Chapter 18
Chapter 18
Stirling and Co. were gone when we trudged down off the mountain. We drove the Jeep back to the hotel. I was frankly surprised they hadn't taken the Jeep with them and left us to walk. Stirling didn't strike me as a man who liked having guns pointed at him. But then, who does?
Larry's room was first down the hall. He hesitated with his room card in the lock. "You think the rooms are paid for tonight, or do we pack?"
"We pack," I said.
He nodded, and shoved the card in its little slot. The door handle turned, and in he went. I went to the next door and put in my own card. There was a connecting door between the rooms. We hadn't unlocked it, but it was there. Personally I liked my privacy, even from my friends. And especially from my coworkers.
The room's silence flowed around me. It was wonderful. A few minutes of quiet before I faced Bert and told him all that money had just flown the coop.
The room was a suite with an outer room and a separate bedroom. My apartment wasn't much bigger. There was a bar set into the left-hand wall. Being a teetotaler, that was a real plus for me. The walls were a soft pink with a delicate pattern of gilt-edged leaves, the carpet a deep burgundy. The full-sized couch was a purple so dark it looked nearly black. A love seat matched it. Two armchairs were done in a purple, burgundy, and white floral pattern. All exposed wood was very dark and highly polished. I had suspected I had some kind of honeymoon suite until I saw Larry's room. It was nearly a mirror of mine, but done in shades of green.
A cherrywood desk that looked like a genuine antique sat against the far wall. The connecting door was beside it but opened opposite so you wouldn't accidentally bump the desk. Monogrammed stationery graced the desk, along with a second telephone line for your modem I guess.
I don't know if I'd ever stayed in a room this expensive. I doubted seriously if Beadle, Beadle, Stirling, and Lowenstein would want to pick up the tab now.
A sound jerked me around. The Browning sort of materialized in my hand. I was staring down the barrel at Jean-Claude. He stood in the doorway leading to the bedroom. The shirt had long, full sleeves that had been gathered in three puffs down the length of the arm to end in a spill of cloth that framed his long, pale fingers. The collar was high and tied with a white cravat that spilled lace down the front of him tucked into a vest. It was black and velvety with pinpricks of silver on it. Thigh-high black boots fit his legs like a second skin.
His hair was nearly as black as the vest, making it hard to tell where the curls ended and the velvety cloth began. A silver and onyx stickpin that I'd seen before pierced the white lace at his chest.
"Well, ma petite, are you going to shoot me?"
I was still standing there with the gun pointed at him. He had not moved. He had been very careful to do nothing that could be taken as threatening. His blue, blue eyes stared at me. Serious, waiting.
I pointed the gun at the ceiling and let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. "How the hell did you get in here?"
He smiled then, and pushed away from the doorjamb. He walked into the room with that wonderful gliding motion of his. Part cat, part dancer, part something else. Whatever the "else" was, it wasn't human.
I put the gun away, though I wasn't sure I wanted to. It made me feel better having it in my hand. Trouble was, a gun wouldn't help me against Jean-Claude. Oh, if I was going to kill him it would, but that's not what we were doing lately. Lately we were--dating. Can you stand it? I wasn't sure I could.
"The desk clerk let me in. " His voice was very mild, amused, whether with himself or with me it was hard to tell.
"Why would he do that?"
"Because I asked him to. " He walked around me like a shark circling its prey.
I didn't turn with him. I stared straight ahead and let him circle me. It would only amuse him if I kept him in sight. The hairs at the back of my neck stood up. I took a step forward and felt his hand fall back. He'd been about to touch my shoulder. I didn't want him to touch me.
"You used mind tricks on the desk clerk?"
"Yes," he said. That one word was full of so much more. I turned towards him so I could see his face.
He was staring at my legs. He raised his face to mine, and somehow that one quick gaze took in my entire body. His midnight blue eyes looked even darker than usual. We weren't sure how I was able to meet his gaze. I was beginning to suspect that being a necromancer had more fringe benefits than just being good with zombies.
"Red becomes you, ma petite. " His voice had grown softer, deeper. He moved closer to me, not touching. He knew better than that, but somehow his eyes showed where his hands wanted to be. "I like this very much. "
His voice was soft and warm, and far more intimate than his words. "Your legs are wonderful. " His words were growing softer. A whisper in the dark that hovered around my body like a line of warmth. His voice was always like that, touchable. He still had the best voice I'd ever heard.
