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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 more than all the preternatural creatures you have faced？〃
〃Everyone else who's wanted to kill me； it was personal。 I understand personal。 Whoever this is wants to kill me because it's business。 Just business。〃
〃But why is that more frightening to you？ You will be just as dead； regardless of your assailant's motives。〃
〃Thanks a lot；〃 I said。
He touched my hand； as it gripped the gun。 〃I am trying to understand； ma petite； that is all。〃
〃I don't know exactly why it bothers me。 It just does；〃 I said。 〃I like to put a face on my enemies。 If someone kills you。 it shouldn't be only for money。〃
〃So killing for hire offends your moral sensibilities？〃 he asked。 His voice was very bland； too bland； as if he were laughing silently to himself。
〃Yes； dammit； it does。〃
〃Yet you are friends with Edward。〃
〃I never said I was consistent； Jean…Claude。〃
〃You are one of the most consistent people I have ever known； ma petite。〃
〃How consistent can I be if I'm dating two men？〃
〃Do you think being unable to choose between us makes you frivolous？〃 He leaned towards me as he said it； hand smoothing up the sleeve of my jacket。
The trouble was I had almost chosen。 I almost told him； but I didn't。 First。 I wasn't a hundred percent sure。 Second； Jean…Claude had blackmailed me into dating him。 Date him or he'd kill Richard。 He wanted a chance to woo me away from Richard。 Which meant really dating him。 As he put it； 〃If you allow Richard to kiss you； but not me； it is not fair。〃 Supposedly； if I chose Richard； JeanClaude would merely step aside。 I think he was egotist enough to mean it。 The Master of the City couldn't imagine anyone not being won over； eventually。 Not if you had access to his lovely body。 He kept offering it。 I kept refusing。 If I chose Richard over him； would he really bow out gracefully； or would he take us all down in a bloodbath？
I stared into his deep blue eyes and didn't know。 I'd known him for years。 Dated him for months。 But he was still a mystery to me。 I just didn't know what he would do。 I wasn't willing to push that button； not yet。
〃What are you thinking about so seriously； ma petite？ Do not say it is the assassin。 I would not believe you。〃
I didn't know what to say； so I just shook my head。
His hand slid over my shoulders until I was resting in the curve of his arm。 The feel of his body that close to mine made my stomach flutter。 He bent forward as if to kiss me； and I stopped him； the back of my left hand against his chest。 Since I was now touching bare skin； I wasn't sure this helped。
〃You behaved yourself the entire drive up here。 What gives now？〃 I asked。
〃I am trying to fort you； ma petite。〃
〃Yeah； right；〃 I said。
He wrapped his other arm around my waist； turning my upper body against him。 The gun was still in my hand； but it began to seem awkward。 I wasn't going to use it on Jean…Claude； and the assassin wasn't ing through the locked doors。 That much violence in a crowd this large with cops directing traffic seemed a little bold even for a professional。
I slid my arm across his back； the gun still in my hand。 〃If you kiss me； I'll have to redo my lipstick。〃
He leaned his face close enough to kiss； lips so close to mine he could have breathed me in。 He whispered just above my mouth。 〃We mustn't have that。〃 He kissed my cheek； running his lips down the edge of my jaw。
I touched his face with the edge of the gun； moving his face where I could see it。 His eyes had gone drowning blue。 〃No necking；〃 I said。 I meant that。 I'd only volunteered once for blood donation and that was when he was dying。 I did not share bodily fluids with the Master of the City。
He rubbed his cheek against the gun。 〃I had something a bit lower in mind。〃
He ducked his head to my collarbone； licking down my skin。 For a second I wondered how low he was planning on going； then I pushed him off of me。
〃I don't think so；〃 I said； half…laughing。
〃Do you feel better now； ma petite？〃
I stared at him for a heartbeat； then laughed。 I did。 〃You are a devious son of a bitch； did you know that？〃
〃I've been told that before；〃 he said； smiling。
The police had pushed the crowd back； and the limo moved forward。 〃You did that just to cheer me up。〃 I sounded almost accusatory。
He widened his eyes。 〃Would I do such a thing？〃
I stared at him and felt the smile slide from my face。 I really looked at him for a moment； not just as the world's greatest lust object； but as him； Jean…Claude； The Master of the City was worried about my feelings。 I shook my head。 Was he being nicer； or was I just fooling myself？
〃Why so solemn； ma petite？〃
I shook my head。 〃The usual； trying to figure out how sincere you are。〃
His smile widened。 〃I am always sincere； ma petite； even when I lie。〃
〃Which is what makes you so good at it；〃 I said。
He nodded his head once； almost a bow。 〃Exactly。〃
He glanced ahead of us。 〃We are about to embark on a sea of media； ma petite。 If you could put the gun up？ I think the press would find it a bit much。〃
〃Press？〃 I said。 〃You mean local media？〃
〃Local； yes。〃
〃What aren't you telling me？〃
〃When the door opens； take my arm and smile； please； ma petite。〃
I frowned at him。 〃What is about to happen？〃
〃You are about to be introduced to the world。〃
〃Jean…Claude； what are you up to？〃
〃This is not my doing； ma petite。 I do not like the limelight quite this much。 The vampire council has chosen me to be their representative to the media。〃
〃I know you had to e out of the casket to the local vampires after you won your last challenge； but isn't it dangerous？ I mean you've been pretending to be some mysterious master's number…one flunkie。 It's kept you safe from outside challengers。〃
〃Most masters use a stalking horse； ma petite。 It cuts down on challenges and human assassins。〃
〃I know all that； so why are you going public？〃
〃The council believes that skulking in the shadows gives ammunition to our detractors。 Those of us who would make good media fodder have been ordered into the light； as it were。〃
I stared at him。 〃How into the light？〃
〃Put the gun away； ma petite。 The doorman will open the door and there will be cameras。〃 I glared at him； but I slid the Seecamp into my purse。
〃What have you gotten me into； Jean…Claude？〃
〃Smile； ma petite； or at least do not frown。〃 The door opened before I could say anything else。 A man in a tux held the door。 The flash of lightbulbs was blinding； and I knew it had to bother his eyes more than mine。 He was smiling as he held a hand back for me。 If he could stare that much light in the face without blinking； I could be gracious。 We could always fight later。
I stepped out of the limo and was glad I was holding his hand。 Flashbulbs were everywhere like tiny suns blasting off。 The crowd surged forward； microphones shoved at us like knives。 If he hadn't been holding my hand tight； I'd have crawled back into the limo。 I moved closer to him； just to be able to keep my feet。 Where the hell was crowd co