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made the aunts up. That the trauma of her childhood had produced a break and she had created an imaginary world for herself, but there was no way the prince and Nicolas could communicate on that exact band.
She is not here to be interrogated. Nicolas\'s tone was mild, but he shifted subtly, placing his body between Lara and the prince.
A flicker of amusement showed in Mikhail\'s eyes and then was gone as he turned back to the writhing man on the bed.
\"He pulled the snake head out before I could stop him. The snake\'s fangs are curved with barbs at the ends. I think the barbs carry the venom and when he ripped them loose, he allowed the poison to pour into his system.\" She glanced toward Nicolas and used their private mental path. It seems a little rude to be discussing me when I\'m standing right here, but thanks for sticking up for me .
Mikhail\'s head snapped around, his black eyes glittering. Lara drew in her breath. She hadn\'t spoken telepathically to anyone but the aunts in years and she\'d been sloppy, allowing the channel of energy to spill over enough to warn Mikhail she was speaking with Nicolas. Annoyed with herself, she bit her lip hard, reminding herself to stay quiet and blend in. One could hide in plain sight if they were adept enough at it.
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\"Terry, don\'t worry, we\'ll be able to make you feel better,\" Lara assured, still avoiding looking directly at him. She had to go to him at least and hold his hand. What sort of friend was she? She steeled herself, stiffening her spine.
The sight of him writhing in pain triggered memories of her childhood. Healthy, living blood smelled like life, sweet and flowing. Death brought a metallic tang. But tainted blood was rotting, putrid, the stench offensive and sickening. She couldn\'t get away from the smell, even with all the little tricks her aunts had taught her.
She made a move to get around Nicolas to go to the man on the bed, but Nicolas seemed to move with her, shifting almost imperceptibly. Lara didn\'t catch how he did it, but when she tried a second time, his solid mass continued to block her way.
\"Mikhail and I will do what we can to heal your friend, but you need to stay back until we know what we are dealing with.\"
Lara opened her mouth to protest, but closed it without speaking. His voice was low, so low she doubted if either Terry or Gerald caught what he said, but there was a tone there, one of complete command. He was enormously strong and she didn\'t know what powers he had, but she sensed danger. Now, in front of so many others, wasn\'t the time to test him or his resolve. It would mean pitting herself against him openly, and the aunts had drilled into her not to draw attention to herself. The few times she had done so in the past, she\'d met with disastrous results. She let her breath out in a small hiss between her teeth. In the end, she might feel guilty for using the ready excuse, but the blood on the bed sickened her. She allowed Nicolas to dictate to her.
Nicolas kept his smile to himself. She thought she was hiding her displeasure, but her hair swirled with bands of color, red and blond streaks. The red came out when she was upset or angry and right now her hair was streaked with flame. The color of her eyes had gone from green to glacier blue, glittering like ice at him, but she said nothing, simply stepped back as if she was obedient and sweet.
He bent over the mutilated ankle. There was nothing sweet about his woman. She might hide her true nature from the others, but she was a little tigress with claws and fangs, ready to do battle when situations warranted.
His life had gone from barren and gray to exciting in the blink of an eye. Her reaction to his high-handedness made him want to find something else to do to make her hair crackle and her eyes glow at him.
There were masses of parasites in Terry\'s system and Nicolas frowned as he focused on the clogged blood. He glanced at Mikhail.
She is not here to be interrogated. Nicolas\'s tone was mild, but he shifted subtly, placing his body between Lara and the prince.
A flicker of amusement showed in Mikhail\'s eyes and then was gone as he turned back to the writhing man on the bed.
\"He pulled the snake head out before I could stop him. The snake\'s fangs are curved with barbs at the ends. I think the barbs carry the venom and when he ripped them loose, he allowed the poison to pour into his system.\" She glanced toward Nicolas and used their private mental path. It seems a little rude to be discussing me when I\'m standing right here, but thanks for sticking up for me .
Mikhail\'s head snapped around, his black eyes glittering. Lara drew in her breath. She hadn\'t spoken telepathically to anyone but the aunts in years and she\'d been sloppy, allowing the channel of energy to spill over enough to warn Mikhail she was speaking with Nicolas. Annoyed with herself, she bit her lip hard, reminding herself to stay quiet and blend in. One could hide in plain sight if they were adept enough at it.
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\"Terry, don\'t worry, we\'ll be able to make you feel better,\" Lara assured, still avoiding looking directly at him. She had to go to him at least and hold his hand. What sort of friend was she? She steeled herself, stiffening her spine.
The sight of him writhing in pain triggered memories of her childhood. Healthy, living blood smelled like life, sweet and flowing. Death brought a metallic tang. But tainted blood was rotting, putrid, the stench offensive and sickening. She couldn\'t get away from the smell, even with all the little tricks her aunts had taught her.
She made a move to get around Nicolas to go to the man on the bed, but Nicolas seemed to move with her, shifting almost imperceptibly. Lara didn\'t catch how he did it, but when she tried a second time, his solid mass continued to block her way.
\"Mikhail and I will do what we can to heal your friend, but you need to stay back until we know what we are dealing with.\"
Lara opened her mouth to protest, but closed it without speaking. His voice was low, so low she doubted if either Terry or Gerald caught what he said, but there was a tone there, one of complete command. He was enormously strong and she didn\'t know what powers he had, but she sensed danger. Now, in front of so many others, wasn\'t the time to test him or his resolve. It would mean pitting herself against him openly, and the aunts had drilled into her not to draw attention to herself. The few times she had done so in the past, she\'d met with disastrous results. She let her breath out in a small hiss between her teeth. In the end, she might feel guilty for using the ready excuse, but the blood on the bed sickened her. She allowed Nicolas to dictate to her.
Nicolas kept his smile to himself. She thought she was hiding her displeasure, but her hair swirled with bands of color, red and blond streaks. The red came out when she was upset or angry and right now her hair was streaked with flame. The color of her eyes had gone from green to glacier blue, glittering like ice at him, but she said nothing, simply stepped back as if she was obedient and sweet.
He bent over the mutilated ankle. There was nothing sweet about his woman. She might hide her true nature from the others, but she was a little tigress with claws and fangs, ready to do battle when situations warranted.
His life had gone from barren and gray to exciting in the blink of an eye. Her reaction to his high-handedness made him want to find something else to do to make her hair crackle and her eyes glow at him.
There were masses of parasites in Terry\'s system and Nicolas frowned as he focused on the clogged blood. He glanced at Mikhail.
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