Dark Possession (22 page)

“It’s been my observation, Jasmine,” MaryAnn said, “that no entire race of beings is all good or all bad. Most don’t hate simply because others do. I met a jaguar-man who saved my life and was very troubled with what was happening to his people. I’m certain there are mages who don’t approve of what is being done here. Many probably don’t even know. Vampires are wholly evil, and once they infiltrate and influence anyone, they disrupt the entire balance of nature.”

“So the vampires used the violent tendencies of our males to corrupt them and end our species,” Solange said, a tinge of sarcasm in her voice.

“Not all males are bad, Solange, and reiterating over and over that they are, influencing Jasmine so that she fears a normal life, is no better.”

“You haven’t seen what these men do.”

“Be honest, isn’t it a small percentage? One small group? I believe the other jaguar-men have been trying to stop them. If that’s the case, you are condemning some of the same men who have been working to stop this.”

“I’ve never met any of these mythical men,” Solange said, then glanced back at Jasmine. “But there may be some.”

“Many men sacrifice themselves for the common good. I saw Manolito step in front of a pregnant woman and take a poisoned knife for her. He died, n-nearly died.” Emotions rushed up and overwhelmed her before MaryAnn could stop them. She was unprepared for the grief and sorrow sweeping through her, shutting down reason and logic.

She turned away, blinking back tears, staring out the window at the mage. His hands followed a pattern and he looked triumphant, as if he knew exactly which safeguard had been used and how to unravel it.

If only he would grow tired standing in the pouring rain. Tired and wet, his arms feeling like lead. So tired he couldn’t see straight or think to remember the ancient words and flowing movements.

MaryAnn watched the mage through the window, imagining his fatigue, hoping he was exhausted standing there, the rain pounding down on his unprotected head.
He felt weak and weary and he desperately needed to get out of there.
If they were really lucky, he was a little afraid of the jaguar-men and visualized them attacking him, tearing into his body with terrible teeth, crunching his skull with a single bite…

The mage staggered back, lifting one hand to his head and staring back at her through the window. He pointed at her, saying something she couldn’t hear, but it was clearly an accusation.

“There in the trees,” Solange said. “You drew them out.”

MaryAnn peered into the heavy canopy where the forest met the wide expanse of yard. One half-formed jaguar moved in the branches. He was a big man, well built, with shaggy hair and cruelty etched in his face.

Jasmine shrank back into Solange’s arm. “That’s the one they call Sergio. He’s terrible. They all listen to him.”

Solange nodded. “I remember him. He’s a strong fighter. He could have killed me, but he knew I was a shifter and didn’t want to take chances.” She flashed Jasmine a small, humorless smile. “It gives us a little advantage.”

“Why did you say I drew them out?” MaryAnn asked, her hand going to her throat in a defensive gesture. The mage was staring at her now and once again moving his hands in a flowing pattern. She had the feeling he wasn’t unraveling the safeguards so much as trying to do something to her.

Solange pulled her back away from the window. “He knows you stopped him. We should go downstairs.”

“I didn’t stop him. I was only hoping he would get a little tired.”

“Well, your hoping delayed him, but not for long. I want you and Jasmine in the safe room.” She led the way down the stairs. “You just set yourself up as a target. Sergio will know you aren’t jaguar and that you’re dangerous.”

“I’m not dangerous.”

“If you can break the concentration of a mage, you’re dangerous. He’ll want to kill you. Stay behind Jasmine.”

That was the last thing MaryAnn intended to do. Jasmine looked determined, but so frightened, MaryAnn wanted to gather her up and rock her. “I’ve got a couple of weapons as well,” she said, and held up the pepper spray. “They won’t be expecting it.”

“I won’t let them take me this time,” Jasmine said. “Not again, Solange.”

“They’ll have to kill me to get to you, baby,” Solange assured. Her voice was quiet and steady. “Believe me, I’m not going to let that happen. If we’re very lucky, MaryAnn bought us enough time for the sun to go down and Juliette to get here to help.”

MaryAnn noticed Solange didn’t name either of the two male Carpathians, as if she couldn’t—or wouldn’t—count on them for support. Solange was far more damaged than Jasmine appeared to be. MaryAnn smiled at Jasmine. “Don’t worry. Manolito will rush to help us, and so will Riordan, although you know him better than I do and probably are well aware that he would never let anything happen to you if he could help it.”

