else. Raphael was her executioner. No overtures of kindness, treating her with respect and talking with her and staving off the constant loneliness would change that.
The stone altar served as a granite barricade between them. Raphael shifted, putting a hand on his hip.
A stray beam of sunlight flashed off the solid gold dagger hilt at his waist. He caught her staring at the dagger.
“Oh, Emily,” he said softly.
With a strangled sob, she turned and ran blindly through the forest, away from the grim reminder of what was to come. Finally she reached the haven of her cottage. Emily squeezed her eyes shut and, with all her emotions and thoughts, called out to the one destined for her. He’d told her he’d be out of reach for a few weeks, but her need was urgent.
If Amant could not help her, no one could.
Raphael walked through the forest, deeply troubled. Faint energy emitted from the stone altar where Emily would be executed to end the curse. The sight had not bothered him, but he sensed something of tremendous importance had occurred there. Yet the altar held no tinge of death or sorrow. He could not make out the energy patterns.
Pity surged through him, banishing the earlier resentment. Emily thought he wasn’t as good as the other Kallans because of his mixed blood. Unworthy. Old memories flashed through him. Walking to town, to the Vieux Carre, from his simple bayou home to get supplies. Other, more pure Draicon taunting him, throwing stones and laughing.
Dog. Mongrel.
Would old prejudices against his Cajun blood never cease?
Raphael shoved aside the bitter past and concentrated on Emily. His transition came first. He must find her, get her to calm down again if they were to work together….
Amant?
The voice inside his head startled him. Raphael leaned against a tree, sighed. Erin, the time isn’t right….
Please, Amant. I’m sorry for intruding. I have such great need of you, otherwise I’d never have contacted you. Help me.
The terror in his draicara’s voice alarmed him, along with a horrible suspicion cresting over him. Raphael tried pushing back all the emotions crowding his mind, her panicked fear, his guilt that he could not attend to her needs.
If you can’t come to my side, tell me what I can do. You’re a great warrior, I sense this about you, a wise one who has fought many battles. He will hurt me. Please, just advise…
Who is threatening you? he demanded. Tell me and I will take my dagger and cut his heart out. I will ask my brothers, and they’ll come to your aid.
You cannot stop him. No one can. He is one who is great, powerful. I cannot stop him, stop this. A sob broke out, echoed in his mind like shattering glass.
Hush, all will be well, he whispered, deeply distressed at her sorrow. How could he do this, be the Kallan and be apart from her? Time and again assignments would take him from her side, and his mate would not be his first priority. Yet every instinct inside raged to rush to her side, attend to her needs.
But Emily came first now. He must attend to her before easing Erin’s fears.
For years, he quietly accepted that he’d never find his true mate, the missing half of his soul’s magick. Others fortunate enough to do so experienced joy and fulfillment. Raphael assumed like the other Kallan before him that it was not meant to be. His duties came first, and he found small comfort in that.
Now she’d finally sought him out and he rejoiced inside. But merde—ah, the timing. He needed all his concentration and energy directed toward Emily. His transition came first.
Erin, listen to me. Do you have a weapon nearby? A small sniffle and he could feel her pulling together all her strength. Good, he said silently, proud of her courage.
Yes, a small, sharp knife.
Take it and arm yourself. Don’t fear to use it on this male. Stab him, aim for the left quadrant of his upper chest. It will nick the heart and slow him, no matter how powerful this one is. Will you do this?
I can’t kill!
Hush, he soothed. You must protect yourself. It will incapacitate him. Now, get the knife.
Worry filled him as he waited. After a few minutes, he heard her in his mind. I have it. Are you certain this will work?
Yes. Where are you? Are you in a confined place, a house or building?
Is that dangerous?
Get out. Less chance of being cornered, Raphael told her.
Silence, and then he heard her speak. I’m outside, near some trees. I feel safest here.
Raphael shook his head. Now, do as I say. Find your family, your people, and stay with them. Even if the one threatening you is among them, he will not dare hurt you in their presence.
Oh, Amant, she whispered, and hiccupped through her tears as if she laughed. They’re the ones who summoned him here.
Raphael’s heart dropped to his stomach. The delicious smell of lavender and wildflowers suddenly wafted on the chilling breeze. He moved away from the tree and began walking toward the scent, keeping the line of communication open telepathically as he did so.
Where are you, Erin? he asked. Tell me.
Waiting for her answer, he prowled noiselessly through the brush, entering the forest, stepping carefully as his wolf would, avoiding detection.
I can’t talk. Panic threaded through her tone. Someone’s coming. I think…I think it’s him.
Abandoning stealth, he bolted through the forest, crashing through the undergrowth, his lungs working hard, his heart racing. Now the scent flooded his senses, a ribbon of hot desire pulling him forward in senseless need. He saw her now, backed up against an ancient oak, her body lush and tempting, her eyes wide in her fine-boned face.
Raphael cut off communication from Erin as abruptly as hanging up a phone receiver. He raced forward.
“Emily,” he breathed.
Drawn to the female shrinking back from him, he leapt forward, trapping her against the tree with his body. He must know for certain.
Raphael pulled her to him in a crushing kiss.
Even as her lips opened under the pressure of his, he knew.
Even as his blood sang hotly in his veins and his cock grew to stone at her aroused scent, he knew.
His body screamed no, the cry echoing in his mind. Raphael pulled back in abject shock and horror. No, not her, not this one….
Emily cried out, putting a gloved hand to her lips, blue eyes wide in her delicate face. Blue eyes turning rapidly to deep violet. “No! Oh, goddess, not you, it can’t be….”
His throat closed up. Raphael couldn’t speak, though he screamed inside his head.
Emily,
