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Chapter 8~9

  8

  Dessert was raspberry-chocolate cheesecake. A triple threat to any diet plan. Truthfully, I preferred my cheesecake straight. Fruit, except for strawberries, and chocolate just muddied the pure cream cheese taste. But Jean-Claude liked it, and dessert took the place of the wine I'd refused to order with dinner. I hated the taste of alcohol. So Jean-Claude's choice of dessert. Besides, the restaurant did not serve plain cheesecake. Not artistic enough, I guess.

  I ate all the cheesecake, chased the last chocolate curl across the plate, and pushed it away. I was full. Jean-Claude had laid his arm across the tablecloth, rested his cheek on his arm, and closed his eyes, swooning, trying to savor every last taste. He blinked at me, as if coming out of a trance. He spoke, head still resting on his arm, "You have left some whipped cream, ma petite. "

  "I'm full," I said.

  "It is real whipped cream. It melts on the tongue and glides across the palate. "

  I shook my head. "I am done. If I eat any more, I'll be sick. "

  He gave a long-suffering sigh and sat back up. "There are nights when I despair of you, ma petite. "

  I smiled. "Funny, I think the same thing about you sometimes. "

  He nodded his head, making a small bow. "Touche, ma petite, touche. " He stared off past my shoulder and stiffened. The smile didn't fade from his face. It was wiped clean. His face was its blank unreadable mask. And I knew without turning around that someone was behind me, someone he feared.

  I managed to drop my napkin, and picked it up with my left hand. With my right hand I drew the Firestar. When I sat back up, the gun was in my hand in my lap. Though shooting up Demiche's seemed like a bad idea. But hey, it wouldn't be the first bad idea I'd had.

  I turned to see a couple walking towards us through the tables and crystal. The woman looked tall until you got a glimpse of the heels she was wearing. Stiletto, four inches. I'd have broken my ankle trying to walk in them. The dress was white, square necked, form-fitting, and more expensive than my entire outfit, even if you threw in the gun. Her hair was a white-blond so pale it matched the dress and the simple white mink stole curled around her shoulders. The hair was piled in a mound atop her head with a sparkle of silver and the crystal fire of diamonds to frame the hair like a crown. She was chalk-white, and despite the expert makeup I knew she hadn't fed yet tonight.

  The man was human, though there was a thrumming energy to him that made me want to take back the human part. He was tanned that wonderful rich brown that olive skin can manage. His hair was a luxuriant curling brown, shaved short on the sides, but done so it fell in curls near his eyes. The eyes were pure brown and watched Jean-Claude steadily, joyously, but it was a dark joy. He was dressed in a white linen suit, complete with silk tie.

  They stopped at our table like I knew they would. The man's handsome face was all for Jean-Claude. I might as well have not been there. He had very strong features, from high cheekbones to an almost-hooked nose. An inch either direction and his face would have been homely. Instead, it was striking, compelling, handsome in an utterly masculine way.

  Jean-Claude stood, hands loose at his side, face beautiful and empty. "Yvette, it has been a long time. "

  She smiled wonderfully. "A very long time, Jean-Claude. You remember Balthasar?" She touched the man's arm, and he obligingly slid it around her waist. He planted a chaste kiss on her pale cheek. He looked at me then for the first time. It wasn't a look I'd ever gotten from a man. If it had been a woman, I'd have said she was jealous. The vampire's English was perfect. Her accent was pure French.

  "Of course, I remember him," Jean-Claude said. "Time spent with Balthasar was always memorable. "

  The man turned back to Jean-Claude then. "But not memorable enough to keep you with us. " He, too, sounded French, but there was an undercurrent of some other language. It was like mixing blue and red and getting purple.

  "I am master of my own territory. It is what everyone dreams of, is it not?"

  "Some dream of a seat on the council," Yvette said. Her voice was still mildly amused, but there was an undercurrent now, like swimming in dark water when you know there are sharks.

  "I do not aspire to such lofty heights," Jean-Claude said.

