had penetrated the safeguards and had found her, had watched her through the eyes of its servant. Now the children she wanted to adopt were being taken to a perfect stranger. Who is this man? How do you know of him, Falcon? Maybe you should go there yourself. They must be so afraid.
Mikhail trusts this man. His name is Gary Jansen, a friend to our people. He will look after the children until we have destroyed the vampire. We cannot afford to draw the undead to them a second time. Mikhail will not leave them frightened. He is capable of helping them to accept this human and their new situation.
Sara lifted her chin, trying to ignore the terrible pounding in her head. “Do you know someone called Gary? Mikhail is taking the children to him.” She knew she sounded anxious but she couldn’t help it.
Shea laughed softly. “Gary is a genius, a man very much involved with his work. He flew out here from the States to help me with an important project I’m working on.” As she spoke she silently signaled her lifemate to lift Sara and transport her to one of the underground chambers below the house. “I wish I’d been there to see the expression on his face when Mikhail showed up at the inn with several frightened children. Gary is a good man and very dedicated to helping us discover why our children are not surviving, why there are so few female children born, but I can’t imagine him attempting to take care of little ones all by himself.”
“You are enjoying the thought way too much.” Jacques’s laughter was low, a pleasant sound in contrast with the loud, frightening noises outside the home. “I cannot wait to tell the human you are pleased with his new role.”
“But he will take care of them.” Sara sought reassurance even as Jacques lifted her high into his arms.
Raven nodded emphatically. “Oh, yes, there’s no need to worry. Gary would never abandon the children, and all Carpathians are bound to protect him should he have need. Your children will be very safe, Sara.” As they moved through the house, she indicated a framed picture on the wall. “That is my daughter, Savannah. Gary saved her life.”
Sara peered at the picture as they went by. The young woman was beautiful, but she looked the same age as Raven. And she looked vaguely familiar. “She’s your daughter? She looks your age.”
“Savannah has a lifemate.” Raven touched the frame in a loving gesture. “When they are small, our children look very young, but their bodies grow at about the same rate as a human child for the first few years. It is only when our people reach sexual maturity that our growth rate slows. That is one reason we have trouble reproducing. It is rare for our women to be able to ovulate for a good hundred years after having a baby. It has happened, but it is rare. Shea believes it is a form of population control, just as most other species have built-in controls. Because Carpathians live so long, nature, or God, if you prefer, built in a safeguard. Savannah will be returning home quite soon. They would have returned immediately upon their union, but Gregori, her lifemate, has received word of his lost family and wishes to meet with them first.” Raven’s voice held an edge of excitement. “Gregori is needed here. He is Mikhail’s second in command, a very powerful man. And, of course, I’ve missed Savannah.”
Sara was suddenly aware that they were going swiftly through a passageway. Raven’s chatter had distracted her from her headache and from the danger, but mostly from the fact that they were moving steadily downward, beneath the earth. She felt the leap of her heart and instantly reached out for Falcon. Mind to mind. Heart to heart. We can only have a child once every hundred years. She said the first thing she thought of, then was embarrassed that she had whispered a secret dream, now a regret. She longed for a house filled with children. With love and laughter. With all the things she had lost. All the things she had long ago accepted she would never have.
We have seven children, Sara, seven abandoned, half-starved, very frightened children. They will need us to sort out their problems, love them, and aid them with their unexpected gifts. The three girls may or may not be lifemates for Carpathians in sore need, but all