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against the ring of security guards, calling for Barack and tossing a pair of red silk panties in his direction.
The underwear landed almost in Syndil's lap. She picked them up gingerly by the tips of her thumb and
forefinger, studied them for a moment, then, with absolutely no expression on her face, tossed them onto
the neck of Barack's guitar. To the audience, red panties seemed to fly straight up into the air at him.
They roared with delight, coming to their feet once again.
Syndil rose with her casual grace and started off the stage. At once Barack moved, cutting off her
retreat. To the audience it simply appeared as if he had stepped away from Dayan with his back to them,
his hips swaying provocatively. Several girls screamed louder, trying to rush the stage. Barack played his
guitar solo for several chords, the music swelling, cresting like a wave racing toward shore, then crashing
onto the sand. The audience was electric with intensity, yet every Carpathian's attention was on the scene
taking place between the male and female.
Syndil glared at Barack, her body rigid with anger. Her eyes blazed at him. "You have no right to tell me
what to do or where to go. As you pointed out earlier, you are not my brother. Darius is the leader, and
he has not said that I must stay and watch you entertain these adoring women." She waved a disdainful
hand at the screaming row of girls.
"Do not push me this time, Syndil," Barack warned softly, a growl rumbling deep in his throat. "I do not
care what Darius has said or not said to you. You will not leave my sight until I know you are completely
safe. In this matter you will obey me."
For a moment Syndil faced him in silent rebellion. It was impossible to guess what she was going to
decide to do.
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"Please, Syndil," Desari said softly, persuasively, "we have an audience. Do not give Barack any reason
to go berserk on us."
Syndil blinked once, her long lashes fanning her high cheekbones. Her large eyes moved over Barack
with faint haughtiness. She swung her long hair over her shoulder and seated herself for the second set,
her back to Barack. There was something regal about the way she held herself.
Barack finished his guitar solo, his body once more relaxed, but his eyes remained hard and watchful.
Desari flashed a quick, relieved smile Julian's way. Dayan's guitar joined Barack's and Desari's voice
soared into the air, bringing the spectators to their feet. Syndil began tapping her foot to the rhythm of the
music. It was entirely involuntary, the first time she had responded to their music since the savage attack
on her. She had always been musical, easily playing any instrument set before her, usually the keyboard
and drums. The group had explained her absence to their fans by saying she had taken an extended
vacation and would return soon.
Desari inwardly breathed a small sigh of relief. It was the first sign in a long while that Syndil might find a
way to come back to them, to herself. Perhaps her love of music would bring her back. While her mind
turned the matter over, her voice continued to keep the audience mesmerized. And it suddenly occurred
to her that while she had had family close by all her life, Julian had been totally alone. To guard his
brother in the best way he knew, to guard his people, he had been always alone.
Not anymore, Julian drawled, his voice a purring caress.As you are my responsibility now, I suppose
I have no other choice but to help your brother protect and guide this pack of fools. What I should
be doing is hauling your beautiful little butt out of here. The Carpathian Mountains are our
homeland. It is where we all belong, not here among so many mortals . In truth he was beginning to
like the feeling of belonging to a family, of belonging to Desari.
Baby. She whispered it in his mind like the stroke of her fingers along his skin. Teasing. Loving. Their
own private world.
Julian swallowed hard. His face was a mask of indifference, aloof, his hard, watchful eyes surveying the
crowd mercilessly, yet inside he was melting with the warmth only she could produce in him.
Chapter Fourteen
Julian took Desari's hand and walked her out into the forest. The concert had seemed endless, and there
had been so many people to talk with after the performance. Well-wishers, reporters, fans far too
many people for Julian's liking. It went on for most of the night. Now he allowed the peace of the
mountains and the night breeze to push away the sounds of the crowd and the crush of so many humans
pushing close to his lifemate. He was not altogether certain he would survive this life she insisted on. It
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