  "Really?" Yvette said.

  "Truly," Jean-Claude said.

  She smiled, but her eyes stayed distant and empty. "We shall see. "

  "There is nothing to see, Yvette. I am content where I am. "

  "If that is so, you have nothing to fear from us. "

  "We have nothing to fear regardless," I said. I smiled when I said it.

  Both of them looked at me as if I was a dog that had done an interesting trick. I was really beginning not to like either of them.

  "Yvette and Balthasar are envoys of the council, ma petite. "

  "Bully for them," I said.

  "She doesn't seem very impressed with us," Yvette said. She turned full-face to me. Her eyes were greyish-green, with tiny flecks of amber dancing round the pupils. I felt her try to suck me under with those eyes, and it didn't work. Her power raised goose bumps on my skin, but she couldn't capture me with her eyes. She was powerful, but she wasn't a master vampire. I could feel her age like an ache in my skull. A thousand years, at least. The last vamp I'd met who was that old had cleaned my clock. But Nikolaos had been Master of the City, and Yvette would never be that. If a vamp hadn't attained master status in a thousand years, she, or he, was never going to. A vamp gained power and abilities with age, but there was a limit. Yvette had reached hers. I stared into her eyes, let her power tickle across my skin, and wasn't impressed.

  She frowned. "Impressive. "

  "Thanks," I said.

  Balthasar stepped around her and went to one knee in front of me. He put one hand on the back of my chair and leaned into me. If Yvette wasn't a master, then he wasn't her human servant. Only a master vampire could make a human servant. Which meant he belonged to someone else. Someone I hadn't met yet. Why did I get the feeling I'd be meeting that someone soon?

  "My master is a council member," Balthasar said. "You have no idea what kind of power he wields. "

  "Ask me if I care. "

  Anger flared across his face, darkening his eyes, making his grip on my chair tight. He laid his hand on my leg just above my knee and started to squeeze. I'd played with the monsters long enough to know what supernatural strength feels like. His fingers dug into my flesh, and I knew he could keep squeezing until muscle popped and he bared my bones to the air.

  I grabbed his silk tie and pulled him close, and shoved the barrel of the Firestar into his chest. I watched the surprise chase across his face from inches away.

  "Bet I can blow a hole in your chest before you can crush my leg. "

  "You wouldn't dare. "

  "Why not?" I asked.

  A touch of fear flowed through his eyes. "I am the human servant of a council member. "

  "Not impressed," I said. "Try door number two. "

  He frowned at me. "I don't understand. "

  "Give her a better reason not to kill you," Jean-Claude said.

  "If you shoot me here in front of witnesses, you will go to jail. "

  I sighed. "There is that. " I jerked him close enough that our faces almost touched. "Take your hand off my knee, slowly, and I won't pull this trigger. Keep hurting me, and I'll take my chances with the police. "

  He stared at me. "You would do it, you really would do it. "

  "I don't bluff, Balthasar. Remember that for future reference, and maybe I won't have to kill you. "

  His hand eased, then moved slowly away from me. I let him move back, his tie sliding through my hand like a fishing line. I eased back in my chair. The gun had never made it out from under the tablecloth. We'd been the soul of discretion.

  The waiter came over anyway. "Is there a problem?"

  "No problem," I said.

  "Please bring our check," Jean
-Claude said.

  "Right away," the waiter said. He watched a little nervously while Balthasar got to his feet. Balthasar smoothed down the wrinkles in his linen pants, but there's only so much you can do with linen. It really isn't meant to be knelt in.

  "You have won the first round, Jean-Claude. Be careful that it does not become a Pyrrhic victory. " Yvette said. She and Balthasar left without ever taking a table. Guess they weren't hungry.

  "What's going on?" I asked.

  Jean-Claude sat back down. "Yvette is a council toady. Balthasar is the human servant of one of the most powerful council members. "

  "Why are they here?"

