Dark Series 18 Dark Possession by Christine Feehan

Author:Christine Feehan [Feehan, Christine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy, General
ISBN: 9780748116782
Google: TbS1V8bV2LIC
Publisher: Little, Brown Book Group
Published: 2010-03-31T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

"You do not know what you are asking for him, MaryAnn. Longevity is not always a good

thing. The life of a Carpathian male is extremely difficult. You may be asking for

something he wouldn't want."

"Then ask him. Don't let him die simply because he's a man."

Manolito sighed. She had a point, but then, she couldn't know what it was like for a

Carpathian male to know just how low the odds were of finding a lifemate. She hadn't lived

centuries alone.

"I'll need to feed, MaryAnn. Are both of you willing to contribute? Because I cannot do

this without blood." He was desperate to feed. The world around him was fading fast. He

was fading. When he looked down at his hands, they were gray and growing transparent.

MaryAnn looked at Manolito's glittering eyes, saw the tiny red flames and felt her heart

jump. She always forgot he wasn't human, even when she was asking him to do things that

weren't at all human. She took a deep breath and nodded.

Manolito switched his attention to Jasmine. The girl sat on the floor, petting the spotted fur

more to comfort herself than to keep Solange calm. "I think I can do it," she agreed,

without looking at him. "Tell me what to do."

"Give me your hand."

Jasmine slowly extended her arm. Manolito's fingers settled around her like a vise. The

whispers began in his head. Soft. Insidious. Temptation eating at him.

She gasped and tried to jerk away. "Wait. Wait. I forgot to tell you. I'm pregnant. Will this

hurt my baby?"

Manolito dropped her hand as if she'd burned him. His gaze went obsidian black, his

mouth set in a firm line. "You have no business offering blood, or fighting jaguars. No, I

will not take your blood. You must take great care to guard the child."

Before Jasmine could reply, Luiz gave a gasping wheeze and the jaguar shifted, bones

crackling, body contorting as death reached for him.

MaryAnn gave a soft, alarmed cry and knelt, leaning over the broad chest to listen for a

heartbeat. She immediately started CPR. "Do something, Manolito. You can't just let him

die."

She had no idea what she was asking. The other world was so close. He was starved.

Weary. Shadows moved everywhere in the room. MaryAnn looked at him with her wide,

dark eyes, so trusting. She had so much faith in him. More than he had in himself with the

whispers pushing at the back of his mind and his own body fading. He blinked and forced

himself to focus.

Hear me, jaguar-man. I can make you Carpathian. You will never be jaguar, yet you will

live and be able to shift. Know that this gift is a dark one. If you do not find the other half of your soul, you will eventually lose emotion and color and live only on memories. You

will need blood to survive. You will have to live under the rule of our prince and pledge

your allegiance and protection, your very life, to him and to our people. I will hold your

life in my hands. I will be able to touch your mind at will and find you no matter where you

are.

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