputation as a renowned vampire hunter, an individual others walked carefully around. But Dayan doubted that Savannah was in the least intimidated by her chosen one; she seemed to be a woman very much in love and secure within her relationship.
Dayan knew Julian fairly well. As Desari’s lifemate, Julian traveled with the band. He was definitely a law unto himself, confident and certain of his own abilities after traveling the earth alone for centuries. He could needle both Darius and Gregori easily with his taunting sense of humor, almost as if he were secretly laughing at the two men over their downfall with their women. Dayan liked Julian’s sardonic, independent nature, although it had been difficult at first to allow him entrance into their family.
Gregori smiled down at Savannah, his features full of love, then he turned ice-cold silvery eyes on Julian. “I should accept your offer, Julian, and drain you dry. It would put you in the earth for a few days and out of your lifemate’s hair.”
Julian laughed softly, nuzzling Desari’s thick mass of long, silky hair. “She loves me in her hair, right, Desari?”
Dayan could feel the relief in the room, the release of tension into humor. Gregori was nearly gray with fatigue, but no one mentioned it. Savannah glanced up at the healer, and they both simply dissolved into mist and streamed from the chamber before Dayan had a chance to thank them. He knew he owed a huge debt to Gregori.
“We will leave you now,” Desari said in her soft, musical voice, “that you may sleep undisturbed. I cannot wait to greet Corinne as a sister. I will check on Cullen this night as well. Do not worry, we are all bound by Darius’s word. He has taken Cullen into the family, and with Corinne comes Lisa. They are human, but they are well loved. I will see to it that Lisa has all the news and knows that Corinne is out of danger. I will tell her you will bring Corinne and the baby to her the moment Corinne can safely travel. Syndil says Lisa will be much relieved when she hears news of Corinne.”
Dayan shoved a hand through his black hair, leaving it more disheveled than ever. “Thank you, Desari. Corinne has been anxious about Lisa. And I know Cullen has very strong feelings for her.”
“So Syndil tells me. Do not worry any longer, Dayan. It took some time for everyone to accept Julian into the family. Corinne and Lisa will also work out their places with time. I know you are concerned that Corinne may not want to travel with us because she has a baby, but she loves you. She knows that in your heart and soul you are a musician. As she is home to you, so are you to her.” Desari leaned over and hugged Dayan. “I love you very much, and I am so happy for you.”
Dayan kissed her and watched as Julian and Desari left the chamber, walking side by side. Julian had his arm around Desari’s slender shoulders and was whispering softly, suggestively in her ear. Dayan heard her musical voice laugh softly, happily. The sound filled him with so many memories, flooded him with warmth.
Corinne was alive and out of danger. The baby was alive and safe within the enclosure. Darius opened the earth and gestured for Dayan to gather Corinne’s body into his arms. Dayan hesitated. “You are certain this Jansen will watch over my daughter?”
Shea laughed softly. “You are already becoming a worried father. Gary is very reliable. I will be here with Jacques, of course. Darius and Tempest will sleep above you and Corinne. Gregori and Savannah are in the next chamber. Our people are everywhere within this network of tunnels. No harm will come to the baby while you rest.”
Dayan took a last look at the baby, touched the top of the transparent enclosure with his fingertips, right over the tiny infant’s head. Then he floated down into the rich, welcoming soil with Corinne, holding her close, his body protective as he allowed his heart to slow and eventually cease beating.
Darius closed the earth over their heads and turned then, into the arms of his beloved lifemate, Tempest, needing to replenish his strength.
Chapter 17
Dayan woke deep beneath the surface of the earth with his heart pounding and his body on fire. Corinne.
He turned his head to look at her, afraid, exhilarated, so hungry for her he thought he might go up in flames. She lay beside him where he had placed her, unmoving, completely still; she lay as if dead. She looked unbelievably small, fragile beside him. Her body was a woman’s, soft and curvy, and he knew she had the heart of a lion, yet she looked like a child in her sleep.