  "I believe it is because of Mr. Oliver. "

  Mr. Oliver had been the oldest vampire I'd ever met. The oldest one I'd ever heard hinted at. He'd been a million years old, no joke, a million years, give or take. For all those with a head for prehistory, yes, that does mean he wasn't Homo sapiens. Homo erectus,and able to walk around during the day, though I never saw him cross direct sunlight. He'd been the only vamp to ever fool me for even a few moments into thinking he was human, which is nicely ironic, since he wasn't human at all. He'd had a plan to take out Jean-Claude, take over the vamps in the area, and force them to slaughter humans. Oliver had thought a slaughter like that would force the authorities to make vamps illegal again. He thought vampires would spread too quickly with legal rights and take over the human race. I'd sort of agreed with him.

  His plan might have worked if I hadn't killed him. How I managed to kill him is a long story, but I'd ended up in a coma. A week unconscious, gone, so close to death that the doctors didn't know how I survived. Of course, they hadn't been too clear on why I was in a coma to begin with, and no one felt like explaining vampire marks and Homo erectusvampires.

  I stared at Jean-Claude. "The crazy son of bitch that tried to take you out last Halloween?"

  "Oui. "

  "What about him?"

  "He was a council member. "

  I almost laughed. "No way. He was old, older than sin, but he wasn't that powerful. "

  "I told you he agreed to limit his powers, ma petite. I did not know who and what he was at first, but he was the council member known as the Earthmover. "

  "Excuse me?"

  "He could cause the earth to shake by his power alone. "

  "No way," I said.

  "Yes way, ma petite. He agreed not to cause the earth to swallow the city because it would be blamed on an earthquake. He wanted the bloodletting to be blamed on vampires. You remember his plan was to drive vampires back to being illegal. An earthquake would not do that. A bloodbath would. No one, not even you, believes that a mere vampire can cause an earthquake. "

  "Damn straight, I don't. " I stared at his careful face. "You're serious. "

  "Deadly serious, ma petite. "

  It was too much to take in all at once. When in doubt ignore and be terribly unimpressed. "So we took out a council member, so what?"

  He shook his head. "There is no fear in you, ma petite. Do you understand what danger we are all in?"

  "No, and what do you mean the 'danger we are all in'? Who else is in danger besides us?"

  "All our people," he said.

  "Define 'all,' " I said.

  "All my vampires, anyone that the council considers ours. "

  "Larry?" I asked.

  He sighed. "Perhaps. "

  "Should I call him? Warn him? How much danger?"

  "I am not sure. No one has ever slain a council member and not taken their place. "

  "I killed him, not you. "

  "You are my human servant. The council sees all that you do as an extension of my actions. "

  I stared at him. "You mean anyone I kill is your kill?"

  He nodded.

  "I wasn't your servant when I killed Oliver. "

  "I would keep that bit of knowledge to ourselves. "

  "Why?"

  "They may not kill me, ma petite, but a vampire hunter who killed a council member would be executed. There would be no trial, no hesitation. "

  "Even though I'm your human servant now?"

  "That might save you. It is one of our most stringent laws not to destroy another's servant. "

  "So they can't kill me because I'm your servant. "

  "But they can harm you, ma petite. They can harm you so very much that you may wish for death. "

  "You mean torture?"

  "Not in a traditional sense. But they are masters at finding that which terrifies you most and using it against you. They will use your desires against you and twist everything you are into a shape of their choosing. "

  "I've met master vampires that could sense your heart's desire and use it against you. "

  "Everything you have seen of us before, ma petite, is like a distant dream. The council is the reality. They are the nightmare on which we are all based. The thing that even we fear. "

  "Yvette and Balthasar didn't seem that scary to me. "

  He looked at me. There was no expression on his face. It was a mask, smooth, pleasant, hidden. "If they did not frighten you, ma petite, it is only because you do not know them. Yvette is a toady of the council because they are powerful enough to give her a ready supply of victims. "

  "Victims? You aren't talking about human prey, are you?"

