“I do not want it, nor am I powerful enough to keep it.”
“If not powerful enough, then how did you slay Oliver? He was a frightening force of nature.” The Traveler walked towards us with Balthasar in his wake. “How did you slay him?”
Jean-Claude didn’t back up this time. His hand tightened on mine, but he stood his ground. “He agreed not to call the earth against me.”
The vampire and his servant circled us like sharks. One circling left, the other right, so it was hard to keep an eye on both of them.
“Why would he limit his powers?”
“He had gone rogue, Traveler. Oliver wished to bring back the days when vampires were illegal. An earthquake might have destroyed the city, but it would not have been blamed on a vampire. He wanted to possess my vampires and cause a blood bath that would bring us back to being hunted. Oliver feared we would destroy all the humans eventually, and thus ourselves. He thought we were too dangerous to be allowed legal rights and freedom.”
“We received your report,” the Traveler said. He stopped by me. Balthasar stopped on the other side, closest to Jean-Claude. They were mirroring each other. I wasn’t sure if it was the vampire controlling his servant or just centuries of practice. “I knew Oliver’s ideas.”
I drew back against Jean-Claude. “Is it just vamps or can he take over humans, too?”
“You are safe from his intrusion, ma petite.”
“Great,” I said.
I stared at the Traveler, and it was frightening how easily I was beginning to think of this body as the Traveler and not Willie. “Why didn’t you stop Oliver, then?” I asked.
The Traveler sidled closer and closer until only the barest inch kept us from touching. “He was council. Council cannot fight to the death among ourselves. And nothing short of true death would have stopped him.”
“You let him come here, knowing what he planned to do,” I said.
“We knew he had left the country but not where he fled to or what his plans were.” The Traveler raised a hand towards my face. Balthasar did the same on his side for Jean-Claude. Willie’s small hand hovered near my face.
“You had declared him rogue,” Jean-Claude said. “Any vampire that found him could slay him without violating our laws. That is what rogue means.”
The Traveler traced the barest of touches down my face. A trembling, tentative touch. “So you thought we would not come to your door because you had saved us the trouble of hunting him down ourselves.”
“Oui.”
Balthasar had stopped caressing Jean-Claude’s face. He came to stand by his master. He watched the smaller man slide his hand along my face. Balthasar seemed puzzled, surprised. Something was happening, and I didn’t know what it was.
The Traveler cupped my chin in his hand. He turned my face to him. He slid his hand over my jaw, behind my neck, to run fingers in my hair.
I pulled away from him. “I thought you didn’t like girls.”
“I don’t.” He stood there, staring at me. “Your power is amazing.” His hand lashed out too quick to see, too quick to react. He had a handful of my hair, and his eyes, Willie’s eyes, met mine. I was shielding myself this time, prepared, but my heart still fell to my feet. I waited for that cold blackness to pull me under. Nothing happened. We stood there, inches apart, and they were just eyes. I could feel his power beating down his arm like a march of icy fingers, but it wasn’t enough.
He laid his hands on either side of my face almost as if he were going to kiss me. Our faces were so close that his next words seemed intimate, even though they weren’t. “I could force my gaze upon you, Anita, but it would be an expenditure of power that I might regret before dawn. You have injured Liv twice this night. I am healing her, but that too takes power.”
He stepped back from me, hugging himself as if he’d gotten more from touching me than just the feel of skin. He took three gliding steps to put himself face to face with Jean-Claude. “Her power is a heady thing. Something to wrap around your cold skin and warm your heart for all eternity.”
Jean-Claude let out a slow breath. “She is my human servant.”
“Indeed,” said the Traveler. “A hundred years ago I could invade you without touching your fair skin. Now I cannot. Has she given you this power?” He reached towards Jean-Claude’s face as he had mine.
I pulled Jean-Claude back, out of reach, and stepped between them. “He’s mine, no sharing.”
Jean-Claude slid his arm around me, holding me loosely at his side. “If you would leave us in peace, I would let Balthasar and any person you chose use me, but I will not willingly be your horse ever again, Traveler.”