It had been three risings since he had gone to earth with her. He had awakened each night to check that the baby lived and was doing well in her little cocoon. He knew Corinne would expect it, but he did it because he found he was filled with worry for the infant. Each time breath came into his body, fear for the baby, his daughter, would cycle through him.
Daughter.
He tasted the word. He was a father.
Dayan scanned automatically, searching the immediate area first for danger, then to assure himself that no others of his kind lingered near their resting place.
Darius and Tempest had risen and were some distance away. Shea was already awake and bending over the child, feeding her with some formula she had concocted.
The baby is well?
He made the inquiry before he had even parted the soil of his resting place, anxious for news, anxious to gently touch the baby’s mind with his own.
She grows stronger with each rising, Dayan.
Shea’s reply was gentle and patient.
Dayan concentrated on the other two healers, focusing his attention completely.
‘I wish to bring Corinne to the surface.
There was a brief pause, as if the healers were conferring. It was Gregori who answered him.
‘I will come at once.
Dayan waited impatiently as Gregori hurried to the chamber. Dayan waved his hand to open the soil above their heads. He waited anxiously while Gregori took his time, centering himself, focusing, moving outside his own body and into Corinne’s to examine the repairs. He paid attention to the smallest detail, making sure Corinne was completely healed before she was awakened. Dayan watched Gregori come back to himself, raising an elegant eyebrow at Dayan’s obvious anxiety.
“She is healed, Dayan, and completely ready to take up her life with you. I will examine the baby and get out of your hair,” Gregori drawled, knowing full well what was on Dayan’s mind.
As Dayan floated out of the earth with Corinne cradled in his arms, he cleaned both her and himself, examining Corinne’s lush body for marks or signs of her ordeal. Not a single mark marred her skin, not even the long, wicked cut where she had been opened to take the child from her body. He clothed both her and himself, knowing Corinne’s natural modesty.
Issuing the command to wake, he brought her safely to ground, bending his dark head to find her mouth, to capture her first breath. Corinne. His lifemate.
‘I want you, love, more than my body can stand.
Merged so deeply with him that she felt the urgent demands of his body, she couldn’t help catching fire, her body perfectly attuned to his. She was aware that his body was full and hard, his mind dancing with erotic thoughts and images. He allowed the
nightly reassurances from Shea to replay in his head, so she immediately knew the baby was thriving.
Dayan carried her swiftly across the chamber to the small area where Shea had enclosed the baby protectively. Corinne cried out at the sight of her daughter. She circled Dayan’s neck with her slender arms and burst into tears. She couldn’t believe she was alive. Her body was strong and supple, her heart beating in perfect rhythm with Dayan’s. Every cell felt alive, on fire. She wanted Dayan as much or more than he wanted her.
That is not possible.
His voice was sinfully wicked.
She laughed in the midst of her tears, so unbelievably happy she couldn’t take it all in. “I have to hold her. I have to have her in my arms.” She looked up at Dayan with her heart shining in her large eyes. “Have you held her?”
He shook his head. “Only Shea and Gary have held her. Gregori and Darius have examined her daily, and all of us have been reassuring her, but it is you she wants.”
Shea smiled at her. “She is very strong, Corinne. She definitely wants her mother. It is not good to have her out of her protected environment for any length of time. Together, Dayan and I can provide a shield for her while she spends time with you. But only for a few minutes. It is better to be safe.”
“What is wrong with her?” Corinne asked anxiously.
“I want her immune system to be stronger. She has had a hard go of it and needs a little more time. Do you have a name picked out for her? Dayan thought you might want to call her Jennifer after John and Lisa’s mother.”
Corinne nodded, unable to take her eyes off her daughter. “She’s so beautiful. Little Jennifer, at last we meet.”
Shea lifted the baby carefully from the enclosure, placed the tiny body into Corinne’s waiting arms. Merged as he was with Corinne, Dayan shared the instant bonding between mother and child, the unbreakable tie, the exchange of love and tribute. It flooded all three of them. The acceptance. The love. Dayan felt tears burning in his eyes. This was his family for all time. Eternity.
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