  "It can be human. But Yvette is considered perverted even by other vampires. "

  I wasn't sure I wanted to know, but . . . "Perverted in what ways"

  He sighed and looked down at his hands. They lay very still on the tablecloth. It was like he was pulling away from me. I could see the walls clicking back into place. He was rebuilding himself into Jean-Claude, Master of the City. It was a shock to realize that there had been a change. It had been so gradual that I hadn't realized that with me, on our dates, he was different. I don't know if he was more himself or more what he thought I wanted him to be, but he was more "relaxed," less guarded. Watching him put on his public face while I sat across from him was almost depressing.

  "Yvette loves the dead. "

  I frowned at him. "But she's a vampire. That's redundant. "

  He stared at me, and it wasn't a friendly look. "I will not sit here and debate with you, ma petite. You share my bed. If I were a zombie, you would not touch me. "

  "That's true. " It took me a handful of seconds to understand what he'd just said. "Are you telling me that Yvette likes to have sex with zombies, real rotting corpses?"

  "Among other things, yes. "

  I couldn't keep the disgust off my face. "Good Lord, that's . . . " Words failed me. Then I found a word. "She's a necrophiliac. "

  "She will use a dead body if nothing else is available, but her true joy is the rotted animated corpse. She would find your talent most appealing, ma petite. You could raise her an unending stream of partners. "

  "I wouldn't raise the dead for her amusement. "

  "Not initially," he said.

  "No, not under any circumstances. "

  "The council has a way of finding circumstances that can force you to do almost anything. "

  I watched his face and wished I could read it. But I understood. He was hiding from them, already. "How deep is the hole we're in?"

  "Deep enough to bury us all, if the council chooses. "

  "Maybe I shouldn't have put the gun up," I said.

  "Perhaps not," he said.

  The check came. We paid. We left. I made a stop at the ladies' room on the way out and retrieved the gun. Jean-Claude took my car keys, so I wouldn't have to handle anything but the gun. It was a short walk from bathroom to door. Black gun against a black dress. Either no one noticed, or no one wanted to get involved. What else was new?

  9

  The parking lot was a dark expanse of shining blackness with pools of light spotlighting gleaming cars. Jaguars, Volvos, and Mercedes were the dominant species in the lot. I caught a glimpse of my Jeep at the far
end of a line. I lost sight of it as we walked between the cars. Jean-Claude held my car keys cupped in his hand so they didn't rattle as he moved. We weren't holding hands, or anything else now. I had the Firestar in a two-handed grip, pointed at the ground, but ready. I was scanning the parking lot. My eyes flicking back and forth. I wasn't coy about it. A cop would have known what I was doing from yards away. I was searching for danger, searching for targets.

  I felt both silly and nervous. The skin across my bare shoulders was trying to crawl down my spine. It was silly, but I'd have felt better in jeans and a shirt. More secure.

  "I don't think they're out here," I said softly.

  "I'm sure you are right, ma petite. Yvette and Balthasar have delivered their message and run back to their masters. "

  I glanced at him before turning my attention back to the parking lot. "Then why am I in combat mode?"

  "Because the council travels with an entourage. We have not seen the last of them tonight, ma petite. Of that, I can promise you. "

  "Great. "

  We came around the last cars between us and my Jeep. There was a man leaning against the Jeep. The Firestar was just suddenly pointing at him. No thinking, just paranoia--oh, sorry, caution.

  Jean-Claude froze beside me, utterly motionless. The old vampires can do that-just seem to stop, stop breathing, stop moving, stop everything. As if, if you looked away, they might just disappear.

  The man leaned on the back of my Jeep in profile. He was in the middle of lighting a cigarette. You'd have thought he hadn't seen us, but I knew better. I was pointing a gun at him. He knew we were there. The match flared, showing one of the most perfect profiles I'd ever seen. His hair shone golden in the light, shoulder-length, thick waves to frame his face. He tossed the match to the pavement with a practiced flick of his hand. He took the cigarette from his mouth and raised his face skyward. The street light played along his face and golden hair. He blew three perfect smoke rings and laughed.

