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the prince. Another time he tried to kill Shea, the sister-in-law of the prince and her unborn child. I would fear the ground more than any other method of travel."

"I can sense the passage of the worms."

"He sends spies in very small forms now. Scorpions and insects have become his allies. He uses others from another realm, such as the shadow warriors he has drawn against their wills from the ranks of the dead, but other much more demonic creatures as well."

"He has never used insects to spy."

"He has always used them, he just mutates them. You are looking for his mutations."

Ivory let her breath out while she processed the information. "That explains a few things. You do know a lot about him."

"I have been with him since my fourteenth year. I have been present for most of his experiments, if not all."

Her eyes widened and her heart jumped. "He allowed you to watch him as he cast and wrote his spells?"

He nodded. "My sister was always good with spells. I have never been good. Once he recognized that, he did not fear my presence."

"But you have a good memory."

"I remember everything down to the smallest detail. That is why I am gifted when it comes to planning battles." He wasn't bragging, he was merely stating a fact.

Excitement coursed through her. "I really want to get this straight. You were present when he conducted his experiments and cast his spells? For his mutations? To bring the shadow warriors under his command? All of it?"

"He likes to brag. He needs admiration. He needs someone to know he is smarter than the rest of the world. He has few students. I can identify the mages helping him. Most fear him too much to be anywhere near him, and they should. He has no loyalty toward anyone. If he needs blood or a body for an experiment and he cannot get anyone else, he will lure an assistant to his death. I was extremely handy to have around. I had Carpathian blood he could drain from me, and he could brag."

A small humorless smile curved his mouth. "For years I was able to disguise my blood and my abilities, until he took me over so completely. I paid for the indiscretion of besting him, as well as for trying to warn my daughter and sister. But it was worth it to know he was not entirely invincible."

"I cannot imagine your life, or how you stayed sane."

Razvan's smile softened into the real thing. "No more than you, hacked to pieces and left for the wolves. Only you would have found a way to persuade the wolves to aid you. Your voice is an amazing asset, but it is your will that intrigues me."

"Some would say I am too pushy and obstinate."

"Some do not know you."

Again her stomach did that fluttery thing she was coming to associate as a very feminine response to him. It didn't upset her quite so much now that he admitted he was more affected by her than she had known.

She turned her attention to the ground, this time paying attention to the smallest insect. There was life beneath the snow, hiding in the richness of the soil and beneath the boulders and roots. She didn't detect even a small hint of evil, but she remained silent, allowing Razvan to examine the ground. He had lived his life with Xavier, and knew every secret experiment, knew his habits. Her excitement at the prospect of working with him, of tapping into such a source of knowledge was growing.

She believed in her own abilities. She had studied Xavier's ways and she believed she could unravel his spells and build counterspells to reverse his evil experiments if she knew the exact spell. If Razvan had really been present and could remember the exact wording, they would have a real advantage.

"I think we are safe," Razvan said, "although that fox is hungry and may decide you look a fine, tasty treat."

"Are you saying I look like a chicken?"

"Well, your feathers seem to be a little ruffled."

She found herself laughing when she never laughed. Razvan was just plain fun. Maybe having someone to share life with made things fun. Whatever it was, she hoped she could hold on to it, even though the prospect was a little frightening, just because she'd never really had much to lose before.

She moved ahead of him, striding across the snow. Razvan followed a step or so behind, gliding to her