Willie’s brown eyes stared up at Jean-Claude. There was a shrewdness, a frightening intensity, in those familiar eyes. “I am council. You are not. You will have no choice in the matter.”
“Are you saying that if he took the council seat, then you couldn’t hurt him?” I asked.
“If he is powerful enough to hold a council seat, then I should not be able to invade his lovely body, even were my lips pressed to him.”
“Let me test my understanding here. If he takes the council seat, you’ll still try and force yourself on him, because if you can force him, then he’s not powerful enough to be council? But if he doesn’t take the seat, you’ll do it anyway.”
The Traveler smiled beautifully at me, delight shining from his eyes, Willie’s eyes. “Quite true.”
“Why is everything with you people a freaking Catch-22? You don’t do business. You just do torture,” I said.
“Are you judging us?” he asked. His voice was suddenly lower and deeper than Willie’s throat should have been able to hold. He took that last step forward, and I was suddenly touching them both. Their power flared over me; it was like being in the middle of two different fires, but it didn’t burn. The Traveler’s power was like Jean-Claude’s, cool and swimming, a breath of mortality, the touch of the grave.
The power pulled a gasp from my throat and raised every hair on my body. “Back off!” I tried to shove him away from us, but he grabbed my wrist too quick to stop, almost too quick to see. The feel of his bare skin on mine sent a wave of numbing cold through my body, like a spear of ice. He jerked me away from Jean-Claude.
Jean-Claude caught my other wrist. The moment his hand touched my skin, the cold faded. His power swept through me like a flood of warm water, and it wasn’t his power. I knew the taste of this warmth. It was Richard. Jean-Claude was drawing on Richard’s power as I’d done earlier.
He chased the Traveler’s power out of me like summer heat on ice. It was the Traveler who released me. He stepped back rubbing his hand on his coat, as if it hurt. “Jean-Claude, you have been a very naughty boy.”
Jean-Claude drew me against him, one hand resting against my neck so that his fingers touched my skin. That electric warmth was still there playing over his skin and mine, and I knew in that moment that Richard had felt our urgency, our need.
15
A NOISE TURNED us all to the far hallway. I didn’t recognize the man. He was tall, slender, dark-skinned, maybe Hispanic, maybe something more exotic. He wore nothing but a pair of black satin pants with silver embroidery along the legs. He was dragging Willie’s lady love, Hannah, by one arm.
Her mascara had run in black tears down her face. Her expensive haircut still framed her face, still brought your eyes to her strong cheekbones and full lips. But her face was like a mask now, black tears, and burgundy lipstick smeared across her lower face like a wound.
The Traveler said, “Why have you brought her here, Fernando?”
“My father is as much council as you are, Traveler.”
“I do not dispute that.”
“Yet you forbid him to come to this first meeting.”
“If he is council, then let him bend me to his will.” The Traveler’s voice was mocking. “We are all council, but we are not all equal.”
Fernando smiled. He grabbed Hannah’s beaded blue
dress and tore it down her back. She screamed.
The Traveler swayed, putting a hand to his face.
“I’m going to fuck her,” Fernando said.
Balthasar strode towards them, but two leopards the size of ponies crawled from the hallway. One black, one yellow spotted, both big enough to tear him to pieces. They growled low and deep, moving on huge padded feet between Balthasar and Fernando.
Fernando grabbed Hannah around the waist, pulling her dress over her hips to expose pale blue garters. She turned and slapped him hard enough that he rocked back. She was as feminine as they come, but she was also a vampire and could have thrown him into the solid stone wall so that he stuck there.
Fernando hit her back. Blood spattered from her mouth in shining beads. She sat half-stunned on the floor. Fernando’s power boiled through the room as if he’d been holding it in check until now. Shapeshifter. Did he match the leopards that guarded his back? Maybe, but it didn’t matter what flavor he was. He picked Hannah up by the front of her dress, dragging her to her knees. He drew his hand back to hit her again.
