“Gregori must have researched the mystery of why there’ve been no female children for centuries. Surely he must have found a reason after all this time. At least he must have a few ideas.” Shea itched to come up with a hypothesis of her own. She suddenly wanted to talk to Gregori, hear all the data he had collected over the centuries.

“He certainly has worked on it. Maybe it will help for the two of you to get together and hash it out,” Raven said tactfully. “But you know, Shea, none of the information on our people can fall into the wrong hands. Any documentation on our race can be dangerous. For the good of our people, you must destroy all your research.”

“It isn’t as if I came up with any data on Carpathians, Raven. I never even considered such a race of people. I was looking for an answer to a blood disorder. I knew people in this region had long been accused of being vampires. I think a lot of legends have a grain of truth in them somewhere, so it stood to reason something was going on here. That and the fact that my father was from this area made me decide to come here and see what I could find out. Honestly, Raven, there’s nothing in my records to indicate a separate species of people with the kind of power these Carpathians wield. Everything is purely medical.”

“It’s still dangerous to us. If it falls into the hands of these so-called scientists, they might figure things out.” Raven put a hand on Shea’s arm. “I’m sorry, I know your records probably represent years of work, but, really, the work was for yourself, and you have the answers to your questions.”

“The work was for all those people who have the same blood disorder as I do.”

“It isn’t a blood disorder, and they don’t need a cure. They’re a totally separate species, not human, and they have evolved into a very efficient species. They work hard and contribute much to society, but they would never be accepted by the human race. If you want to do medical research, then research a real problem, like why we can’t carry babies to term. Why our babies die. Why our women don’t conceive female children. That would be an invaluable service. Believe me, all Carpathians would be eternally grateful. I would be grateful.” She put her hands protectively over her stomach. “If I do carry this baby to term, I couldn’t bear to lose her after her birth.” Raven suddenly sat up straight. “I bet you could do it, Shea—find the answer for all of us. I bet you could.”

“Do something Gregori has failed to do after all these years? I doubt it. He seems very thorough to me.” Shea was skeptical.

“Gregori was the one who came up with the idea about human psychic women, and I’m certain he’s right. You and your mother support his theory. He also thinks there’s something in the Carpathian woman’s chemistry that makes it nearly impossible for the female chromosome to beat out the male.”

“Wouldn’t you know he’d think it was the woman,” Shea sniffed contemptuously. “More than likely the men determine the sex, just like in humans, and they just can’t produce girls.” She grinned at Raven. “The men bring about their own destruction.”

Raven laughed. “Mikhail would never let me speak to you again if he could hear us. He thinks I’m too independent and disrespectful already.” She shrugged carelessly. “It’s probably true, but it’s a lot of fun. I love the way he gets that pained look on his face. He’s so cute.”

“Cute? I’ll bet he likes that description.” Shea got up and restlessly paced the floor. She was feeling uneasy without Jacques’ touch and didn’t want Raven to notice it. He had withdrawn only a short time ago, yet she felt uncomfortable, more than simply uneasy. She longed for the comfort of his mind touch. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I should destroy these papers. I’d hate to think that disgusting Don Wallace would find a way to use them against anyone. That man is a sociopath. I mean it, Raven, he’s truly sick.”

Reluctantly Shea began to gather up reams of paper and carry them to the fireplace. Her notebooks she hesitated over. She had collected a tremendous amount of folklore, beautiful stories really, along with scientific data. She hated to lose them. Taking a huge breath, she tossed them into the hearth as well and threw a match in after them.

She had to fight back tears. They seemed to burn her eyes and clog her throat until it was nearly impossible to breathe. And she knew it wasn’t just losing the papers; it was Jacques’ absence from her mind. She felt utterly alone, desolate. She found it harder and harder to concentrate without his presence. When had she become so needy?She hated the feeling of emptiness, barrenness. Where was he? Maybe something had happened to him. Maybe he was dead and had left her completely alone.

“Shea!” Raven said sharply. “Snap out of it. You aren’t alone. Nothing is wrong with Jacques. It’s amazing his silence is affecting you so severely when you’ve only been out of contact a short time.”

Shea rubbed her arms, suddenly cold. Her stomach was rebelling, and it was still hard to catch her breath. “I guess it’s because Jacques never leaves me. He can’t take being alone.”

Raven’s eyes widened. “Never?”

Shea shook her head. “I thought it would drive me crazy at first. Most of the time I didn’t recognize it, but he would know things I was thinking, and I would realize he’d been in my mind the entire time. He was alone so long, he needed constant contact with me to keep him sane.”

“This must be terrible for him,” Raven said. “To break contact with you, he must be in the middle of something big. Mikhail is blocking me out, too, and so is Gregori. But don’t you worry, we’ll be fine together. And we would still know if something were to happen to them.”

Shea powered up the generator so she could turn on her computer. She felt very uneasy, restless, even alarmed. “Raven, you don’t feel something is wrong, do you?” She typed in her password and waited for her files to appear on the screen.

“No, but I’m used to touching Mikhail occasionally for reassurance and letting him go. We’ve been together long enough to develop a kind of routine. I touch him, and whether or not he allows me into his mind, I know he’s there. You could try that.”

Shea concentrated for a moment on giving the commands to destroy her data. With a sigh she paced back to Raven. “It’s not that kind of uneasiness. It’s something else. At first I thought it was because I wasn’t touching Jacques’ mind, but I don’t think so anymore. I have the feeling something evil is watching us.”

Raven sent her mind seeking, scanning the surrounding woods carefully. There were deer a mile away. The three Carpathian men were even farther afield. “Rabbits, fox, wolves several miles out, but nothing scary that I can detect,” she assured her softly.

Shea picked up the shotgun and cracked it open to make certain it was loaded. “I feel almost sick, Raven. Something’s out there.”

“It’s the separation from Jacques. The first time it happened with Mikhail and me, I almost didn’t make it through the night. Honestly, Shea, separation is very difficult at the best of times, let alone in the morning hours when we’re growing weaker and we know the men are in danger. We may have been human, but we are their lifemates. Naturally we miss their mind touch.”

Shea wanted to believe her, but, just as she had felt an evil presence in the forest, she felt they were in danger now. She looked at Raven. This woman was important to all of them. Shea had promised Gregori she would keep Raven safe, and she was not about to be unprepared. “Maybe,” she agreed softly. Nevertheless, she walked to the door, opened it, and stepped onto the porch to survey the woods.

Nothing. The rain drove down harder, and in the distance Shea could hear the rumble of thunder. Lightning flashed in the sky. She found herself shivering, and her finger absently sought the trigger on the gun. Annoyed with herself, she went back inside, set the shotgun beneath the window, and worked at controlling herself. Her behavior was unacceptable to her. She could not believe she needed Jacques so much that she would be physically ill and have such an impression of danger because she was without his mind touch. Shea did not want to think it was an illusion, a trick of her mind, yet it seemed the lesser of two evils.