"Stop it, Jean-Claude. I'm too short to have wonderful legs. "
"I do not understand this modern obsession with height. " He ran his hands just above my hose, so close I could almost feel it like a breath of warmth against my skin.
"Stop it," I said.
"Stop what?" His voice was utterly mild, harmless. Ri-ight.
I shook my head. Asking Jean-Claude not to be a pain in the ass was like asking rain not to be wet. Why try?
"Fine, flirt all you want, but keep in mind that you're here to save the life of a young boy. A young boy who may be being raped while we sit here and waste time. "
He sighed deeply and walked towards me. Something must have shown on my face because he sat down in the other chair, not trying to come closer. "You have a habit, ma petite, of taking all the fun out of seducing you. "
"Yippee," I said. "Now, can we get down to business?"
He smiled his lovely, perfect smile. "I had arranged to meet with the Master of Branson tonight. "
"Just like that," I said.
"Isn't that what you wanted me to do?" he asked. His voice held that amused edge again.
"Yeah. I'm just not used to you giving me exactly what I ask for. "
"I would give you anything you wanted, ma petite, if you would only let me. "
"I wanted you out of my life. You don't seem to want to do that. "
He sighed. "No, ma petite, I do not want to do that. " He let it go at that. No accusations about me wanting to be with Richard instead of him. No vague threats on Richard's life. It was sort of odd.
"You're up to something," I said.
He turned, eyes wide, long fingers pressed to his heart. "Moi?"
"Yeah, you," I said. I shook my head and let it go. He was up to something. I knew him well enough to know the signs, but I also knew him well enough to know that he wouldn't tell me until he was good and ready. Nobody kept a secret like Jean-Claude, and nobody else had as many of them. There was no deceit in Richard. Jean-Claude lived and breathed it.
"I've got to change and pack before we can leave. "
"Change your lovely red skirt, why? Because I like it?"
"Not just that," I said, "though admittedly it's a plus. I can't wear my inner pants holster with the skirt. "
"I will not argue that having a second gun will help our show of force tomorrow night. "
I stopped and turned. "What do you mean, tomorrow night?"
He spread his hands wide. "It is too close to dawn, ma petite. We cannot even drive to the master's lair before the sun rises. "
"Dammit," I said softly and with feeling.
"I did my part, ma petite. But even I cannot stop the sun from rising. "
I leaned against the back of the love seat, hands gripping the edge hard enough to hurt. I shook my head. "We're going to be too late to save him. "
"Ma petite, ma petite. " He knelt in front of me, staring up at me. "Why does this boy bother you so very much? Why
is his life so precious to you?"
I stared down into Jean-Claude's perfect face, and had no answer. "I don't know. "
He laid his hands on top of my hands. "You're hurting yourself, ma petite. "
I moved my hands out from under his, crossing my arms over my stomach. Jean-Claude remained kneeling, a hand on either side of me. He was entirely too close to me, and I was suddenly very aware of how short the skirt was.
"I have to go pack," I said.
"Why? Don't you like your room?" Without moving, he seemed closer somehow. I could feel the line of his body against my legs like heat.
"Move," I said.
He leaned backwards, sitting on his heels, forcing me to move past him. The hem of my skirt brushed his cheek as I walked past. "You are such a pain in the ass. "
"So nice of you to notice, ma petite. Now, why are you leaving this lovely room?"
"A client's paying for the room, and he's not a client anymore. "
"Why ever not, ma petite?"
"I pulled a gun on him. "
His eyes widened, his face a perfect mask of surprise. The mask slipped and he stared at me with ancient eyes. Eyes that had seen much but still didn't know what to make of me. "Why would you do that?"
"They were going to shoot a man for trespassing. "
"Was he trespassing?"
"Technically, yeah. "
Jean-Claude just looked at me. "Does he not have the right to protect his own land?"
"No, not if it means killing people. A piece of land isn't worth killing over. "
"Protecting our lands has been a valid excuse for slaughter since the beginning of time, ma petite. Did you suddenly change the rules?"
"I wasn't going to stand there and watch them kill a man for walking on a piece of ground. Besides, I think it was a setup. "
"A setup? You mean a plot to kill the man. "
"Yeah. "
"Were you part of this plot?"
"I may have been bait. He could feel my power over the dead. It called to him. "
"Now that is interesting. What is this man's name?"
"You give me the name of the mystery vampire first. "
"Xavier," he said.
"Just like that. Why wouldn't you give me the name earlier?"
"I do not want the police to have it. "
"Why not?"
