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fine； but don't do it just to get on Richard's nerves。〃
〃My apologies； ma petite。 You are quite right。〃 He looked past me to Richard。 〃My apologies to you as well； Monsieur Zeeman。 We are in a 。 。 。 ticklish position。 It would be childish to make it worse with game playing。〃
I didn't have to see Richard's face to know he was frowning。
Edward came in and saved us。 We could all shut up and leave。 Hopefully。
〃The car's clean；〃 he said。
〃Glad to hear it；〃 I said。
Edward was dressed for the evening。 A brown leather coat hung to his ankles and moved like something alive as he came into the room。 The coat hung strangely heavy in places。 He'd shown me some of his toys that were positioned here and there。 I knew there was a garotte hidden in the stiff white collar of his shirt。 A garotte was a little too up…and…close even for me。
His eyes flicked to the two men in my life； but all he said was； 〃I'll follow the limo。 Don't look around for me tonight； Anita。 I'll be there； but we don't want the hitter alerted to the fact that you've got a bodyguard。〃
〃A second bodyguard；〃 Jean…Claude said。 〃Your； how do you say； hitter will know I will be by her side。〃
Edward nodded。 〃Yeah； if they hit the limo； you'll be there。 They'll have to plan on taking you out； too； which means it's got to be serious firepower。〃
〃I am both a deterrent and an invitation to up the stakes； is that it？〃 JeanClaude asked。
Edward looked at him like the vampire had finally done something interesting。 Edward didn't meet his eyes though。 I was the only human I knew that could meet the Master's eyes and not be bespelled。 Being a necromancer had its uses。 〃Exactly。〃 He said it like he hadn't expected the vampire to grasp the situation。 But if there was one thing Jean…Claude was good at； it was surviving。
〃Shall we go then； ma petite？ The party awaits us。〃 He made a sweeping motion with his arms； directing me towards the door but not taking my hand。 He glanced at Richard； then at me。 He was behaving himself terribly well。 Jean…Claude was a world…class pain in the ass。 It wasn't like him to be a good boy。
I glanced at Richard。 〃Go on。 If we kiss good…bye； it'll smear your lipstick again。〃
〃You are wearing quite enough of her lipstick already； Richard；〃 Jean…Claude said。 For the first time tonight； I heard that warm edge of jealousy。
Richard took two steps forward； and the tension level in the room soared。 〃I could kiss her good night again； if that would make you happy。〃
〃Stop it； both of you；〃 I said。
〃By all means；〃 Jean…Claude said。 〃She is mine for the rest of the evening。 I can afford to be generous。〃
Richard's hands balled into fists。 The first trickle of power oozed through the room。
〃I'm leaving now。〃 I made for the door and didn't look back。 Jean…Claude caught up with me before I reached the door。 He reached for the doorknob first。 and then released it； letting me get it。
〃I do forget your penchant for doors；〃 he said。
〃I don't；〃 Richard said softly。
I turned and looked at him standing there in his jeans； his T…shirt molded to the muscles of his arms and chest。 He was still barefoot； his hair a wavy mass around his face。 If I'd been staying here； we could have cuddled on the couch in front of one of his favorite movies。 We were beginning to have our favorite movies。 songs； sayings that were ours。 Maybe a moonlight walk。 His night vision was almost as good as my own。 Maybe later we could finish what we'd started before the meeting。
Jean…Claude slid his fingers through mine； drawing my attention to him。 I stared up into those blue； blue eyes like a sky before a storm； or seawater where the rocks lie deep and cold。 I could touch those three black buttons and see if they were really antique beads。 My gaze traveled downward to the pale glimpse of his chest。 I knew that the cross…shaped burn scar was a rough slickness to the touch。 Looking at him made my chest tight。 He was so beautiful。 Would my body always feel the pull of him； like a sunflower turning towards the light？ Maybe。 But standing there holding his hand； I realized it wasn't enough。
Jean…Claude and I could have had a glorious affair； but I could see spending my life with Richard。 Was love enough？ Even if Richard killed for self…preservation； could he really accept my body count？ Could I accept his beast； or would I be as horrified by it as he was himself？ Jean…Claude accepted me lock； stock； and gun。 But I didn't accept him。 Just because we both looked at the world through dark glasses； didn't mean I liked it。
I sighed； and it wasn't a happy sound。 If this was the last time I ever saw Richard； I should have jumped his body and given him a kiss he would never forget； but I couldn't do it。 Holding Jean…Claude's hand； I couldn't do it。 It would have been cruel to all of us。
〃Bye； Richard；〃 I said。
〃Be careful；〃 he said。 He sounded so alone。
〃Louie and you are going to the movies tonight； right？〃 I asked。
He nodded。 〃He should be here soon。〃
〃Good。〃 I opened my mouth to say more； but didn't。 There was nothing to say。 I was going with Jean…Claude。 Nothing I said would change that。
〃I'll wait up for you；〃 Richard said。
〃I wish you wouldn't。〃
〃I know。〃
I left； walking a little too fast out to the waiting limo。 It was white。 〃Well； isn't this shiny and bright；〃 I said。
〃I thought black looked too much like a hearse；〃 Jean…Claude said。
Edward had e out also。 He closed the door behind us。 〃I'll be there when you need me； Anita。〃
I met his eyes。 〃I know you will。〃
He gave the briefest of smiles。 〃But just in case； watch your back like a son of a bitch。〃
I smiled。 〃Don't I always？〃
He glanced at the vampire standing by the open limo door。 〃Not as well as I thought you did。〃 Edward walked into the darkness towards his waiting car before I could think of a reply。 It was just as well。 He was right。 The monsters had finally gotten me。 Seducing me was almost as good as killing me； and nearly as crippling。
14
The name of the club； Danse Macabre； blazed in red neon letters nearly eight feet high。 The letters were curved and flowed at an angle like some giant hand had just finished writing them。 The club was housed in an old brewery warehouse。 The place had stood on the Riverfront； boarded up and abandoned for years。 It had been the only eyesore in a line of chic restaurants； dance clubs； and bars。 Most of them were owned by vampires。 The Riverfront was also known as The District； or Blood Square； though not in polite vampire pany。 For some reason； the nickname bugged them。 Who knew why？
The crowd had spilled out from the sidewalk into the street； until the limo was stopped by the sheer weight of people。 It was so bad that I spotted a uniformed cop trying to ease the people back enough for the cars to get through。 I looked through the dark tinted windows at the press of people。 Was the assassin out there？ Was one of those well…dressed； smiling people waiting to kill me？ I opened my purse and slipped the Seecamp out。
Jean…Claude eyed the little gun。 〃Nervous； ma petite？〃
〃Yes；〃 I said。
He looked at me； head to one side。 〃Yes； you are nervous。 Why does one human assassin unnerve you so much