  That laugh trailed down my spine as if he'd touched me. It made me shiver, and I wondered how the hell I'd thought he was human.

  "Asher," Jean-Claude said. That one word was spoken without emotion, empty of meaning. But it was all I could do not to look at Jean-Claude's face. I knew who Asher was, but only by reputation. Asher and his human servant, Julianna had traveled with Jean-Claude across Europe for a couple of decades. They'd been a menage a trois, the closest thing Jean-Claude had had to a family since he became a vampire. Jean-Claude had been called away to his dying mother's bedside. Asher and Julianna had been taken by the Church. Read witch-hunters.

  Asher turned and gave us his right profile. The street light that had caressed the perfection of his left side seemed harsh now. The right side of his face looked like melted candle wax. Burn scars, acid scars, holy water. Vampires couldn't heal damage done by holy objects. The priests had had a theory that they could burn the devil out of Asher one drop of holy water at a time.

  I kept the gun on him, solid, no wavering. I'd seen worse, recently. I'd seen a vampire whose face had rotted away on one side. An eye had been rolling in a bare socket. Compared to that, Asher was a GQcover boy. The thing that made the scarring worse somehow was that the rest of him was so perfect. It made it worse somehow, more obscene. They'd left his eyes pure, and the midline of his face, so his nose, the fullness of his mouth, sat in a sea of scars. Jean-Claude had saved him before the zealots killed him, but Julianna had been burned as a witch.

  Asher never forgave Jean-Claude for the death of the woman they both loved. In fact, last I'd heard, he was asking for my death. He would kill Jean-Claude's human servant as revenge. The council had refused him up until now.

  "Step away from the Jeep, slowly," I said.

  "Would you shoot me for leaning against your car?" He sounded amused, pleasant. The tone in his voice, the way he chose his words, reminded me of Jean-Claude when I'd first met him. Asher pushed to his feet using just his body. He blew a smoke ring at me and laughed again.

  The sound slithered across my skin like the touch of fur, soft and feeling--oh, so slightly--of death. It was Jean-Claude's laugh, and that was unnerving as hell.

  Jean-Claude took a deep, shuddering breath and stepped forward. He didn't block my line of sight though, and he didn't tell me to put the gun down. "Why are you here, Asher?" His voice held something I'd seldom heard, regret.

  "Is she going to shoot me?"

  "Ask her yourself. I am not the one holding the gun. "

  "So it is true. You do not control your own servant. "

  "The best human servants are those that come willingly to your hand. You taught me that, Asher you and Julianna. "

  Asher threw the cigarette on the ground. He took two quick steps forward.

  "Don't," I said.

  His hands were balled into fists at his side. His anger rode the night like close lightning. "Never, never say her name again. You don't deserve to speak her name. "

  Jean-Claude gave a shallow bow. "As you wish. Now, what do you want, Asher? Anita will grow impatient soon. "

  Asher stared at me. He looked at me from head to toe, but it wasn't sexual, though that was in there. It was like he was looking me over, like I was a car he was thinking of buying. His eyes were a strange shade of pale blue. "Would you really shoot me?" He turned his head so that I couldn't see the scars. He knew exactly how the shadows would fall. He gave a smile that was supposed to melt me into my socks. It didn't work.

  "Cut the charm and give me a reason notto kill you. "

  He turned his head so that a sheet of golden hair spilled over the right side of his face. If my night vision had been worse, it might have hidden the scars.

  "The council extends their invitation to Jean-Claude, Master of the City of St. Louis, and his human servant, Anita Blake. They request your presence this night. "

  "You may put up the gun, ma petite. We are safe until we see the council. "

  "Just like that," I said. "Last I heard, Asher here wanted to kill me. "

  "The council refused his request," Jean-Claude said. "Our human servants are too precious to us for them to agree. "

  "Very true," Asher said.