"I explained all that. Now, the name of the man you saved tonight. "
I stared at him, and didn't want to give it to him. I didn't like how interested he was in the name. But a deal was a deal. "Bouvier, Magnus Bouvier. "
"I do not know the name. "
"Should you?"
He just smiled at me. It meant nothing and everything.
"You are an irritating son of a bitch. "
"Ah, ma petite, how can I resist you when you whisper such sweet endearments to me?"
I glared at him, which made him smile wider. There was just the faintest hint of fang peeking into view.
Someone knocked on the door. Probably the manager telling me to get out. I walked to the door. I didn't bother looking through the peephole, so I was caught off guard by who was outside. It was Lionel Bayard.
Had he come to throw us out in person?
I stood there for a second, looking at him. He spoke first, clearing his throat nervously. "Ms. Blake, may I speak with you for a moment?"
He was being awfully polite for someone who had come to kick us out. "I'm listening, Mr. Bayard. "
"I really don't think the hallway is the place to discuss this. "
I stepped to one side, ushering him into the room. He stepped past me, hands smoothing his tie. His gaze flicked to Jean-Claude, who was standing now. Jean-Claude smiled at Bayard. Pleasant, charming.
"I didn't realize you had company, Ms. Blake. I can come back. "
I closed the door. "No, Mr. Bayard, it's all right. I told Jean-Claude about our misunderstanding this evening. "
"Ah, yes, uh. . . " Bayard looked from one to the other of us, as if not sure what to say.
Jean-Claude didn't so much sit in the chair as fold his body around it. The movement was almost catlike. "Anita and I have no secrets from one another, Mr. . . "
"Bayard, Lionel Bayard. " He walked over and offered his hand to Jean-Claude. Jean-Claude raised an eyebrow but took the offered hand.
The handshake seemed to make Bayard feel better. A normal gesture. He didn't know what Jean-Claude was. How he could look at him and think him human was beyond me. I'd only seen one vampire that could have passed for human, and he hadn't been human at all. Bayard turned back to me, adjusting his glasses, which didn't need adjusting. That nervous little gesture again. Something was up.
"What's up, Bayard?" I asked. I'd closed the door and was leaning to one side of it, arms crossed over my stomach.
"I'm here to offer our most sincere apologies for earlier tonight. "
I just stared at him. "You're apologizing to me?"
"Yes. Mr. Stirling was overzealous. Why, if you had not been there to bring us all to our senses, a great tragedy might have occurred. "
I tried to keep my face blank. I wanted to frown at him, or look confused. "Stirling's not mad at me?"
"On the contrary, Ms. Blake. He's grateful to you. "
I didn't believe that. "Really," I said.
"Oh, yes. In fact, I've been authorized to offer you a bonus. "
"Why?"
"To make up for our behavior tonight. "
"Your behavior was fine," I said.
He smiled modestly. His act was about as sincere as faux pearls, but not half so realistic.
"How much is the bonus?"
"Twenty thousand," he said.
I stayed leaning against the wall, staring at him. "No. "
He blinked at me. "Excuse me?"
"I don't want the bonus. "
"I'm not authorized to go higher than twenty thousand, but I could speak with Mr. Stirling. Perhaps he would go higher. "
I shook my head and pushed away from the wall. "I don't want more money. I don't want the bonus at all. "
"You aren't quitting on us, are you, Ms. Blake?" He was blinking so fast I thought he'd pass out. Me quitting bothered him. A lot.
"No, I'm not quitting. But you're already paying an enormous fee. You don't need to pay more. "
"Mr. Stirling is just very anxious that he has not offended you. "
I let that one go. Too easy. "Tell Mr. Stirling I'd have thought better of his apology if it had been delivered in person. "
"Mr. Stirling is a very busy man. He would have come himself, but he had pressing business. "
I wondered how often Bayard had to apologize for the big man. I wondered how often the apology was for telling a fellow flunkie to shoot someone. "Fine, you've delivered the message. Tell Mr. Stirling that it isn't the gunfight that's going to make me bail. I read the cemetery tonight. Some of the corpses are closer to three hundred than two hundred. Three hundred years, Lionel; that's an old zombie. "
"Can you raise them?" He had stepped closer, hands fidgeting with his lapels. He was close to invading my space. I'd have rather had Jean-Claude next to me.
"Maybe. The question isn't can I, but will I, Lionel. "
"What do you mean?"