Jasmine looked down at her hands. “I haven’t taken the time to get to know him. I’ve had a difficult time adjusting after the attack.”

“We stay to ourselves,” Solange said. She met MaryAnn’s steady gaze and understood the reproof, accepting it with a slow nod and a deep breath. “That probably hasn’t been the best way to deal with things though. I think we need to go to the ranch and try to make a new and very different life for ourselves.”

“Do you really think that, Solange?” Jasmine asked. She pressed a hand to her stomach, fear in her eyes.

MaryAnn knew the look was fear of Solange’s disappointment in her decision to have a baby, a jaguar child with nearly pure blood. Solange had seen too many horrifying events to ever be able to look at the jaguar-men without prejudice, and Jasmine knew it. Still, she’d been strong enough to make her own decision, and that was a good sign.

“Of course I do. We can’t live in the forest forever, and the jaguar-men know who we are now and are hunting us. I think it’s more than time that we got out.”

Solange caught Jasmine’s arm and gave her a little push. “Get moving now. They’re going to break through any second. MaryAnn, go.” She glided to the window with purposeful strides, her knife in one hand, a gun in the other.

She turned, swearing. “They’re coming. Be ready!”

The front doors burst open and a large frame entered, half-jaguar, half-man, rushing across the cool marble straight toward them. It launched its body into the air, straight at Solange, snarling muzzle filled with wicked-looking teeth, hands curved into razor-sharp claws.

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J
asmine screamed, and clapped her hand over her mouth to muffle the sound. She stumbled backward, reaching behind her to find the door of the safe room.

Solange rushed the jaguar with no hesitation, gun out, firing shots as she ran at him. A second jaguar, the one Jasmine had identified as Sergio, hit Solange from behind, where he’d stalked her, unseen and unheard. He brought her down, slamming her to the floor and slapping the gun from her hand. The sound was loud as furniture and lamps crashed on the marble.

They rolled, Solange partially shifting to bring jaguar strength into play, swiping at Sergio with a sharpened claw as he used his size to pin her beneath him. The attack had obviously been orchestrated, their adversaries having studied Solange’s abilities. The first jaguar staggered, his sides heaving as blood dripped steadily from the two bullet wounds. He went straight for Solange to aid Sergio in restraining her.

MaryAnn blasted him with the pepper spray, using short bursts, hitting him in the eyes, mouth and nose repeatedly. Jasmine followed her into the fray, slamming a lamp against his head and driving him backward.

The first jaguar-man fell hard, landing between MaryAnn and Solange. He pawed at his face, howling, rolling back and forth and leaving blood smears on the marble.

Solange punched Sergio’s throat, hitting hard, using her body weight as well as her cat’s strength. She raked up his muzzle and tore at his belly. His cat’s weight crushed down on her, and his teeth sank into her throat. She went still beneath him, sides heaving, amber eyes defiant, her body rigid and tense.

Jasmine leapt across the room after the gun where it had skittered across the floor. Before Jasmine could scoop it up, the mage was there before her, kicking the gun out of reach and shoving her against the wall so hard it knocked the wind out of her.

Jasmine’s leap had taken her over the huge males just as another male burst into the room, fully changed, fierce, eyes glittering. He swerved around Jasmine and knocked Sergio off Solange. The two males reared up, slamming together so hard they rocked the walls.

The wounded jaguar roared with rage, swiping at MaryAnn’s leg, and she gasped with pain. A claw raked her calf, tearing through her slacks and ripping skin and muscle nearly to the bone. MaryAnn’s leg went out from under her and she fell, hitting the marble hard, digging her heels in to push backward in a crablike crawl to try to stay out of reach of those raking claws. Like sharpened spikes, the claws found her ankle and with a victorious roar, the jaguar pulled her to him, his teeth going for her skull. MaryAnn punched the cat’s throat, the canister in the fist adding a more solid contact, but the animal continued to drive forward. He erupted into a killing frenzy, whipping claws from side to side as he blindly sought prey. His face was wet with tears, his nose and muzzle streaming, but he was dangerous, whipping around the room hunting for his attacker.

Solange landed on his back, all cat now, wild and furious, teeth clamping down on the broad head, her bite enormously strong. The jaguar forgot all about MaryAnn, rolling in an effort to dislodge Solange. Mercilessly she raked at the cat’s belly while she clamped down with her teeth on the muzzle.