  The two vampires stared at each other. I expected them to try vampiric powers on each other, but they didn't. They just stood there, looking at one another. Their faces gave nothing away, but if they'd been people and not monsters, I'd have told them to hug and make up. You could feel their pain on the air. I realized something I hadn't before. They had loved each other once. Only love can turn to such bitter regret. Julianna had been their link, but it hadn't just been her they loved.

  It was time to put the gun up, but irritatingly, I'd have to flash the parking lot. I was really going to have to invest in more dressy pants suits. Dresses just sucked for concealed carry.

  There was no one else but the three of us in the parking lot. I turned my back on both of them and raised the dress enough to put up the gun.

  "Please, don't be modest on my account," Asher said.

  I smoothed the dress into place before I turned around. "Don't flatter yourself. "

  He smiled, and the look on his face was amused, condescending, and something else. That "something else" bothered me. "Modest. Were you also chaste before our dashing Jean-Claude found you?"

  "That's enough, Asher," Jean-Claude said.

  "She was a virgin before you?" He made it a question and then threw his head back and laughed. He laughed until he had to lean against the Jeep to steady himself. "You, wasted on a virgin. It is simply too perfect. "

  "I wasn't a virgin, not that it's any of your damn business. "

  The laughter stopped so abruptly, it was startling. He slid down to the ground, sitting on the dark pavement. He stared up at me through a curtain of golden hair. His eyes looked strange and pale. "Not virginal, but chaste. "

  "I've had enough games for one night," I said.

  "The gam
es are just beginning," he said.

  "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

  "It means, ma petite, that the council await us. They will have many games for us to play, none of them pleasant. "

  Asher rose to his feet like he'd been pulled by strings. He stood, brushing himself off. He settled his black overcoat more solidly into place. It was hot for a long coat. Not that he would necessarily care, but it was odd. Vamps usually tried to blend in better than that. Made me wonder what was underneath the coat. You could hide a pretty big gun under an ankle-length coat. I'd never met a vampire that carried a gun, but there was always a first time.

  Jean-Claude had said we were safe until we reached the council, but that didn't mean Asher couldn't pull a weapon then and blow us away. It had been beyond careless to put up my gun without patting Asher down first.

  I sighed.

  "What is wrong, ma petite?"

  Asher was a vampire. How much more dangerous could he be with a gun? But I couldn't do it. "Let me test my understanding. Is Asher going to ride in the car with us to the meeting?"

  "I must, to give you directions," Asher said.

  "Then lean against the Jeep. "

  He frowned at me in an amused, condescending sort of way. "Excuse me?"

  "I don't care if you're the second coming of the Antichrist, you can't sit behind me in my own car until I know you're not carrying a weapon. "

  "Ma petite, he is a vampire. If he is sitting behind you in a car, he is close enough to kill you without a gun. "

  I shook my head. "You're right. I know you're right, but the point isn't logic, Jean-Claude. The point is that I simply can't let him in the car behind me without knowing what's under the coat. I just can't. " It was true. Paranoid, but still true.

  Jean-Claude knew me better than to argue. "Very well, ma petite. Asher would you be so kind as to face towards the Jeep. "

  Asher smiled brilliantly at both of us, flashing fang. "You want to pat me down? I could rip you into pieces with my bare hands, and you're worried I have a gun?" He chuckled, a low, skin-prickling sound. "That is so very cute. "

  Cute? Me? "Just do it, please. "

  He turned to face the Jeep, still laughing softly.

  "Hands on the hood, feet apart. " I got out the gun one more time. Maybe I should just carry it on a chain around my neck. I pressed the barrel into his spine. I felt him stiffen under my hands.

  "You are serious about this. "

  "Absolutely," I said. "Feet further apart. "

  He shifted, but it wasn't enough.

  I kicked his feet apart until his balance was off-center and started searching him one-handed.

  "Dominant, very dominant. Does she like to be on top?"

  I ignored him. More surprising, so did Jean-Claude.