"You lied to me, Lionel. You underestimated the age of the dead by nearly a century. "
"Not deliberately, Ms. Blake, I assure you. I merely repeated what our research department told me. I did not deliberately mislead you. "
"Sure. "
He reached out almost like he wanted to touch me. I moved back, just enough. He seemed terribly intense. He let his hand drop. "Please, Ms. Blake, I did not lie on purpose. "
"The problem, Lionel, is that I'm not sure I can raise zombies this old without a human sacrifice. Even I have my limits. "
"So nice to know," Jean-Claude said softly.
I frowned at him. He smile
d.
"You will try, won't you, Ms. Blake?"
"Maybe. I haven't decided yet. "
He shook his head. "We will do anything to make this oversight up to you, Ms. Blake. It is entirely my fault that I did not double-check the research department's findings. Is there anything that I can do personally to make it up to you?"
"Just leave. I'll call your office tomorrow to discuss details. I may need some extra. . . paraphernalia to attempt the raising. "
"Anything, anything at all, Ms. Blake. "
"Fine; I'll call. " I opened the door and stood by it. I thought it was enough of a hint. It was. Bayard went to the door and almost backed out, apologizing as he went.
I closed the door and stood there for a minute.
"That little man is up to something," Jean-Claude said.
I turned and looked at him. He was still curled in the chair, looking scrumptious.
"I didn't need vampiric powers to tell me that. "
"Neither," he said, "did I. " He rose from the chair easily. If I'd curled up in a chair like that, I'd have been stiff.
"I've got to tell Larry that he can stop packing. I don't understand why we're still hired, but we are. "
"Can anyone else raise the graveyard?"
"Not without a human sacrifice, maybe not even then," I said.
"They need you, ma petite. From the little man's anxiety, they must need the dead raised very badly. "
"Millions of dollars are at stake. "
"I do not think money is all that is at stake," he said.
I shook my head. "Me either. "
He came to join me by the door. "What extra paraphernalia will you need to raise a three-hundred-year-old corpse, ma petite?"
I shrugged. "A bigger death. I'd originally thought to use a couple of goats. " I opened the door.
"What are you thinking about using now?"
"An elephant, maybe," I said.
We were out in the hall and he was staring at me.
"I'm kidding. Honest. Besides, elephants are an endangered species. I was thinking maybe a cow. "
Jean-Claude stared down at me for a long space of moments, his face very serious. "Remember, ma petite, I can tell if you are lying. "
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You meant the elephant comment. "
I frowned up at him. What could I say? "Okay, but just for a minute. I wouldn't really do in an elephant. I'm telling the truth. "
"Yes, ma petite, I know. "
I hadn't really meant the crack about the elephant. Not really. It was just the biggest animal I could think of on short notice. And if I was going to attempt to raise several three-hundred-year-old corpses, I was going to need something big. I didn't think a cow would do. Hell, I didn't think a herd of cows would do it. I just hadn't thought of a good alternative yet.
But no elephants, I promise. Besides, can you imagine trying to slit the throat of an elephant? The logistics of just getting one to hold still while you killed it were mind boggling. There's a reason why most sacrifices are our size or smaller. Makes it easier to hold them down.
"We can't just leave Jeff with that monster," Larry said. He was standing in the middle of his forest green carpet. Jean-Claude was sitting in the corner of the green patterned couch. He was looking amused, like a cat that had found a very interesting mouse.
"We aren't leaving him," I said. "We just can't go looking for him tonight. "
He whirled and pointed a finger at Jean-Claude. "Why, because he says so?"
Jean-Claude's smile widened. Definitely amused.
"Check the time, Larry. It'll be dawn soon. All the vampires will be asnooze in their coffins. "
Larry shook his head. The look on his face reminded me of me. Stubborn, not wanting to accept it. "We have to do something, Anita. "
"We can't talk to vampires during daylight hours, Larry. That's just the way it is. "
"And what happens to Jeff today, while we wait for the sun to go down?" His pale skin had gone almost white. His freckles looked like brown ink spots. His pale blue eyes glittered like angry glass. I'd never seen Larry so mad. Hell, I'd never seen him angry.
I glanced at Jean-Claude; he just looked at me. I was on my own. Wasn't I always. "Xavier will have to sleep. He won't be able to harm Jeff once the sun rises. "
Larry shook his head. "Will we get him back in time?"
