of there, Sara,” he said gently. “Let me do the work. I have never dropped Shea, so you do not need to worry,” he teased.
Sara turned her head to look at the other woman. She lifted an eyebrow. “I don’t think that’s much of a reassurance. She’s much smaller than I am.”
Shea grinned at her, a quick, engaging smile that lit her entire face. “Oh, I think he’s up to the task, Sara.”
Jacques didn’t give her any more time to think about it. He lifted her out of the wreckage and carried her easily to a flat spot in the high grass, where his lifemate bent over her solicitously. The movement took Sara’s breath away, sent pain slicing through her body. Shea carefully brushed glass from Sara’s hair and clothing. “You have to expect to be a bit shaky. Tell your lifemate we are going to take you to Mikhail’s house. You will be safe there, and Raven and I can look after you while Jacques joins the men in the hunt for these lost children.”
I want the male to stay near you while I am away.
Sara heard the underlying irony in Falcon’s voice and she laughed softly. The thought of any male near Sara was disconcerting to him, but he needed to know she was safe.
Sara’s relief that Falcon was close and was searching for the children was enormous. She could breathe again, yet, inexplicably, she wanted to cry.
Shea knelt beside her, took her hand, and looked into her eyes. “It’s a natural reaction, Sara,” she said softly. “It’s all right now, everything is going to be all right.” Unashamedly she used her voice as a tool to soothe the other woman. “You are not alone; we really can help.”
“Falcon says the vampire is ancient and very powerful,” Sara said in warning. She was struggling to appear calm and to control the trembling of her body. It was humiliating to be so weak in front of strangers.
Jacques swung his head around alertly, his eyes black and glittering, his entire demeanor changed. All at once he looked menacing. “Is she able to travel, Shea?”
Shea was straightening slowly, a wary look on her beautiful face. A flutter of nerves in Sara’s stomach blossomed into full-scale fear. “He’s here, isn’t he? The ghoul?” She bit her lip and made a supreme effort to get to her feet. “If he’s close to us, then so are the children. He can’t have handed them off to the vampire.” To her horror, she only managed to get a knee under her before blackness began swirling alarmingly close.
“The ghoul is making his way quickly to his master,” Jacques corrected. “The vampire probably has summoned the ghoul to him. The undead is sending his warning, a challenge to any who dare to interfere with his plans.”
Shea slipped her arm around Sara to keep her from falling. “Do not try to move yet, Sara. You are not ready to stand.” The woman turned to her lifemate. “We can move her, Jacques. I think it best to hurry.”
They know something I don’t. Sara rubbed her pounding head, frustrated that she was unable to see or hear the things heralding danger. Something is wrong.
At once she could feel Falcon’s reassurance, his strong arms, warmth flooding her, though he was many miles away. The vampire is locked within his lair, but he is sending his minions across the land searching for you. The male wishes to take you to safety.
Do you really want me to go with him? I feel so helpless, Falcon. I don’t think I could fight my way out of a paper bag.
Yes, Sara, it is best. I will be with you every moment.
The sky was becoming dark, not because the sun was setting but because the winds had picked up, whirling faster and faster, gathering dust, dirt, and debris together, drawing it into a towering mass. Swarms of insects assembled, masses of them, the noise of their wings rivaling the wind. The children will be so afraid. Sara reached out for assurance.
Falcon wanted to gather her close, hold her to him, shelter her from the battles that would surely take place. He sent her warmth, love. I will find them, Sara. You must stay alert so I can guard you while we are apart.
For some reason, Falcon’s words humbled her. She wanted to be at his side. She needed to be at his side.
Jacques Dubrinsky leaned down to Sara. “I understand how you feel. I dislike to