[Anita Blake 15] - The Harlequin

by Laurell K. Hamilton

  “She’s a spy?” I made it a question.

  “I know she’s enjoying dating your Jason, but yes, she’s a spy. My father will accept and encourage that I’ve been a gentleman about everything, but my mother will lose patience with it.”

  “We can send Perdita back when you go,” Richard said.

  “She’s spying on me, not on you.”

  “Your mom doesn’t trust you not to fudge on this,” I said.

  “No, she doesn’t. She knows how much I want to avoid her doing anything that will force my father to kill her. He adores her, but if she forces sex on me or my brothers he will do what he vowed. He will slay the woman he loves above all others. It would destroy him, and our family.”

  “You have been most patient,” Jean-Claude said.

  I wanted to argue, but couldn’t. I nodded. “You have been.”

  “So just like that he gets to fuck you,” Richard said.

  I sighed. “You’ve done so well today, Richard. Don’t spoil it.”

  “And how would you feel if I picked one of the women here in the underground to have sex with while you fuck Sampson?”

  I looked at him. I thought of several things to say, none of them helpful.

  “You wouldn’t like it, would you?” he said.

  “No,” I said, not sure what else to say.

  “Then don’t expect me to enjoy sharing you.”

  “I don’t expect you to like it, Richard. I don’t think Jean-Claude likes it either, or Micah.” I looked at Nathaniel. I both frowned and smiled.

  “I like sharing,” he said, with a smile.

  “Good for you,” Richard said. “I don’t.”

  “You’re having sex with the human women you’re dating,” I said.

  “Some of them, yes I am.”

  “You’re doing that by choice; I’m doing this because I have to.”

  “You’ll still enjoy it,” he said.

  “Would it make you happier if the sex were bad?”

  “Yes.” He stood up, and let me finally see that he was wearing nice jeans and a red T-shirt. He’d probably refused fetish wear, and I didn’t think he had any dress clothes here. “Yes, it would make me feel better if I didn’t know you’d enjoy it.”

  “I don’t know what to say to that, Richard, I really don’t.”

  “I’m not having sex with anyone but Anita, and I don’t have a problem with this,” Micah said.

  “No, of course you don’t, because you’re perfect,” Richard said.

  Micah looked at me, as if asking how much fight to have.

  “Don’t fight,” I said. “Let’s eat, then we’ll talk about what to say to Rafael.”

  “And just because she says ‘don’t fight,’ you won’t fight, will you?” Richard asked.

  “Usually, no,” Micah said.

  “Sometimes, Micah, I hate you,” Richard said.

  “Right back at you,” Micah said with a smile.

  Richard’s power slapped along my skin like tiny bites of heat. But Micah was closer, and when his power flared, too, it was like standing too close to an open oven. “Stop it, both of you.”

  “Mon chat, mon ami, we do not have time for this.”

  “I am not your friend,” Richard said. “I am your wolf to call, but that does not make us friends.”

  Jean-Claude took a deep breath, let it out, and went very still. Still in that way that the old ones could go, so that you felt if you looked away they’d vanish, even though they were standing right there. His voice when it came was neutral, pleasant, in an empty, impersonal way. “As you like, Richard. Mon chat, and mon lupe, we do not have time for this.”

  Richard turned toward him, his power filling up the room like hot bathwater that had gotten out of hand. You thought you were having a nice relaxing bath, and suddenly you were drowning. My pulse sped up, and the wolf inside me stirred.

  I closed my eyes and started breathing, deep and even, breathing from the soles of my feet to the top of my chest. Deep cleansing breaths, to still that movement deep inside me. To isolate me from what Richard was doing. It was his power, not mine. I did not have to respond to it. Part of me believed that, but part of me knew better. His power and mine had married too tightly.

  “Don’t call me that,” Richard said.

  “If you are only my wolf to call and you are not my friend, then what else can I call you?” Jean-Claude’s voice was very flat when he said it. I realized suddenly that he was angry, too. Angry at Rafael? Angry at the Harlequin? Angry at everything?