I wanted to say "Sure," but I wouldn't lie. "I don't know. I hope so. "
His soft, Howdy-Doody face was set in very stubborn lines. I looked at him and understood why so many people underestimate me. He looked so harmless. Hell, he was sort of harmless, but he was armed now, and learning how to be dangerous. And in his face for the first time I saw a grim purpose building. I'd planned on leaving him behind when I went to talk to the Master of Branson. Looking at him now, I wasn't sure he was going to let me do that. He'd had his first vampire hunt tonight. I'd managed to keep him out of the rough stuff until now. But it wasn't going to last. I'd been hoping he'd give up the idea of hunting vampires. Staring into his glittering eyes, I realized I was the one who was fooling myself. In his own way Larry was as stubborn as I was. Frightening thought, that. But for tonight he was safe.
"You couldn't just comfort me? Tell me we'll find him?" Larry asked.
I smiled. "I try not to lie to you, if I can avoid it. "
"For once," Larry said, "I'd have liked to have heard the lie. "
"Sorry," I said.
He took in a deep breath and let it out slow. His anger was gone just like that. Larry didn't know what it was to hold onto his rage. He didn't brood over things. One of the main differences between us. I never forgave anyone for anything. A character flaw to be sure, but hell, everyone's got to have at least one.
There was a knock on the door. Larry went for the door.
Jean-Claude was suddenly standing by me. I hadn't seen him move. Hadn't heard his leather boots slither over the carpet. Nothing. Magic. My heart was suddenly thudding in my throat.
"Stomp your feet or something when you do that. "
"Do what, ma petite?"
I glared up at him. "That wasn't a mind trick, was it?"
"No," he said. That one word slithered across my skin like a low creeping breeze.
"Damn you," I said softly and with feeling.
He smiled. "We've been over that, ma petite; you are too late. "
Larry had closed the door. "There's a guy out in the hall says he's with Jean-Claude. "
"A guy or a vampire?" I asked.
Larry frowned. "Not a vampire, but if you mean human I wouldn't go that far. "
"You expecting company?" I asked.
"Yes, I am. "
"Who?"
He stalked to the door and put a hand on the doorknob. "Someone I believe you've already met. " He opened the door with a flourish, stepping to one side to let me have a clear view.
Jason stood in the open door, smiling, relaxed. He was my height exactly, not something you find in a man often. Straight blond hair barely touched the top of his collar; his eyes were the innocent blue of spring skies. The last time I'd seen him he'd been trying to eat me. Werewolves will do that sometimes.
He was dressed in an oversized black sweater that hit him almost at mid-thigh. He'd had to roll the sleeves over his wrists. His pants were leather, laced up the side from waist to mid-calf, where the laces vanished into boots. The lacings were loose enough that there was a pale line of flesh all the way down.
"Hello, Anita. "
"Hi, Jason. What are you doing here?"
He had the grace to look embarrassed. "I'm Jean-Claude's new pet. "
He said the last word like it was alright. Richard wouldn't have said it that way.
"You didn't tell me you brought company," I said.
"We are going to be calling on the Master of the City. We must make a good show of it. "
; "So a werewolf, and what. . . me?"
He sighed. "Yes, ma petite, whether you bear my marks or not, most consider you my human servant. " He raised a hand. "Please, Anita, I know you are not my human servant in the technical sense. But you have helped me defend my territory. You have killed to protect me. That is the best definition of what a human servant does. "
"So, what? I have to pretend to be your human servant on this visit?"
"Something like that," he said.
"Forget it. "
"Anita, I need a show of strength here. Branson was part of Nikolaos's territory. I gave it up because the population density could support another group. But it was still my land, and now it's not. Some view that as weakness rather than practicality. "
"So without any marks at all you've finally got me to play servant for you. You manipulative son of a bitch. "
"You asked me down here, ma petite. " A thread of warmth cut through his words. He stalked towards me. "I am doing you a favor, do not forget that. "
"I don't think you'll let me forget," I said.
He made a harsh sound, as if he had no words for his anger. "Why do I put up with you? You insult me at every turn. There are many who would give their souls for what I offer you. "
He stood in front of me, eyes like dark sapphires, skin white as marble. His skin glowed like there was a light inside him. He looked like some kind of live sculpture made of light, jewels, and stone.
He was impressive and scary, but I'd seen it before. "Cut the vampire powers shit, Jean-Claude. It's almost dawn; don't you have a coffin to crawl into somewhere?"
He laughed, but it wasn't pleasant, it was bitter like the touch of steel wool. Something to irritate rather than entice. "Our luggage has not arrived, has it, my wolf?"
