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sexy walk that drew the eye. He flashed a message, letting them know without words that she belonged to him. Black eyes carried death as he looked directly at each man to emphasize the point. They looked away from her and two actually left, telling him the vibes he was sending out were just a little too strong. He was going to have to learn to manage his newfound emotions.
    Nicolas followed her up the stairs to one of the rooms, taking the stairs two at a time. She reached for the doorknob. Nicolas's hand was there before hers. He inserted his larger body smoothly between her and the room.
    "I will go in first." He had already scanned the room. Two unknown human males and Mikhail, prince of his people. Still, even with the prince, he wasn't about to take any chances on her safety. He scented vampire blood.
    "It's my room," she objected, shocked at how smoothly, how easily he had taken over.
    His black eyes moved over her face. "Yes it is and you seem to have a surplus of male visitors."
    He didn't wait for an answer, but pushed open the door, ignoring her outraged little squeak. Mikhail had been fully aware of his arrival, his gaze shooting past him, but Nicolas's much larger body blocked the doorway, preventing Lara from entering. Nicolas took in the scene, the man writhing in pain on the bed. A second man holding his shoulders in hopes to calm him while the prince seemed to be attempting to heal the injuries of the male on the bed. Nicolas stepped aside to allow his lifemate entrance.
    "Nicolas," Mikhail stepped forward to clasp both his arms in the traditional greeting of respect and honor between warriors. "It is good to see you." He didn't show the worry he had to be feeling that Nicolas De La Cruz had traveled personally from South America to bring him news. He understood that news couldn't be good or word would have been sent through the chain of Carpathians to their homeland.
    "I bring greetings from Zacarias as well as my other brothers. I hope you and your woman are well."
    Mikhail nodded. "I sensed a disturbance earlier."
    Nicolas didn't change expression, nor did he look away. Of course Mikhail had sensed a disturbance. Nicolas had been close enough to turning that he had nearly taken his own lifemate's life. Fortunately, she had a knife and hadn't hesitated to use it. The blood was gone from Nicolas's shirt, but Mikhail wouldn't be easily fooled.
    Nicolas turned to his lifemate. "Mikhail Dubrinsky is the prince of the Carpathian people," Nicolas explained to her before turning back to his prince. "Mikhail, this is avio päläfertiil ." He put unmistakable possession in his voice even as he rested his hand on the small of her back.
    Mikhail bowed slightly from the waist. "I am pleased to meet your lifemate, Nicolas, but what is her name?"
    "Her name?" For the first time Nicolas looked bewildered.
    "She does have a name, doesn't she?" Mikhail asked, clearly amused.
    Nicolas looked down at the bright burst of red-gold hair and those brilliant jeweled green eyes. "What is your name?"
    "You tied us together and you don't even know my name," she scoffed, trying to ignore the scent of tainted, rotted blood in the room. "You're absolutely crazy, you know that? It's Lara. Lara Calladine. And you?" Her heart was pounding too hard, knowing her life had changed forever. She couldn't think about it yet, keeping emotion light until she had time to assimilate what had happened and what she could do about it.
    His slow smile nearly melted her on the spot, a distraction when the room felt "off" to her.
    "Nicolas De La Cruz."
    "You're Carpathian." She made it a statement, looking from one man to the other. "You both are." It was difficult to be conversing when she found herself shivering with cold, a little disoriented and slightly sick.
    "As are you," Nicolas replied.
    Lara shook her head. "Part, but not all."
    His eyebrow shot up. "You are of the Dragonseeker lineage. No one could ever mistake your features or your eyes for