  “Not that, not just wolf.”

  “You take insult where none is intended, but if you will find insult where none is meant, then perhaps I should try harder to insult on purpose.”

  The sound of the heavy outer door banged loud in the charged silence. It made me jump. “Rafael is here,” Claudia said. Her voice managed to sound relieved and worried all at the same time, as if she was happy to cut the fight short, but worried what her king would do.

  Richard was glaring at Jean-Claude, and the vampire was finally letting his anger show on his face when Rafael walked through the far drapes. Rafael was tall, dark, and handsome. There was absolutely nothing wrong with the six-foot, darkly Hispanic man in his nicely cut business suit. He’d left the tie off, so that the white dress shirt framed the hollow of his neck like an invitation. That last thought didn’t sound like my own. I glanced at Jean-Claude, wondering if it was his. He’d fed on someone’s blood today, I could tell that much, but I knew that sometimes he lusted after powerful blood the way that other men lusted after pretty women. What I hadn’t known until that moment was that he lusted after Rafael as food.

  Another surprise was behind him. Louie Fane, Dr. Louis Fane, teacher of biology at Washington University, and live-in boyfriend of one of my best friends. Ronnie, Veronica, Sims would probably have told me boyfriend sounded too junior high school. She’d have probably preferred the term lover, but it was my interior dialogue so I could use the words I wanted. Besides, Ronnie’s continuing campaign to make her and Louie’s relationship about sex and not emotion was her problem, not mine. Though sometimes she made it mine.

  Louie was five foot six, slender, but not weak looking. Today his arms were covered, but when they were bare fine muscles played in his forearms. His hair was straight and dark, and cut short, freshly so, because I’d seen him only last week and it had been past his ears; now it wasn’t. His face was softly squared, almost the only hint that his mother had been from Ecuador. That and the black eyes, darker even than my own.

  I was surprised to see Louie. Don’t know why; he was Rafael’s second-in-command. How did a mild-mannered college prof get to be second banana in an animal group made up mostly of mercs and ex-criminals? By being smart, and not nearly as soft as he looked.

  “Rafael, King of the Rodere of St. Louis, welcome,” Jean-Claude said. The formality of the greeting set the tone.

  “Jean-Claude, Master of the City of St. Louis, I am honored that you have invited me into your home.” His gaze went to Richard. “Ulfric of the Thronnos Rokke Clan, friend and ally, thank you for seeing me so early in the day.”

  I was close enough to hear the sharp intake of breath, and I thought Richard would say something that went with that almost violent breath, but he let the air out slowly. It shuddered a little on its way out, and he spoke almost normally. “Rafael, King of Rats, friend and ally, there’s plenty of food, help yourself.”

  “Thank you,” Rafael said, and some tension I hadn’t realized was there went out of his broad shoulders, as if he’d worried about Richard’s reaction, too.

  Louie went to Richard, and they did that guy handshake/hug, where you grip forearms and sort of bump shoulders. I heard him say, “Sorry about this.”

  If Richard said anything, I didn’t hear it because Micah was talking to Rafael. “Are the leopards so unimportant that you do not even greet their king or queen?”

  Of all the people in the room, I hadn’t expected
problems from Micah. From the look on Rafael’s face, him either. “I meant no disrespect, Nimir-Raj.”

  “Yes, you did,” Micah said.

  “Micah…,” I said.

  He shook his head at me. “No, Anita, we can’t let an insult like this go. We can’t.”

  Richard said, “You finally find something worth fighting for, Micah?”

  He gave Richard a cold look. “What would you do if Rafael had ignored you and greeted every other leader in the room?”

  Anger flashed over Richard’s face, then smoothed out. “I wouldn’t like it.”

  “Jean-Claude, you need to teach your cats better manners,” Rafael said.

  That got my attention, and not in a good way. I moved to stand by Micah. Nathaniel moved up with us, though a little behind us. We were king and queen; you didn’t stand in front of the royalty, even if you were living with them.

  “We aren’t pets,” I said.

