There are flashes of red around him, also around the boy, Elisabeta informed him.
Do you see it in anyone else in this room? Concentrate on the healer. Really look at him. Do you see anything at all off about him? Ferro hadn’t detected anything, but Elisabeta was very sensitive. She picked up the slightest nuance when he didn’t.
Elisabeta took her time, studying Gary while he was preoccupied, doing his best to keep Tariq from ripping Josef’s head off.
I do not detect anything at all different about him. He gives off a powerful energy, but not a violent one. He is capable of great violence, but so are you. No one else in the room has those flashes of red that I can see.
Gary, Elisabeta is seeing red flashes around both Tariq and Josef. Whatever infected Sandu and Dragomir has also gotten to the two of them, Ferro reported, allowing Sandu and Benedek to hear as well.
Gary waved his hand at Josef, stopping the young Carpathian in his tracks as he aggressively took several steps toward Tariq. The boy froze, his expression one of belligerence. He would have been a lot more hostile if he could have seen that the healer had removed his piercings in an effort to help calm Tariq.
Allow Elisabeta to flow with you into Tariq’s mind, Ferro instructed Gary.
The healer hesitated. He was second-in-command to Tariq, sworn to protect him. Ferro was an extremely dangerous man, one few—if any— could best in a fight. Opening Tariq up to him, even through Elisabeta, could be construed as betrayal. On the other hand, Gary’s soul was tied to Ferro’s. Ferro could always use that entry to anyone Gary had a blood-bond with.
Tariq didn’t seem to care that Josef was frozen in place. He let out another roar and threw the chair toward the boy. Gary blocked it in midair. That only served to make Tariq angrier. Gary opened his mind to Elisabeta.
Immediately she flowed into the healer, Ferro merged with her. He wasn’t about to allow her to go anywhere without him. She was that same light breeze, moving toward the bright red streaks that were slashed across the front of Tariq’s brain like a canvas of rage. Ferro could see that Gary was doing his best to study the streaks, to find their origin. Ferro did as well. They seemed to be burned across Tariq’s amygdala, the part of his brain that handled emotions. The red slashes reached to the prefrontal cortex, the part of the brain responsible for judgment. Tariq had that in abundance and the burns were hindering his ability to control the rage, although he was fighting it with his natural character.
Elisabeta’s soft breeze moved through Tariq’s mind, a gentle stream that carried just a hint of her scent, that natural fragrance that brought such peace. She was a soothing balm impossible to ignore. Like in Sandu and Dragomir, the burns began to thin and then dissipate. There were so many more of the angry slashes than had been in either of the other two ancients, and instinctively she seemed to know to take the one away from Tariq’s prefrontal cortex to aid him in fighting the rage. Once he was able to get his judgment back, Tariq’s leadership would come to the forefront. He would aid them in his recovery. Ferro had every faith in him.
Ferro could see the burns were etched a little deeper into Tariq’s brain, as if they’d had more time to take hold. He stayed quiet, watching the healer examine the burns closely in the amygdala area of Tariq’s brain while Elisabeta continued to slowly and gently dissolve the angry red slashes as if they were mere paint marks that could be erased from a canvas. Her presence was calming enough that even the brilliant red dulled in color over the amygdala.
Ferro called up the images of Dragomir’s brain. The burns hadn’t been nearly as deep or as numerous as in Sandu’s brain. None had been on the prefrontal cortex. All the slashes of red had been concentrated on the region that controlled emotion. In Sandu, there had been quite a few more burns and much deeper scoring across the amygdala, but again, none on the prefrontal cortex.
That is not so, Ferro, Elisabeta corrected. When I first entered, there were several surface burns I erased before moving to the worst burns.
Ferro was a little shocked at the ease she displayed communicating with him only. There was no elevation in energy at all. No one would know she was talking to him. He doubted that Gary, who was sharing a mind merge with them, would know she was that adept.
You found burns on the prefrontal cortex of Sandu’s brain but not on Dragomir’s?
On both, but Dragomir had barely any and not at all deep. Sandu had surface burns, but more than Dragomir, she explained.
Ferro turned her clarification over in his mind, trying to figure out what it meant. The entire time she had had that very calm discussion with him she had never stopped that sweet, soothing breeze that swept gently through Tariq’s mind, pushing at the deep scores of red slashes across his brain. The deeper burns were stubborn, but she kept at them, just filling him with her gentle presence and restful, relaxing aura so that it was impossible to feel anything but composed and tranquil. Sharing Tariq’s mind as he was with her, Ferro felt that same serenity.