"No, master," Jason said.
"Your coffin hasn't arrived?" I asked.
"Either I have chosen a very lax skycab, or. . . " He let the words trail off, face bland and pleasant.
"Or what?" Larry asked.
"Ma petite. "
"You think the local master took your coffin," I said.
"A punishment for entering her territory without observing all the social niceties. " He looked at me when he said it.
"I suppose that's my fault," I said.
He gave that infuriating shrug. "I could have said no, ma petite. "
"Stop being so civilized about it. "
"Would you be happier if I was angry?" His voice was very mild when he said it.
"Maybe," I said. It would have made me feel less guilty, but I didn't say that out loud.
"Go to the airport and find our luggage if you can, Jason. Bring it back to Anita's room. "
"Wait a minute. You are not moving into my room. "
"It is nearly dawn, ma petite. I have no choice. Tomorrow we will find other accommodations. "
"You planned this. "
He gave a short, bitter laugh. "Even my deviousness knows some bounds, ma petite. I would not willingly be without my coffin this close to dawn. "
"What are you going to do without your coffin?" Larry asked. He looked anxious.
Jean-Claude smiled. "Do not fear, Lawrence, all I need is darkness, or rather lack of sunlight. The coffin itself is not absolutely necessary, simply more secure. "
"I've never known a vampire that didn't sleep in a coffin," I said.
"If I am underground in a secure place, I forego my coffin. Though truthfully, once daylight finds me I am insensible and could sleep on a bed of nails and not know it. "
I wasn't sure I believed him. He worked harder than most at passing for human. "You will see the truth of my words soon enough, ma petite. "
"That's what I'm afraid of," I said.
"You can sleep on the couch if you prefer, but I am telling you truly that once full daylight arrives I will be harmless, helpless if you like. I would be unable to molest you even if I wanted to. "
"And what other fairy tales am I supposed to believe? I've seen you move around after dawn, hidden from light, but you worked just fine. "
"After eight hours or so of sleep, if it is still daylight I can move around, true, but I doubt you will stay abed for eight hours. You have clients or something, a murder investigation, some business that will take you out and about. "
"If I leave you alone, who'll see that some maid doesn't come in, pull the curtains back and French fry you?"
The smile widened. "Concern over my well-being. I am touched. "
I looked at him. He looked pleasant, amused, but it was a mask. His expression when he didn't want you to know what he was thinking, but didn't want you to know that he didn't want you to know. "What are you up to?"
"For once, ma petite, nothing. "
"Yeah, right. "
"If I find the coffin, I'll need to rent a truck," Jason said.
"You can use our Jeep," Larry said.
I glared at him. "No, he can't. "
"Think of it as expediency, ma petite. If Jason must rent a truck, then I may have to spend another day in your bed. I know you do not want that. " There was amusement in his voice, and an undercurrent of something else. It might have been bitterness.
"I'll drive," Larry said.
"No, you won't," I said.
"It's almost dawn, Anita. I'll be alright. "
I shook my head. "No. "
"You can't treat me like a kid brother forever. I can drive the Jeep. "
"I promise not to eat him," Jason said.
Larry held out his hand for the keys. "You have to trust me sometime. "
I just looked at him.
"I promise to shoot anything, human or monster, that threatens me while I'm gone. " He made the Boy Scout sign, three fingers to heaven. "You can bail me out of jail and explain that I was just following orders. "
I sighed. "Alright, dammit. " I gave him the keys.
He grinned at me. "Thanks. "
I shook my head. "Just hurry back, okay?"
"Anything you say. "
"Just get out of here, and be careful. "
Larry left with Jason trailing behind. I stared at the door after it closed, wondering if I should have gone with them. Knowing that Larry would have gotten mad, but mad was better than dead. Hell, it was a simple errand; go to the airport and pick up a coffin. What could go wrong with less than an hour of darkness left? Shit.
"You cannot protect him, Anita. "
"I can try. "
Jean-Claude gave that infuriating shrug that meant anything you wanted it to mean, and nothing at all. "Shall we retire to your room, ma petite?"
I opened my mouth to tell him he could bunk with Larry, but didn't say it. I didn't really believe he'd munch on Larry, but I was sure he wouldn't munch on me. "Sure," I said.
He looked a little surprised, as if he'd expected an argument. But I was all out of argument tonight. He could have the bed. I'd take the couch. What could be more innocent? Biker Nuns from Hell, but besides that.
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