  “You are Jean-Claude’s human servant, and the leopards have no connection to the Master of the City except through you, Anita. They are not linked directly to the vampires of this city.”

  I felt movement around us as the bodyguards shifted nervously. Rafael didn’t even look at them. I did. I looked at Claudia, and she actually blushed. “Whose side are you on if the flags go up?” I asked.

  “Do you actually believe you could challenge me?” Rafael said, and he sounded amused. I ignored him and kept my gaze on Claudia. Micah had his attention on Rafael, and I knew he’d let me know if I needed to look at the big man.

  “Come on, Claudia, Fredo, talk to me. You’re our bodyguards, but he’s your king. If it goes bad, can we depend on you, or not?”

  “They are my people,” Rafael said. “They owe their loyalty to me.”

  I finally looked at him. It was not a friendly look. “Then they need to leave this room, now. We need hyena and wolves in here, now.”

  “They are no match for my people,” Rafael said.

  “Maybe not, but at least I can trust who they’ll jump for.”

  Clay had hit his radio and was relaying my request.

  Rafael looked at Jean-Claude. “Are the leopards in charge here, Jean-Claude? It is what I had heard, but I had not believed it.” He had turned away from us as if we didn’t matter.

  I had a horrible urge to draw my gun, but knew I’d never get it out in time. Not with Claudia and Fredo in the room. And besides, I wouldn’t really shoot him over an insult, and you never draw a gun unless you’re willing to use it. I wasn’t willing to use it, but I was really wanting a way to wipe that arrogance off Rafael’s face.

  Wolves and hyenas spilled into the room, at a run. We now had more of our people in the room than we did wererats. The tightness in my stomach eased a little.

  “Rafael,” Richard said, “why are you doing this?”

  “Doing what?” he asked. “Treating the leopards as the lesser power they are supposed to be?”

  Richard let his face show the surprise he felt. “Are you purposefully trying to bait Anita?”

  “I have come to negotiate with the Master of the City and his triumvirate of power. His animal to call and his human servant.”

  “I’m also the leopard’s queen, and they are my animal to call,” I said. “You can’t insult one half of my power base while you try to negotiate with the other.”

  “Exactly,” Rafael said.

  “What?” I asked.

  “You have made your point, Rafael,” Jean-Claude said.

  I looked from one to the other. “Not to me, he hasn’t.”

  “I’m confused, too,” Richard said.

  “I have worked for years to build the wererats into a force to be reckoned with, bargained with, a force not to be treated lightly. Though I may dislike Narcissus, he, in his own way, has also built the werehyenas up into a force to be reckoned with.” He motioned at us, the only three leopards in the room. “The leopards were the playthings of the wolves when Raina was their lupa. Gabriel, the leader of the leopards, was her pawn. Then Anita killed both of them. She became lupa to the wolves and tried to protect the leopards. I was happy that the leopards had a true protector, someone who did not just use them. No group deserves the treatment that they suffered at Gabriel’s hands.” He walked toward us, slowly, nothing menacing in that movement, but I fought an urge to step back. Somehow I wasn’t sure I wanted him that close to me, to us.

  Rafael spoke as he moved calmly toward us. “Then Anita became more than just a human with extraordinary powers. By all accounts she may truly be a shapeshifter one of these moons.”

  “So what?” I asked. “So what if I finally turn furry for real?”

  “Leopard is not Jean-Claude’s animal to call, it is yours. Yet you are not a vampire. You are leopard queen, but not a wereleopard. The wolves’ lupa, but not a werewolf. Now the lions are yours to call. If Joseph and his pride would only give you someone worthy to choose, you would have another animal to bind to you. The lions are weaker even than the leopards, but if you find a mate among them, they will move up, they will be powerful, and they do not deserve it.”

  I was beginning to see what his point was, and I even understood why he’d put himself forward as food. “You do everything according to the rules,” I said, “and then this metaphysical wild card comes out of nowhere and suddenly animal groups that are weak by your standards have more ties to Jean-Claude. The leopards are a small group, but they’re intimate with the vampires, so they’re powerful. You think the same thing will happen with the lions.”

