Feehan, Christine Dark 09 Dark Guardian

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was with you as you examined the sites he chose to spy on this house. Did you think I really left you
alone and unprotected? Did you really believe I would not know the moment you chose to leave this
house? I will recognize his presence the moment he comes close to our property again. Tyler Drake
cannot harm me in any way."
"If you knew I was out of the house and looking for Drake, didn't it worry you that I might run into him?"
she challenged. A man like Lucian would have secured her protection, had he really known.
A faint smile took the edge of cruelty from his mouth. "I would have destroyed him from a distance. I am
in your mind, honey. I can 'see' through your eyes. Anything I can see, I can destroy. If I connect with a
person, and he hears my voice, I can destroy him. As I've said, I have certain abilities."
She lay in his arms quietly, trying to take in what he was telling her. "Lucian, how can any of this be?
How can someone like you exist all this time and not one single person know about you?"
"There are some who have found us out. We originated in the Carpathian Mountains, and we refer to
ourselves as Carpathian. There are humans who hunt us, who seek to murder us, There are scientists
who would take us apart in a laboratory. They fear we are vampire, and, although we are few, they fear
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our powers."
"You scare me to death."
"No, I do not. The differences are difficult for your mind to accept. Do not confuse that with fear of me.
You know I would never harm you. I am incapable of harming you. You are my heart and soul. The air I
breathe. You bring light to the terrible darkness in my soul." He captured her hand and brought it to the
warmth of his mouth. "There are moments when I feel you can collect all the missing pieces of my soul
and put them back into place and make me whole once again."
"Is that how you really see me, Lucian?" Jaxon's large eyes looked into the dark, empty depths of his.
"It is who you are, Jaxon," he said softly. "I need you. The rest of the world does not need you the way I
do. To live. To breathe. You are my laughter and, I suspect, my tears. You are my very life."
"You can't feel that way about me when you've just met me. You don't know me at all."
"I have been in your mind many times, Jaxon. How could I not know you? You have already captured
my heart. I am the one who must find a way to make you love me in spite of all my sins."
"Do you have so very many?" she asked softly. He was turning her inside out with what he was
admitting. He seemed so self-sufficient, how could he ever need anyone, least of all someone with all her
problems?
"My soul is stained so black, my love, there is no real way to ever redeem it. I am a dark angel of death.
I have carried out my duties for centuries and know no other way of life."
"There's that word again.Centuries ." A faint smile chased the shadows from her face. "If you're such a
dark, terrible person, why don't I sense evil when I'm around you? I know I don't have your" she
floundered for a moment, unable to think of the right word "gifts, but I have a built-in radar system for
anything evil. I feel the presence of it immediately. You can't possibly have a black soul, Lucian."
He moved then, a mere casual ripple of muscles, but he was standing without any effort, Jaxon in his
arms. "You must eat, little one. You are wasting away right in front of me."
"You pick me up so much, I thought you'd appreciate the fact that I'm not carrying extra pounds."
Lucian plopped her down on the counter. "You are not going to try to tell me you do not eat because
you worry I will not be able to pick you up."
She crossed her legs and arched one eyebrow. "I was more worried you'd strain your back." She tried
not to watch the way the muscles rippled suggestively beneath the thin white silk of his shirt.
He laughed softly at her outrageous suggestion as he began to put together a base for a soup. "You will
not disobey me again, Jaxon, not when it comes to matters of safety."
"'Disobey'? Interesting word. I don't think I really fully understand the meaning of the word, being a
grown woman and all."
"Grown woman. Is that what you call it? You think you are as grown as you are going to get? A
frightening thought."
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