face tipped up toward his and he could see the anger and hurt there. He could feel it vibrating in the air between them.
âYouâre refusing me. Rejecting me. On. My. Wedding. Night.â
âItâs a matter of honor, honey. You know itâs the right thing to do.â
âFor
them
. Itâs always about them. I canât believe youâre willing to sacrifice us. Sacrifice me. For
them
.â
Tears ran down her face unchecked, breaking his heart further. More color bled away. Gary reached for her. She stepped back, shaking her head.
âI have to tell you whatâs happening, Gabrielle, so that youâll understand.â If his ability to see in color was fading so fast, it stood to reason he would lose his emotions just as abruptly. He couldnât risk her.
âI
know
whatâs happening, Gary. This is our wedding night. You made promises to me, and now youâre walking away. Rejecting me. Jilting me.â
She sounded close to hysterical and she jammed a fist in her mouth, stepping back even farther from him. His gut tied into hard, bitter knots. Gary murmured her name and stepped toward her. Gabrielle threw her hand between them, palm out.
âDonât. Not unless youâre going to leave with me. Go away from here and live out our lifetime as humans while we can. We can have that. At least that, Gary.â
He wanted to give that to her. He wanted to give that to himself. She was right there, standing in front of him, everything heâd ever dreamed about. He loved her with every beat of his heart. Every breath he took.
âHoney, just for a moment, listen to me. Iâm already losing my ability to see in color. Itâs happening fast. Everythingâs fading to gray. When the ancients in the Daratrazanoff lineage accepted me as theirs, they poured their knowledge into me. They gave me tremendous gifts, their power, their skills, even their abilities to fight vampires. All of it, just as if I was born with those abilities and power.â
She bit her lip, her gray eyes swimming with tears. He could see the teardrops sparkling on the ends of absurdly long lashes. At that moment, with the flowers surrounding her and the night sky above her, she was more beautiful than ever. âHow can that be?â she whispered.
His heart turned over at the concern in her voice. âI donât know how itâs done exactly, I only know they have a collective conscious. Mikhail has access to them there in the cave of warriors. When they come together like they do, all the warriors, past and present, they are very powerful. That power runs through Mikhail. I felt it. Heâs some sort of conductor, or rather, a receptacle for that combined power.â
Gabrielle stepped into him again, her arms circling his waist, her head on his chest. âWhat have they done to you?â
âI love you, Gabrielle,â he admitted. The words felt wrenched from him, leaving him naked and exposed. He couldnât have her. He would have to allow another man to have her, and that would kill him. The warrior in him protested.
âI know you do,â she whispered. âI love you, too. There has to be a way. If you feel love for me, you can still feel emotion, even if youâre losing your ability to see in color. We could still go away and live together. Have that life. Most humans get forty, fifty years together. We can take that time for ourselves, couldnât we? What would be so wrong about that?â
He held her close, feeling his body heat surrounding her. Inhaling her scent. The temptation of keeping herâhaving her for himselfâwas alarming in its strength.
âWe canât make a decision like that without really thinking it through, Gabrielle. We would have to leave. Live far from here, far from other Carpathians. If your lifemate came along, or mine . . .â
âI once asked Mikhail what would happen if a Carpathian male