Elisabeta might not think of herself as powerful, but her gift was astounding. Carpathians healed by shedding their egos and bodies to become only spirit. Elisabeta was selfless by nature. She didn’t need to shed her physical body. She didn’t have an ego when she was helping others. That was when she was completely confident in herself. She gave without thought of what she would get back or the consequences to herself. She simply gave.
She was also adept at reading others. She had to be. She had been a prisoner for centuries and she had to know exactly what her captor was thinking or feeling at any given moment to stay ahead of him. She relied on emotions and subtle feelings, unlike Carpathian hunters. Ferro considered that. He had a huge asset in his lifemate. Whatever was happening to his fellow Carpathians, she had a better chance of picking up the nuances that might lead to the discovery of its origins. Gary was already indicating that he could find no shadow, no blemish that might signal a vampire had planted a threat against them.
The last of the red slashes was gone and still Elisabeta continued to fill Tariq’s mind with her healing fragrance and that gentle breeze. Ferro moved closer to see what she was doing. When he did, Gary did as well. It was difficult to stay apart from one’s body for so long and give unconditionally. It took a toll. Both would have left the leader and moved back into their own bodies believing Tariq healed.
On closer inspection of Tariq’s brain, Ferro could see the scoring from the burns was deeper than he’d thought. There were no longer the angry red slashes, but the pitting was deep and worrisome.
Can she heal scars like that? Gary asked Ferro.
Ferro had no idea. You will have to ask her. He found his lifemate fascinating. Alluring. Her spirit was so pure and beautiful to him.
Gary didn’t interrupt her with questions, he simply stayed in the background like Ferro, watching her flood that deep scoring with cool, fresh, pure energy. By turns, scents of Italian bergamot and rare camellias vied with sandalwood and vetiver. Next it would be orange or lime, the fragrance so subtle it was barely there, but carried on that faint breeze that was ever present.
Ferro was a little shocked when he saw the deep burn marks slowly disappearing as if they had never been. It didn’t make sense. What had she done? Just willed the scarring away? No one healed that way. She was patient, taking her time until there was no evidence of any damage at all on Tariq’s brain. Then she was gone, and Ferro went with her, slipping back into the room.
Elisabeta felt light and insubstantial, as if she might slip away from him at any moment. Sandu was there instantly, holding out his wrist to her. Even in her need, she tipped her head up, her dark eyes meeting Ferro’s as if asking for permission or needing him to command her to take sustenance from another male.
Take his blood, piŋe sarnanak. You are so pale you look as if you might disappear.
She did as he instructed, politely taking what Sandu offered. Benedek gave Ferro blood while Maksim offered Gary his wrist. Tariq sat quietly at the table, his eyes on the young Carpathian boy still standing frozen in place by the healer’s command. There was a look of belligerence on Josef’s face.
Tariq waited until the three finished feeding before he spoke. “Clearly, whatever infected Sandu and Dragomir infected Josef and me as well. Have you any idea what it is, or how it is getting to us?” He looked across the table to Elisabeta. “Thank you, Elisabeta. I owe you a great deal. All three of you, but clearly, you seem to be able to deal with the violence this infection is causing.”
Elisabeta attempted a small smile but Ferro could feel how uncomfortable she was with the spotlight on her.
“Gary might be better at explaining what is happening than I am,” Ferro said, more to shift the attention away from Elisabeta than for any other reason. “Elisabeta, when you feel ready, you and I will do our best to aid young Josef.”
“Before you do, I’d like to see just how deep the burns are and where they are on him as well,” Gary said. “Tariq, did you train with Josef? Use his tablet?”
Tariq shook his head. “No, I’ve been using these programs from the time they were first developed. Josef actually wrote some of the software programs a year or so ago, and I trained myself to use them by the tutorials.”
Show-off, Sandu whispered into Ferro and Elisabeta’s shared merge.
Elisabeta’s expression didn’t change, but Ferro felt the amusement flare briefly in her mind and he was grateful to Sandu. Elisabeta really was uncomfortable in the presence of the others, even when they were saying things complimentary. He knew she just wanted to go back to their home and be alone with him. He was grateful. He felt the same way.
“Sandu, you and Dragomir both used the tablet and trained on the same program?”
Sandu nodded. “We compared notes. It really was not as difficult as it seemed at the time. We pulled the knowledge out of Josef’s mind and then went over it several times. It seemed easy enough. Neither one of us could figure out why we had problems with it.”
“This evening, Tariq,” Gary continued. “How did the trouble start between you and Josef?”