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who’d suffered unbearable agony and set his mind in stone. There would be no manipulating him; she could see and feel that as his energy surrounded her.
    “Leave me.” His voice gave a hoarse command.
    She felt the mental push behind the brusque order and hastily shut out the compulsion. The telepathic coercion affected her wolves; she could see them back away, and she waved her hand to hold them. Only her long and very tight bond with the pack held them to her under the strength of that compulsion—and that told her a lot about this man. In spite of being so weak, half-starved and emaciated, he was incredibly strong—and dangerous.
    She wasn’t about to open her mouth. She shook her head mutely and went to lift him. The Dragonseeker pulled back and laid his hand on her arm with surprising gentleness. She felt the jolt of electricity and her body tingled, sudden awareness forcing the air from her lungs in a hissing rush.
    “You do not understand,” he said. “You are in terrible danger just being close to me. I have powerful enemies and they can reach you through me.”
    Again she felt the warning compulsion in his voice. He radiated purity—truth. He wanted her to leave him knowing it was a death sentence—not just a death sentence, but that he would die in absolute agony, one slow inch at a time. She cursed again. She had no choice but to speak and he would know the truth. Her species had one mate. One. They could look the world over, through centuries of living and unless they connected to that one person, the one who shared the other half of their soul, they were not true lifemates.
    If she spoke, he would know. He would see in color, he would feel emotion—not just remember it. He would know—and maybe he already did—that she was his other half. She knew she had no choice. He would fight her, try to force her to leave him and he had to know she couldn’t, that it was virtually impossible to do such a thing no matter how much she might want to. Ivory gave a slow shake of her head.
    The Dragonseeker put his hand up and she knew he was about to speak. She spoke first. “I cannot and I think you know why. If you do not want my pack—and me—to suffer the sun burning us, you must cooperate.”
    She saw the shock register on his face. His body actually flinched as if from a body blow and he squeezed his eyes shut tight for what seemed an interminable amount of time as if his returning colors and emotions were too overwhelming, too dazzling for him to process. In truth, he didn’t seem to welcome the news any more than she had, but she was fully aware that he felt that same pull toward her as she did toward him. When he opened his eyes, the color was swirling, dark, almost black, and then mixing into a deep emerald green before going back to a midnight blue. He blinked and the effect was gone. He took a breath. Let it out.
    “My mortal enemy is Xavier, the high mage. He can possess my body at will and often does, slipping in and out of me and committing hideous, vile crimes against all peoples: mage, human and Carpathian alike. You cannot stay near me. He is weak at the moment, which is why he has not overtaken my body and forced it back. This is my only chance to escape him.”
    Ivory sank back on her heels and stared into the dark, ravaged eyes. He was telling the truth. Xavier. He had set in motion things that could never be undone. He had commanded the vampires to chop her body into pieces. He was an incomparable monster like the world had never known, and he couldn’t be allowed to regain power.
    “Your enemy is my greatest enemy,” she said. She had so many.
    “Leave me. Hide yourself. If I die here, he cannot use me to harm any other.”
    Little sister! Come away from this place. Take us home . This time Raja bared his teeth, his voice demanding.
    Sister-kin . The rest of the pack took up the desperate cry.
    Ivory felt the burning itch begin along her bare neck and arms. In spite of the thick