I pulled the Browning out of the coat pocket. Willie collapsed to his knees on the floor. He stared up and said, “Angel-fangs.” He tried to stand and couldn’t. Jean-Claude picked him up under the arms and raised him easily.
Fernando hit Hannah again. A casual slap that rocked her head back and rolled her eyes to white. “He must truly love you to fight off the Traveler’s touch every time he sees you abused.”
Jean-Claude’s hand on my arm brought me back to myself. I had the Browning pointed at Fernando. I had to let out a breath to keep from pulling the trigger. The safety was off, and I didn’t remember doing it. Why Fernando and not the kitties? The wereleopards could close the distance in the blink of an eye, but I knew who the alpha was. Take out the leader, and the cats might go play somewhere else.
Jean-Claude supported Willie with one arm, the other still lightly on my arm, as if afraid what I’d do. “Fernando,” he said, “you’ve done what you set out to do. The Traveler is forced out, and it will take him a little time to find a second host. You can let Hannah go.”
Fernando grinned at us, white teeth bright in his dark face. “I don’t think so.” He dragged Hannah to her feet, arms around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides. He tried to kiss her. She turned her head and screamed.
Willie was standing on his own now. He pushed away from Jean-Claude. “No, I won’t let you hurt her.”
The black leopard dropped to its belly, crawling closer to Willie, to us.
“If we’re going to take them out, we have to do it now,” I said. Fernando first, then one of the leopards, if I had time. If not…one problem at a time.
“Not yet, ma petite. Fernando’s father, Padma, will not waste precious time tormenting the little ones. The Traveler will return too soon for that.”
“The Traveler won’t let me taste her once he returns,” Fernando said. He kept Hannah pressed to his body with one arm and raised her dress with the other.
“Does he seriously think we’re going to stand here while he rapes her?” I asked.
“My father is the Master of Beasts. You won’t stop me, for fear of his wrath.”
“You just don’t get it, do you, Fernando?” I pointed the gun very steadily at his head. “I don’t give a fuck who your daddy is. Let go of her, and tell your furry buddies to back off or I’m going to make your daddy a very unhappy vampire.”
“You don’t want me unhappy.” The voice caused my eyes to flick to the hallway beyond, but the gun didn’t move.
The vampire in the doorway was Indian, as in from India. He was even wearing one of those long combo coat-tunic things. It was gold and white and shimmered on the edge of my vision as he walked farther into the room. I kept my sights on his son. One monster at a time.
Jean-Claude let his hand drop away from my arm. He stepped behind me and to one side, careful not to block my shot. “Padma, Master of Beasts, greetings and welcome to my home.”
“Jean-Claude, Master of the City, greetings. Your hospitality has been beyond my wildest expectations.” He laughed then, but it was just a laugh. Theatrical and annoying, even sinister, but it didn’t make my skin jump.
“Tell him to let Hannah go,” I said.
“You must be Jean-Claude’s human servant, Anita Blake.”
“Yeah, nice to meet you. Now tell your son to let go of our vampire, or I’m going to put a really big hole in him.”
“You wouldn’t dare harm my son.”
It was my turn to laugh, short, abrupt, and not very funny. “Your son said almost the same thing. You are both so wrong.”
“If you kill my son, I will kill you. I will kill you all.”
“Fine, let me test my understanding. If he doesn’t let her go, what’s he going to do with her?”
Fernando laughed, and it was low and hissing. The laugh was enough. Somewhere in that lovely body was black fur and big button eyes; wererat. “I will have her because the Traveler has forbidden it, and my father has given her to me.”
“No,” Willie said. He took a step forward but Jean-Claude stopped him.
“No, Willie, this is not your fight.”
Fernando slid his hand over Hannah’s groin. Only Jean-Claude’s hand on Willie’s arm kept him from rushing the shapeshifters.
Hannah said, “Master, help me.”
“He can’t help you, child,” Padma said. “He can’t help any of you.”
I aimed two inches to the right of Fernando’s head. The shot echoed in the big room. The bullet bit into the stone wall. Everyone froze.
“The next bullet goes in Fernando’s skull.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” Padma said.
