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hunter. The fact that he had not manufactured a clean shirt told Darius the extent of Julian's weakness.
Yet even with the pain and weakness, Julian was ready to fight.
Darius dropped out of the sky, shape-shifting as he touched the ground, silently springing on clawed feet
straight at his prey. The large male leopard sank its fangs into the first ghoul's throat, dispatching him with
deadly efficiency. It dropped the body and padded noiselessly toward the next victim. This time the
undead's servant was turned away from him, but the leopard merely vaulted into the branches above his
head, then dropped on the fiend, burying its canines deep, crushing the throat.
Julian watched the abominations creeping toward him, seven strong, in various stages of decay, with the
master dead and no longer sustaining their lives. Then a dark shadow moved behind the tree line, and
Julian caught a glimpse of glossy fur. The large jungle cat quickly dispatched two of the zombies.
Julian let his breath out slowly. These ghouls were tainted with the vampire's infected blood, so it was
more than likely that Darius also would be poisoned from his kills this night. Overhead, clouds were
gathering, dark and ominous, blotting out the moonlight. Lightning began to arc, a strong, fast storm
shrieking through the trees, sending limbs dancing and swaying. Julian knew it was of Darius's making.
One ghoul lurched forward, his burning eyes on the bus and his target. The only thing standing between
him and his goal was Julian. Growling insanely, drooling and slobbering, he moved toward Julian,
showing hideous teeth as he shuffled in close. His huge arms swung clumsily at Julian's head. The hunter
ducked the blows and retaliated with one of his own. The head of the ghoul rocked, and the neck
cracked audibly.
Julian sprang away to meet the second opponent moving in for the kill. This one swung an ax at him, the
blade missing by a scant few inches. Silently cursing the fact that his arm hung uselessly at his side, Julian
retaliated with a low spinning kick that swept the legs out from under the servant of the vampire. Then he
swiftly delivered the killing blow to the head, crushing the skull just as the third zombie reached him.
Despite its slowness, this monster was strong and cunning. He went for Julian's wounded shoulder,
slamming into him like a charging bull. The pain was excruciating, exploding through Julian with the force
of dynamite. It drove him to his knees before he could find the energy and strength to cut off feeling to the
area. The air burst from his lungs so that he had to fight to breathe; his stomach clenched and knotted,
rolling with nausea.
At once lightning hit his attacker, the bolt driving through the body. Smoke streamed from his mouth and
nose, and his clothes and skin turned black. A ball of orange flame looking like a meteor from space then
struck him in the belly, incinerating the monster, who howled eerily as he turned to ashes. The flames then
jumped from body to body, directed by Darius's hand, dispatching the remaining ghouls with the ease of
a hunter of long experience and at full strength.
At once his arm slipped around Julian and took his full weight. He carried the big man like a child,
cradled gently in his arms. "Do you have the strength to remove the safeguards?" he asked. The voice
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was calm and confident, no change in breathing despite the long flight, the terrible fight, and the burden he
carried.
Julian nodded in answer to Darius's question and began the complicated task of unraveling the
safeguards, carefully making certain it was safe. Desari flung open the door and stepped aside so that her
brother could carry her lifemate inside. Anxiously she followed them to the bed. The motor home was
dark; only scented candles gave off flickers of light. The soothing aroma of herbs and candles filled the
air, so that each time Julian took a breath, the healing scent entered his body to help alleviate the pain
knifing through him.
"Is he going to be all right? Can you help him?"Desari asked anxiously, hovering behind Darius, trying to
see around him to her lifemate.
"He is correct; the vampire's poison is strong and unusual. I want you to stay out of the way. Join with
the others in the healing chant and lend your strength to mine. I will heal him and then myself."
Desari bit her lip, her hand going to her throat. "How were you infected?"
"The servants of the undead were tainted. A trap the vampire left behind for those who dared to thwart
his plans." Darius spoke matter-of-factly, with no hint of alarm. His steady, calm voice, so familiar to her,
was comforting.
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