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an intimate, soft litany of words in an ancient tongue. His voice wrapped her in velvet, an erotic spel of enchantment she wilingly embraced.
    Joie felt his breath warm on her neck. His tongue swirled over her pulse. Once. Twice. Her entire body clenched, every muscle contracting breathlessly. Waiting. Wanting.
    His lips feathering over her neck sent heat pooling low, and her legs went weak. One arm, of its own accord, slid upward to curl around his head, to draw him closer, cradle him to her. White-hot lightning pierced her skin. Sent whips of lightning dancing in her bloodstream, a pleasure bordering on pain. Nothing had prepared her for the sheer erotic fire coursing through her body. A soft moan escaped her. She moved restlessly against him.
    Traian puled her closer, imprinting his body against hers, feeling every lush curve and soft, rounded line. Lifemate. He had waited so long. Endured so much. There was no shield providing her with a protective barrier. She knew exactly what he was doing and yet she accepted him, accepted his need for her blood. It rushed through his body with the force of a freight train; his shrunken, starving cels soaked it up; tissue and muscle and damaged organs demanded sustenance. He wanted to savor the moment, savor his first taste of her, his first touch on her skin.
    Even as Traian struggled for sufficient control to blur the horrified gazes of her siblings, he was aware of the undead struggling to rise again, the two vampires rushing through the maze of hals to reach him before he could escape. He took from Joie only what he needed to have strength when the battle came. He couldn't risk her being too weak to defend herself. They would have more than one skirmish with the undead before they were out of the labyrinth of caves.
    Very gently, almost reverently, he swept his tongue across the pinpricks to close them. "Thank you, Joie." His arms held her up, his body taking her weight.
    She shivered as she lifted her lashes to study his face. At once she was caught and held in the dark depths of his eyes. "You're welcome."
    "I hate to break up the love fest the two of you are having," Jubal snapped, "but we've got a little problem. The knife just fel out of the dead thing's chest, and he's beginning to thrash around. It isn't a pretty sight."
    Jubal's voice broke the spel Traian seemed to have woven around Joie. She puled her gaze away with an effort and looked over at the creature clawing the floor of the cave. "He looks angry," she observed.

Chapter Four
    "He is not the only one," Traian agreed. "His friends are coming this way fast, and they have murder on their minds."
    The vampire struggled to a half-sitting position on the floor, blood and spittle running down his chin. His red-rimmed eyes fixed on Joie with a mixture of hate and fear.
    She glared at him. "What the hel did you do to my knife, you fiend? Do you have any idea what a knife like that costs?" She held out her hand to Jubal for the knife she had given him. "Give that to me. I think I'm going to need it."
    Traian put her firmly behind him and signaled to Jubal and Gabriele to move away from the vampire. They did so carefuly. He was making hideous noises, his talons cutting deep gouges into the ice.
    Jubal handed his sister the knife. "Let's get out of here while we can. I don't think I want to meet any more of these things."
    "I'm going to pretend I never met this one," Gabriele said firmly.
    Joie watched Traian closely. He seemed to be gathering something unseen into his hands. She could feel the buildup of energy in the chamber. The galery was actualy warming, increasing the dripping of the water dramaticaly. Between Traian's palms, light glowed, a bright orange-red, emitting heat. It appeared just smaler than a basketbal, the energy coiling and spinning.
    The vampire screamed in rage and attempted to rise, stabbing at the air with his claws and clicking his twisted nails rapidly in a summons. The bal left Traian's hands,