  “Yes,” Rafael said.

  “You are serious about being Anita’s pomme de sang,” Richard said, “because it’s the only way you can see getting closer to the power structure.”

  Rafael nodded and looked at the other man. “I am sorry, my friend, but if I cannot guarantee my people’s safety through strength of arms and traditional methods, then I am willing to whore myself for their safety.”

  “I do not hold the leopards above you in esteem,” Jean-Claude said.

  “If there was a choice between saving the rats and saving the leopards, who would you choose?”

  “There will not be a choice like that,” Jean-Claude said.

  “Perhaps not, but there might be a choice between the hyenas and the rats. Narcissus is not my friend, and now Asher’s animal to call is his people.”

  “Asher is not master here,” Jean-Claude said.

  “No, but you love him, have loved him for centuries. That is a powerful bond, Jean-Claude. If Asher whispered sweetly enough, would you deny him and his animals? Or would you side with him over my people?”

  “Are you planning on challenging the hyenas to a war?” Jean-Claude asked it almost jokingly. But I knew that tone of voice; it was the tone he used when he was worried he was right.

  “No, but we are not animals, any of us,” Rafael said.

  “Our master would not start a war with you, rat king.” This from Remus.

  Rafael shook his head. “You are one of the reasons that I fear a war, Remus. When your Oba, your leader, was only recruiting martial artists and weight lifters, pretty muscle that had never known a real fight without referees, I did not worry, but you are the real thing, Remus. He has hired several ex-military, ex-police.”

  “He did that because of what happened when Chimera took over his men,” I said. “Narcissus learned the difference between a bouncer and a soldier. He learned it the hard way. He lost a lot of his men to Chimera.”

  “And you killed Chimera for him,” Rafael said, giving me all the attention of those dark eyes.

  “I killed him for all of us. He wouldn’t have left the rats alone either.”

  Rafael came to stand in front of us. I fought the urge to grab Micah’s hand. Rafael hadn’t done anything threatening, just being six feet tall and standing over us. Usually tall didn’t intimidate me, but there was something about him today. Something bad.

  “We were too powerful for Chimera to attack, and he did no
t hold rat lycanthropy in his body.”

  “He tried to take over several groups that he didn’t hold the lycanthropy for,” I said.

  “If I had any liking for men, I’d offer myself to Jean-Claude and be done with it.”

  I didn’t even try to keep the shock off my face. I did grab Micah’s hand, as if the world had gotten shaky and I needed something to cling to. Rafael did not say things like this.

  “But men do not interest me, so I do the next best thing. I offer myself to you, Anita. Because you protect those in your bed. And something about you brings power to your lovers. I do not understand it, but Nathaniel is the perfect example of one of the least wereanimals becoming something so much more, just because of you, Anita.”

  Nathaniel moved to touch my shoulder. I jumped, then eased into the touch, and a little away from this strange version of Rafael. He was afraid. I could feel it.

  “What has Narcissus done to make you think your rats are in danger?” Jean-Claude said.

  Rafael glanced at him. “What have you heard?”

  “Nothing. I give you my word of honor that I have heard nothing, but you are cautious and thoughtful. This is not like you, Rafael; only something serious, and dangerous, could make you come to us like this.” Jean-Claude sat down on the couch and said, “Sit with us, eat, and tell us what Narcissus has said or done to make you willing to say such things to ma petite.”

  Rafael closed his eyes, his hands in fists. “Your word of honor that you don’t know. Then it can’t be true.”

  “What cannot be true, mon ami? Talk to us. We are allies and friends; posturing and threats do not become us.”

  Micah pulled me away from Rafael and closer to the food. We weren’t backing away from the rat king; we were just going to eat. Sure, but it saved face, and I was hungry. No matter what emergency was happening, I still hadn’t even had coffee. One of the side effects of the ardeur and the almost-lycanthropy was that I couldn’t not eat. Not without consequences, like sex I’d regret later, or having my body almost tear itself apart because it couldn’t decide what animal it most wanted to be.