“You keep saying that. Let’s get something straight, Beast Master. Fernando is not raping Hannah. No way. I’ll kill him first.”
“Then I will kill you,” Padma said.
“Fine, but that won’t bring back your son, now will it?” I let the breath out of my body and felt that stillness spill through me. “Decide, Beast Master, decide.”
“I am the Master of Beasts,” he said.
“I don’t care if you’re Santa Claus. He lets her go or he dies.”
“Jean-Claude, control your servant.”
“If you can control her, Padma, be my guest. But take great care. Anita never bluffs. She will kill your son.”
“Decide,” I said softly, “decide—decide—decide—decide.” I wanted to shoot him. I really did, because I knew as surely as I was standing there that if I didn’t shoot him now, I’d have to shoot him later. He was too arrogant to leave it alone, too blinded by his own power to leave Hannah alone, and he couldn’t have her. That was a line he could not cross and live.
“Let her go, Fernando,” Padma said.
“Father,” the man sounded shocked.
“She will pull the trigger, Fernando. She wants to pull it. Don’t you, Anita?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Silver bullets, I assume,” Padma said.
“Never leave home without them,” I said.
“Let her go, Fernando. Even I cannot save you from a silver bullet.”
“No, she’s mine. You promised.”
“I’d listen to your dad, Fernando.”
“Do you disobey me, my son?” There was a tone in Padma’s voice that sent a rush of warm air through the room. The beginnings of anger. Something was flung over my skin, a backwash of power, but it wasn’t vampiric power, not exactly. He wasn’t trying to control Jean-Claude. It had a taste of warmer blood, an electric dance that said lycanthrope. Which wasn’t really possible. A vampire can’t be a lycanthrope, and vice versa.
Fernando cringed, clutching Hannah to him like a doll, hiding his face in her yellow hair. “No, Father, I would never disobey you.”
“Then do as I say.”
Fernando flung Hannah backwards. She scrambled to Willie. He took her in his arms, touching the blood on her face, blotting at
it with the silken handkerchief.
I lowered the gun.
Fernando pointed a dark hand at me. “Maybe I’ll ask for you to be my pet.”
“Tough talk, rat-boy. Let’s see if you’re man enough to back it up.” I was baiting him. I realized that I wanted him to rush me. I wanted an excuse to kill him. Not good. Not good. I had to calm down or I was going to get us killed.
The black leopard, taller at the shoulders than my waist, started creeping towards me. It was belly to the ground, muscles tensed and rippling. The gun just shifted to it. “Don’t try it.”
“Elizabeth,” Padma said.
The name startled me. I’d seen Elizabeth in human form once, sort of from a distance. She was one of the local wereleopards. I’d assumed, until that moment, that the leopards were part of the entourage that Padma had brought with him. If Elizabeth was local, the other leopard might be, too. The only thing I was sure of was that it wasn’t Zane or Nathaniel. Other than that, it could have been anybody. But Zane acknowledging me as his alpha had saved him from being here. If Zane had been alpha, then beating him would have given me all the leopards, and none of them would have been here. Or that was the theory. With me being merely human and not a lycanthrope, the Master of Beasts might still have called the kitties. But I would have tried to keep them safe. I wondered if Elizabeth had tried.
She snarled at him, at me, at everyone. Her fangs were ivory-white, and at less than ten feet, impressive as hell. This close, even a real leopard might have gotten to me before I could fire a killing shot. You aren’t supposed to hunt big game with a handgun.
The leopard took another belly crawl forward. “Elizabeth.” That one word flung outward burned along my skin and made me gasp. The leopard came up short like she’d hit the end of her leash. She rolled on the floor, struggling, slashing the air.
“She hates you, Anita,” Padma said. His voice was normal now, conversational, but whatever he was doing to the wereleopard was still happening. I could feel it like ants marching down my skin. Ants with red-hot pokers in their little hands.
I glanced at Jean-Claude, wondering if he could feel it. His face was blank, empty, unreadable. If he felt the pain, it didn’t show.
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