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effort but a great deal of time to unravel. He glanced skyward. He would never get to the evil one before
the sun sank from the sky.
It didn't make any difference to him. His pace remained the same, steady so that he made no mistakes, a
deliberate, precise set of movements designed to negate what the vampire had wrought. Lucian was not
deceived by the primitive structure of the safeguard. He had infinite patience and even more confidence.
The only worry he had was Jaxon. She would not stay idly by, safe somewhere, while he hunted and
destroyed the undead. She was determined to aid him.
Don't worry, Lucian, I am learning quite a bit from your memories. All you have to do is direct
my actions as you did your brother's. I am quite capable of doing what he did. There was no
hesitation in her voice. She considered it a duty, a responsibility. He had no doubt she meant what she
said.
The first safeguard had been neutralized. He began the more complicated regimen of dismantling the trap
set for unwary hunters. This pattern was a much more intricate and difficult one. He had not seen it used
before, but that mattered little to him. It was an illusion hiding the entrance to the cave, an illusion using a
deadfall and more to guard the opening. As he began to unravel it, the granite creaked and moaned in
response. A shower of boulders fell from above him to crash in the spot where he was working. Lucian
merely leaped to one side, the movements of his hands continuing despite the assault from above. As the
avalanche showered down, increasing in strength and size, Lucian simply took a moment to provide
himself with an invisible shelter to deflect the rocks.
Jaxon gasped, feeling the hatred and anger issuing in waves from beneath the earth. She was still some
distance from the site, moving toward him, yet the malevolence the creature was projecting made her
physically ill. She knew Lucian was in grave danger from the malicious monster, that it was bending its
mind and powers, its will toward destroying Lucian. The closer she got to its lair, the more fouled the air
became. It was thick with poisonous, noxious gas, a toxic combination of evil and hatred that threatened
to choke her. It was directed at Lucian, the cloud even thicker where he stood, so that no air could
displace it despite the wildness of the wind.
She could feel how calm Lucian was, with no panic, no sense of haste, just his tranquil mind working at a
steady pace to unlock the opening to the lair of the hideous abomination that waited within with dripping
fangs and murder on its mind. Even trained as she had been to work through pain and discomfort, Jaxon
knew she never would have been able to force herself to enter the realm of the undead had it not been
for Lucian.
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Nothing seemed to bother him. He acted as if he didn't notice the noxious odor, the thick, poisonous gas
creeping around him. He simply worked quietly and efficiently. Jaxon made a concentrated effort to do
the same, using Lucian as an anchor while she moved within the field of evil gas.
Approach from the south, angel. He will sense your presence, and you will feel his triumph. He
will perceive you as the weak link he can escape through. He knows I cannot possibly reach him in
time to confront him in his lair, so he will come after you, thinking to delay me with his traps. You
must be ready for him. Once he is in your vision, you cannot lose sight of him. Do you understand
me? If you are to do this thing, you must do exactly as I tell you.
This monster scares me to death. So, believe me, whatever you say goes.
He will try to capture you. If he cannot and he sees he cannot escape, he will be very dangerous
and will certainly attempt to destroy you.
I trust you, Lucian, Just tell me what to do to delay him long enough for you to get to him. Jaxon's
heart was pounding now, and she deliberately took a few calming breaths to steady herself. She had
successfully opened her earthen grave on her own. She had to believe that. She had moved through the
mountain with incredible speed, following the mental path Lucian had left behind to guide her. She was
streaking through the sky in the form of insubstantial mist, again holding the image in her own mind, even
as she spoke with Lucian. She could do whatever he needed her to do. This was no different than police
work. She had to look at it that way. Her partner needed back up.
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