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Cassandra backed up to stand a step ahead of me。 I stood but still kept the gun out。 I was jumpier than normal。 I was also remembering how Sabin had bled me from a distance with his laughter。 Keeping a gun handy seemed like a good idea。
〃Where's Dominic？〃
〃He's here somewhere。〃 His hood was a cup of darkness； smooth and empty； but I knew he was watching me。 I felt his gaze like a weight。
He stayed on the step just above Cassandra； two steps above me。 〃Who is your lovely panion？〃
〃Sabin； this is Cassandra； Cassandra； Sabin。〃
A black…gloved hand slid out of the cloak。 He reached towards Cassandra as if he'd caress her face。
She jerked back。 〃Don't touch me。〃
His hand froze in midmotion。 A stillness washed over him。 I'd seen other vampires fill with that utter quietness； but I'd thought it was made up of visual clues。 There was no visual from Sabin； but that same emptiness flowed outward。 The illusion was almost better this way as if it was just an empty cloak somehow hovering on the stairs。
His voice came out of that stillness。 It was startling。 〃Is my touch so repulsive？〃
〃You smell of sickness and death。〃
Sabin drew his hand back inside his cloak。 〃I am a visiting master。 It is within my rights to ask for a bit of 。 。 。 panionship。 I could ask for you； wolf。〃
Cassandra growled at him。
〃No one's forcing anyone into anyone's bed；〃 I said。
〃Are you so sure of that； Ms。 Blake？〃 Sabin asked。 He floated around Cassandra。 The cloak brushed her； and she shuddered。
I couldn't smell him； I didn't have a werewolf's sense of smell。 But I'd seen some of what was under that cloak。 It was worth a shudder or two。
〃Cassandra is only on loan to Jean…Claude。 She belongs to the pack； so yeah； I'm sure。〃
Cassandra glanced back at me。 〃You'd protect me？〃
〃It's part of my job description now； isn't it？〃
She studied my face。 〃Yes； I suppose it is。〃 Her voice was soft； the growling like a distant dream。 She looked terribly normal except for the outfit。
〃You've seen what I am； Ms。 Blake。 Do you shudder at my touch？〃
I moved down a step until I was on the floor。 Better footing than the stairs。 〃I shook your hand earlier。〃
Sabin floated to the floor。 The darkness faded from inside the hood。 He pushed it back to reveal that golden hair and that ravaged face。
Cassandra let out a hiss。 She backed up until she hit the banister。 I think Sabin could have pulled a gun and shot her right that second； and she wouldn't have reacted in time。
He smiled at her。 His beautiful mouth pulling the rotted flesh loose。 〃Have you never seen anything like this？〃
She swallowed hard enough for me to hear； like she was trying not to throw up。 〃I've never seen anything so horrible。〃
Sabin turned back to me。 His one eye was still a clear； pure blue； but the other had burst in the socket in a welter of pus and thinner liquid。
I did my own swallowing。 〃Your eye was fine yesterday。〃
〃I told you it was virulent； Ms。 Blake。 Did you think I was exaggerating？〃
I shook my head。 〃No。〃
His gloved hand came out of hiding once more。 I remembered the way his hand had squished when I shook it yesterday。 I did not want him to touch me； but there was a look in his beautiful eye； some pain on what was left of his face； that made me hold still。 I wouldn't flinch。 I felt sorry for him； pretty stupid； but true。
That black glove hovered beside my face； not quite touching me。 The Seecamp was forgotten in my hand。 Sabin's fingertips brushed my face。 The glove was liquid…filled； like some kind of obscene balloon。
He stared at me。 I stared back。 He spread his hand over my lower jaw and pressed。 There were solid things inside the glove； thicker pieces； and bone； but it wasn't a hand anymore。 Only the glove gave it shape。
A small sound crawled out of my throat。 I couldn't stop it。
〃Perhaps I should ask for you？〃 he said。
I eased back out of his grip。 I was afraid to move too quickly。 Afraid that sudden movement might tear off the glove。 I did not want to see him spill out in a flood of foul…smelling liquid。 He was a horror show enough without that。
Sabin didn't try to hold me； maybe he was afraid of the same thing。
〃Are you abusing my hospitality again？〃 Jean…Claude said。 He stood on the dance floor； looking at Sabin。 His eyes were pure blue light。 His skin had gone pale and smooth like carved marble。
〃You have not yet shown me true hospitality； Jean…Claude。 It is customary to offer me panionship。〃
〃I didn't think there was enough of you left to have such needs；〃 Jean…Claude said。
Sabin grimaced。 〃It is a cruel illness。 Not all of my body has rotted away。 The need remains； though the vessel is so grotesque that no one will touch me； not by choice。〃 He shook his head； and the skin split on one side。 Something black and thicker than blood oozed down the side of his face。
Cassandra made a small sound。 My bodyguard was about to be sick。 Maybe it smelled bad to her。
〃If one of my people angers me enough while you are in my territory； you may have them。 But I cannot give someone to you just because you wish it。 Not everyone's sanity would survive it。〃
〃There are days； Jean…Claude； when my own sanity is in doubt。〃 Sabin looked from Cassandra to me。 〃It would break your wolf； I think。 But your servant； I think she would survive。〃
〃She is off limits to you； Sabin。 If you abuse my hospitality with such an insult； council edict or no council edict； I will destroy you。〃
Sabin turned to him。 The two vampires stared at each other。 〃There was a time； Jean…Claude； when no one spoke to me like that； no one short of the council。〃
〃That was before；〃 Jean…Claude said。
Sabin sighed。 〃Yes； before。〃
〃You are free to enjoy the show； but do not tempt me again； Sabin。 I have no sense of humor where ma petite is concerned。〃
〃You share her with a werewolf but not with me。〃
〃That is our business；〃 Jean…Claude said； 〃and we will never speak of this again。 If we do； it will be a challenge between us； and you are not up to it。〃
Sabin gave a half bow； hard to get the leverage for it without legs。 〃You are Master of the City。 Your word is law。〃 The words were correct。 The tone was mocking。
Liv came up to stand behind and to one side of Jean…Claude。 〃It is time to open the doors； Master。〃 I think that last was deliberate。 Jean…Claude usually chastised his flock for calling him master。
Jean…Claude said； 〃Everyone to their places then。〃 His voice sounded strangled。
〃I will find a table；〃 Sabin said。
〃Do so；〃 Jean…Claude said。
Sabin raised the hood back into place。 He glided back up the stairs； headed for the tables on the upper level。 Or maybe he'd just float in the rafters。
〃My apologies； ma petite。 I believe the sickness has progressed to his mind。 Be wary of him。 Cassandra is needed for the show。 Liv will remain with you。〃
I looked at the tall vampire。 〃She won't take a bullet for me。〃
〃If she fails me； I will give her to Sabin。〃
Liv paled； which is a neat trick for a vampire； even one that's fed。 〃Master。 please。〃
〃Now I believe she'll take a bullet for me；〃 I said。 If the choices were sleeping with Sabin or getting shot； I'd take the bullet。 From the look on Liv's