chase across Shea’s delicate features, knowing exactly what was transpiring between Shea and her lifemate. It made Sara feel as if she really were a part of something, part of a family again. And Raven was right, the moment she reached for Falcon, he was there, in her mind, enfolding her in love and warmth, in reassurance. She wrapped her arms around herself to hold him close to her, felt him in her mind, heard him, the soft whispers, the promises, his supreme confidence in his abilities. It was all there in an instant.
“Sara.” Raven brought Sara’s attention back to the women, determined to keep it centered on them rather than on the coming battle. “Whose children are these that the vampire went to so much trouble to acquire?”
Sara suddenly smiled, her face lighting up. “I guess they are mine now. I found them living in the sewers. They had banded together because of their difference from most. All of them have psychic abilities. Three little girls and four boys. Not all of their talents are the same, but they still knew, as young as they are, that they needed one another. I had great empathy with them because I grew up feeling different, too. I wanted to give them a home where they could feel normal.”
“Three little girls?” Shea and Raven exchanged a long, gleeful grin. Shea shook her head in astonishment. “You are truly a treasure. You’ve brought us an ancient warrior. We may learn much from him. You have seven little ones with psychic talent, and you are a lifemate. Tell me how it is that you accept our world so readily.”
Sara shrugged. “Because of the vampire. I saw him killing in the tunnels of a dig my parents were on. Two days later he killed my whole family.” She lifted her chin a little as if in preparation for condemnation, but both women only looked sad, their gazes compassionate. “He chased me for years. I always kept moving to stay ahead of him. Vampires have been part of my life for a long time. I just didn’t understand the difference between vampires and Carpathians.”
“And Falcon?” Raven prompted.
Sara heard a sudden hush outside the house, as if the wind were holding its breath. The night creatures stilled. She shivered, her body trembling. The sun had set. The vampire had risen and was hurtling through space to reach the estate before Falcon and Mikhail had a chance to return.
Sara was positive that both women were aware of the vampire’s rising, but they remained calm, although they linked hands. She took a deep breath, wanting to follow their examples of tranquillity. “Falcon has been my salvation for fifteen years. I just didn’t know he was real. I found something that belonged to him.” This is my gift to you. Sara, lifemate to Falcon. She held his words tightly to her. “I saw him clearly, his face, his hair, his every expression. I felt as if I could see into his heart. I knew I belonged with him, yet he was from long ago and I was born too late.”
Falcon, winging his way strongly through the falling night felt her sorrow. He reached out to her, flooding her mind with the sheer intensity of his love for her. You were not born too late, my love. Accept what is and what has been given to us. A great gift, a priceless treasure. I am with you now and for all time.
I love you with all my heart, with every breath.
Then believe that I will not allow this monster to tear us apart. I have endured centuries of loneliness, a barren existence without your presence. He will not take you from me. I am of ancient lineage and much skilled. Our enemy is indeed powerful, but he will be defeated.
Sara’s heart began to ease its frantic racing, slowing to match the steady beat of Falcon’s heart. Deliberately he breathed for her, for them, a shadow in her head as much for his own peace of mind as for hers. He was well aware of the vampire moving swiftly toward the house to find Sara. The foul stench was riding on the night wind. The creatures of the evening whispered to him, scurried for cover to avoid the danger. Falcon had no way of communicating with Mikhail and Jacques without the vampire hearing. He could use the standard path of telepathy used by their people, but the vampire would certainly hear. Mikhail