  "Slower, slower. Hasn't Jean-Claude taught you not to rush?" He drew in a breath at the appropriate moment. "Oooh, that's nice. "

  Yes, it was embarrassing, but I searched him top to bottom. There wasn't a damn thing to find. But I felt better. I stepped back until I was out of reach and put the gun up.

  He was watching over his shoulder. "Do the panties match the bra?"

  I shook my head. "You can stand up now. "

  He stayed against the car. "Don't you need to strip-search me?"

  "In your dreams," I said.

  He stood, smoothing his coat back into place. "You have no idea what I dream, Anita. " I couldn't read the look on his face, but the look was enough. I didn't want to know what Asher saw when he closed his eyes at the break of day.

  "Shall we go?" Jean-Claude said.

  "Are you so eager to throw your life away?" Asher asked. The anger returned with a rush, chasing out the amused teasing gallant.

  "The council will not kill me tonight," Jean-Claude said.

  "Are you so sure?"

  "It is their own laws that have forbidden those of us in the United States to fight amongst ourselves until the law has passed or failed to pass in Washington. The council wants us to remain legal in this country. If they break their own rules, no one else will obey them. "

  Asher turned full face into the light. "There are worse things than death, Jean-Claude. "

  Jean-Claude sighed. "I did not desert you, Asher. What can I say to convince you of the truth? You can taste the truth in my words. I came to you as soon as I knew. "

  "You have had centuries to convince yourself of what you want the truth to be, Jean-Claude. Wanting it to be true doesn't make it so. "

  "So be it, Asher. But I would undo whatever you think I have done, if I could. I would bring her back if I could. "

  Asher held up his hand as if he could push the thought away. "No, no, no! You killed her. You let her die. You let her burn to death. I felt her die, Jean-Claude. I was her master. She was so afraid. To the last she thought you would come save her. I was her master and I know that her last words were your name. "

  Jean-Claude turned his back on Asher. The other vampire closed the distance between them in two striding steps. He grabbed Jean-Claude's arm and swung him around. The street light showed tears on Jean-Claude's face. He was crying for a woman who had been dead over two hundred years. It was a long time for tears.

  "You never told me that before," Jean-Claude said softly.

  Asher pushed him away hard enough that he stumbled. "Save your tears, Jean-Claude. You'll need them for yourself and for her. They've promised me my revenge. "

  Jean-Claude touched the back of his hand to the tears. "You can't kill her. They won't allow that. "

  Asher smiled, and it was most unpleasant. "I don't want her life, Jean-Claude. I want your pain. " He walked around me, circling like a shark. I moved with him and knew he was too close. If he rushed me, I'd never get the gun out in time.

  "You've finally given me what I need to hurt you, Jean-Claude. You love someone else at last. Love is never free, Jean-Claude. It is the most expensive emotion we have, and I am going to see that you pay in full. " He stood in front of Jean-Claude, hands in fists by his side. He was trembling with the effort not to strike out. Jean-Claude had stopped crying, but I wasn't sure he'd fight back. In that moment I realized he didn't want to hurt Asher. Guilt is a many splendored thing. Problem was, Asher wanted to hurt him.

  I stepped between them. I took a step forward. Asher was either going to have to step back or we'd be touching. He stepped back, staring down at me as if I'd just appeared. He'd forgotten me for just a second.

  "Love isn't the most expensive emotion, Asher. " I said. I took another step forward, and he retreated another step. "Hate is. Because hate will eat you up inside and destroy you, long before it kills you. "

  "Very philosophical," he said.

  "Philosophy's great," I said. "But remember this: don't ever threaten us again. Because if you do, I'll kill you. Because I don't give a fuck about your tortured past. Now, shall we go?"

  Asher stared at me for a few heartbeats. "By all means. I cannot wait to introduce you to the council. "

  He meant it to be ominous, and it was. I didn't want to go and meet the bogeymen of vampirekind, but we were going. One thing I'd learned about master vampires. You can run, but not far enough. You can even hide, but not forever. Eventually, they catch you. And master vampires don't like to be kept waiting.