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feeding her guilt. He was confusing her mind so that she didn't know what was real and what he had
wrought with his trap. Had her soul cried out to his, begged him to find her, to release her from her
endless existence, as he was insisting?
No! That was Barack. There was something different in him these days. He had denied a sibling
relationship with her, ordered her around as if he had the right and she had not earned her place within
their family unit. Yet he had put his life on the line, fighting one of the undead when it had come for her,
wanting her to join its ranks of filth and vileness. Even now, Barack was not allowing this evil one to take
her.
The voice in Syndil's head softened almost to the point of tenderness. A falsehood, she was certain.
Barack could inject anything into his voice and his sensual features, make any woman believe he could
care. But he was an ancient one, one who could not really feel anything.You have done nothing to draw
this evil one to you, Syndil. There is no evil in you, no wickedness. You are the light in our lives, as
is Desari. Without you, there is no existence. I will not allow him to take you from us, from me.
Know this, woman: if you do not stand with me, merge completely and allow our combined
strength to fight his hold on you, then I will follow wherever he takes you and battle to the death
for your return .
There was such resolve in Barack's voice, Syndil could do no other than believe him. Yet merging her
mind so completely would open to Barack every memory she kept locked away even from herself. She
would never be able to look at him again, to face him, knowing he had seen the attack Savon had made
on her body. He would know her every thought. The humiliation and fear. The degradation. Even worse,
he would know her secret, innermost thoughts, the ones she withheld even from herself. A low moan
escaped, and she felt the vampire tighten his hold. This she could not do. Not for any of them, not even
her beloved Desari. She could not allow herself or Barack to read those secret desires and needs.
Barack struck without warning, going from passive restraint to swift and immediate action. His mind
thrust itself into hers, taking possession of her as surely as if he had claimed her body for his own. Syndil
found she could not resist him, whether because she was just too drained by the energy she had
expended healing the earth or because she was helpless before the determination, the single-mindedness
of Barack. Perhaps all along he had been far more powerful than she had imagined. Whatever the
reason, he meant exactly what he had threatened. He would follow her wherever she went and fight to
the death to return her to their family unit. He would never give her up to the evil one. Syndil finally took
the least line of resistance and threw her strength in with his.
Desari fed the two of them with her own power and voice, applying steady pressure against the hold the
vampire had on Syndil. She could feel the undead's fingers slipping from around her own throat. He could
not sustain his energy in so many different directions. If he was to fight to retain Syndil within his trap, he
had to release Desari. As the stranglehold lessened, Desari's voice continued to pour out in a stream of
beauty and triumph, a songbird free to roam the skies, to aid all within range of her voice.
Darius heard the silvery notes, joyous, a celebration of life. Around him, in the nearby fields and streams,
he caught the reaction of the wildlife to her voice. It swelled into the wind and was carried easily across
the blackened ruins of the forest. It held the ghouls silent as they began their charge. They thought him
helpless, caught in the snare of their master's trap, the binding spell making him their prisoner, yet Desari's
voice prevented such a thing. Her notes, resounding in his head, kept him safe as nothing else could.
His sister. She had always filled him with such awe. So beautiful from the inside out. Her womanly
magic, a force for good, was far more powerful than what he wielded. Because he no longer was able to
feel, he held fast to his memories of her. In this battle he relied on her voice. She would not fail to hold
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feeding her guilt. He was confusing her mind so that she didn't know what was real and what he had
wrought with his trap. Had her soul cried out to his, begged him to find her, to release her from her
endless existence, as he was insisting?
No! That was Barack. There was something different in him these days. He had denied a sibling
relationship with her, ordered her around as if he had the right and she had not earned her place within
their family unit. Yet he had put his life on the line, fighting one of the undead when it had come for her,
wanting her to join its ranks of filth and vileness. Even now, Barack was not allowing this evil one to take
her.
The voice in Syndil's head softened almost to the point of tenderness. A falsehood, she was certain.
Barack could inject anything into his voice and his sensual features, make any woman believe he could
care. But he was an ancient one, one who could not really feel anything.You have done nothing to draw
this evil one to you, Syndil. There is no evil in you, no wickedness. You are the light in our lives, as
is Desari. Without you, there is no existence. I will not allow him to take you from us, from me.
Know this, woman: if you do not stand with me, merge completely and allow our combined
strength to fight his hold on you, then I will follow wherever he takes you and battle to the death
for your return .
There was such resolve in Barack's voice, Syndil could do no other than believe him. Yet merging her
mind so completely would open to Barack every memory she kept locked away even from herself. She
would never be able to look at him again, to face him, knowing he had seen the attack Savon had made
on her body. He would know her every thought. The humiliation and fear. The degradation. Even worse,
he would know her secret, innermost thoughts, the ones she withheld even from herself. A low moan
escaped, and she felt the vampire tighten his hold. This she could not do. Not for any of them, not even
her beloved Desari. She could not allow herself or Barack to read those secret desires and needs.
Barack struck without warning, going from passive restraint to swift and immediate action. His mind
thrust itself into hers, taking possession of her as surely as if he had claimed her body for his own. Syndil
found she could not resist him, whether because she was just too drained by the energy she had
expended healing the earth or because she was helpless before the determination, the single-mindedness
of Barack. Perhaps all along he had been far more powerful than she had imagined. Whatever the
reason, he meant exactly what he had threatened. He would follow her wherever she went and fight to
the death to return her to their family unit. He would never give her up to the evil one. Syndil finally took
the least line of resistance and threw her strength in with his.
Desari fed the two of them with her own power and voice, applying steady pressure against the hold the
vampire had on Syndil. She could feel the undead's fingers slipping from around her own throat. He could
not sustain his energy in so many different directions. If he was to fight to retain Syndil within his trap, he
had to release Desari. As the stranglehold lessened, Desari's voice continued to pour out in a stream of
beauty and triumph, a songbird free to roam the skies, to aid all within range of her voice.
Darius heard the silvery notes, joyous, a celebration of life. Around him, in the nearby fields and streams,
he caught the reaction of the wildlife to her voice. It swelled into the wind and was carried easily across
the blackened ruins of the forest. It held the ghouls silent as they began their charge. They thought him
helpless, caught in the snare of their master's trap, the binding spell making him their prisoner, yet Desari's
voice prevented such a thing. Her notes, resounding in his head, kept him safe as nothing else could.
His sister. She had always filled him with such awe. So beautiful from the inside out. Her womanly
magic, a force for good, was far more powerful than what he wielded. Because he no longer was able to
feel, he held fast to his memories of her. In this battle he relied on her voice. She would not fail to hold
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