MaryAnn dragged her leg out of the fray. Four jaguars rolled on the floor, fighting to kill one another. Jasmine’s scream pulled her out of her haze of fear and pain. The mage had Jasmine by her long hair and was dragging her backward out of the house.

Fury swept through MaryAnn, fury and something dark and wild and dangerous. She felt it so close, deep inside her, ripping at her to get out. Her bones ached. Her mouth and teeth hurt. Her hands curled into fists, but her fingernails had lengthened and cut into her palm.

“Stop!”
Stop right now!
MaryAnn jerked to her feet.
Enough already
.

To her astonishment, all four jaguars ceased moving, heads hanging, sides heaving, tongues lolling out of their mouths. Only the mage kept moving, although he was sweating and shaking, his gaze on MaryAnn as he dragged Jasmine out of the house and kicked the door closed.

The sound of the door slamming triggered the jaguars back into action. At once, Solange drove deep again, tearing at the other jaguar’s throat. The two males slammed into one another, all teeth and claws. MaryAnn pulled herself to her feet, skirted around the fighting cats and, shoving the agony of her leg into a mental compartment, stumbled after Jasmine and the mage.

Deep beneath the ground, Manolito woke to a burst of pain and fear. His heart began a strong, steady gallop, his pulse thundering in his ear. He knew, in the way of all Carpathian people, that the sun hadn’t set but was slowly beginning to sink from the sky. He couldn’t wait. MaryAnn was in desperate trouble. He burst from the rich, dark soil, one arm across his eyes as he shifted into vapor and at the same time called on the clouds to block the sun. The dense canopy helped, but still he was caught for a microsecond in the rays. Flames should have raced over his skin, turning it into a melting inferno. He should have been a mass of blisters, and smoke normally would have mingled with the vapor as he shifted—but only his eyes burned.

He put aside the pain and streaked through the canopy toward the house.
MaryAnn. Connect with me now.
In spite of the fact that he had taken her blood and he knew exactly where she was, she had strong barriers in her mind. Right now they were in place, a steel wall he couldn’t penetrate. If he could access her eyes, he could aid her from a distance.

He had left her with a command to sleep, but there had been something, a small block in her mind that he couldn’t identify, and maybe that had kept his compulsion from working as it should have. He had to find a way around that shield in her mind in order to access her brain. She didn’t seem to be closing him out purposely, but he couldn’t get in.
MaryAnn. I can help you. Let me aid you.

They were connected, yet they weren’t. Her mind should have been open to him at will, yet he couldn’t penetrate that dense spot no matter how he tried. It made no sense, the on again, off again connection. He was an ancient, entirely capable of placing powerful beings under his control, yet not his own lifemate.

He could feel her fear for Jasmine. Her sense of determination. There was pain, but she was ignoring it, pushing it to one side as her mind worked frantically on a plan to get Jasmine away from the mage. He felt all of those things and more. He felt Jasmine’s emotions through MaryAnn, as if her connection with the other woman was as strong as a blood connection between Carpathians. Terror, regret, absolute determination to escape or die—Jasmine would not submit. MaryAnn was keenly aware of Jasmine’s resolve and redoubled her efforts to find a way to save the younger girl.

Because Manolito was touching MaryAnn’s mind, he felt the gathering of energy, a sudden surge within her brain. The air around him grew unstable. Wind shrieked, buffeting him and sending leaves and twigs spinning like missiles through the air. Lightning veined the clouds. Electricity sizzled and crackled. Below him, a branch snapped off a tree and plunged through the canopy, hurtling toward the ground. Power, uncontrolled, unstable and very dangerous, pulsed through the region.

MaryAnn narrowed her eyes as the mage spun to face her, pulling Jasmine in front of him, his fingers digging deep into Jasmine’s throat.

“Stop or I’ll kill her.”

She halted her forward progress, her stomach churning, anger welling into a hard, determined knot. She had come to the rain forest to help this girl and she would not fail. Jasmine had endured enough and it would stop
this minute.
MaryAnn longed for the abilities of a Carpathian, a way to let the wild wind take her high into the air and set her at the top of the tallest tree. Fury burned through her like a brand, and the mark over her breast pulsed in time to her heartbeat. She pressed her hand over the spot.
Manolito. I cannot stop it.