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n dead； I didn't want to see him cut up。
Damian had tried to mind…rape a woman tonight at the club。 Let him get cut up just a little。
Damian walked in； staring until he found me。 His face was still blank and empty。 Emptier than sleep； empty as only death can make it。
〃Damian； stop。〃
The vampire stopped。 His eyes were the greenest I'd ever seen。 Greener than Catherine's； more cat than human。
Dominic stepped in front of Damian。 He stared at the vampire。 He laid the silver blade against the pale cheek and pulled the point downward； sharply。
Blood flowed down that perfect paleness in a thin crimson wash。 The vampire never reacted； not even to blink。
〃Anita；〃 Dominic said。
I stared at Damian； no； Damian's shell。 I flung power at him； into him。 I willed him to live。 That was the word I whispered to him。
The blood slowed； then stopped。 The cut knit together seamlessly。 It was 。 。 。 easy。
Dominic wiped the blood away with a handkerchief he'd drawn from his jacket pocket。 Damian's pale cheek was flawless once more。
It was Cassandra who said it first； 〃She could heal Sabin。〃
Dominic nodded。 〃She just might。〃 He turned to me with a look of triumph； elation。 〃You would need the power of your triumvirate to raise Sabin during his daylight slumber； but once raised； I think you could heal him。〃
〃A shallow cut is one thing；〃 I said。 〃Sabin is a 。 。 。 mess。〃
〃Will you try？〃
〃If we can put these three vamps back unharmed； yeah； I'll try。〃
〃Tomorrow。〃
I nodded。 〃Why not？〃
〃I cannot wait to tell Sabin what I have seen here today。 He has been without hope for so long。 But first； we must put your friends back。 I will help you all I can。〃
I smiled。 〃I know enough of magic； Dominic； to know that all you can do is advise from the sidelines。〃
〃But it will be very good advice；〃 he said with a smile。
I believed him。 For Sabin's sake； he wanted us to succeed。 〃Okay； let's do it。〃 I held my hands out to Richard and Jean…Claude。 They took my hands dutifully enough； and it was pleasant holding their hands。 Both of them were warm and lovely； but there was no instant magic。 No spark。 I realized that in some strange way； the sexual interplay took the place of the ritual。 Rituals aren't absolutely necessary to most magic； but they serve as a way to focus； to prepare yourself for the act of casting a spell。 I had no blood circle to walk。 I had no sacrifice to kill。 I had no paraphernalia to use。 All I had was the two men standing in front of me； my own body； and the knife at my wrist。 I turned away from both of them。
〃Nothing's happening；〃 I said。
〃What do you expect to happen？〃 Dominic asked。
I shrugged。 〃Something。 I don't know。〃
〃You are trying too hard； Anita。 Relax； let the power e to you。〃
I rotated my shoulders； trying to ease the tension。 It didn't work。 〃I really wish you hadn't reminded me that some of the vamps could rise before dark。 It's late afternoon； and we're underground。 It could already be too late。〃
〃Thinking like that is not helpful；〃 Dominic said。
Jean…Claude walked up to me； and even before he touched me； there was a rush of power like a spill of warmth over my skin。 〃Don't touch me；〃 I said。
I felt him hesitate behind me。 〃What is wrong； ma petite？〃
〃Nothing。〃 I turned to face him。 I held my hand just above his bare chest and that line of warmth traveled from his skin to mine。 It was as if his body breathed against me。 〃Do you feel that？〃
He cocked his head to one side。 〃Magic。〃
〃Aura；〃 I said。 I had to fight an urge to glance at Dominic； like looking to a coach to see if this was the play he wanted。 I was afraid to look away； to lose that thread。 I held my hand out to Richard。 〃Walk towards me； but don't touch me。〃
He looked puzzled but did what I asked。 When my hand was just above his skin； that same line of warmth came up； like a small； captive wind。 I could feel their energy breathing against my skin； one to each hand。 I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensation。 There。 I could feel a difference； slight； almost indiscernible； but there。 There was a prickling； almost electric tremble to Richard。 Jean…Claude was cool and smooth。 All right； we could touch auras； so what？ Where did that get us？
I pressed my hands suddenly forward； through the energy； against their bodies。 I forced that energy back into them； and got a gasp from both of them。 The shock of it ran up my arms and I bowed my head； breathing through the rush of power。 I raised my face up to meet their eyes。 I don't know what showed on my face； but whatever it was； Richard didn't like it。 He started to take a step back。 I dug fingernails into his stomach just enough to get his attention。
〃Don't break the connection。〃
He swallowed。 His eyes were wide and there was something close to fear in them； but he stayed put。 I turned to Jean…Claude。 He didn't look scared。 He looked as calm and controlled as I felt。
〃Very good； Anita。〃 Dominic's voice came soft； low。 〃bine their power as if they were simply two other animators。 You are acting as focus。 You've done that before。 You've laid the dead to rest a thousand times。 This is only one more time。〃
〃Okay； coach；〃 I whispered。
〃What？〃 Richard said。
I shook my head。 〃Nothing。〃
I stepped back from them slowly； hands extended towards them。 The power trailed between us like two ropes。 There was nothing to see； but from the look on Richard's face； we all felt it。 I unsheathed the knife and picked up the golden bowl without looking down； my gaze on the two of them。 There was a difference between this and bining with other animators； there was lust。 Love。 Something。 Whatever it was； it acted like fuel； or glue。 I had no words for what it was； but it was there when I looked at them。
I held the gold bowl in my left hand； knife in the right。 I walked back to them。 〃Hold the bowl for me； one hand apiece。〃
〃Why？〃 Richard asked。
〃Because I said so。〃
He looked like he wanted to argue。 I laid the flat of the blade against his lips。 〃If you question everything I say； it spoils my concentration。〃 I took the knife away from his mouth。
〃Don't do that again；〃 he said； voice soft； almost harsh。
I nodded。 〃Fine。〃 I held my wrist over the empty bowl and drew the knife down the skin in one sharp movement。 Blood welled out of the cut； falling in thick drops； splashing down the sides and bottom of the gleaming gold bowl。 Yes； it did hurt。
〃Your turn； Richard。〃 I kept my wrist over the bowl； no need to waste the blood。
〃What do I do？〃
〃Put your wrist over the bowl。〃
He hesitated； then did what I asked。 He put his arm over the bowl； hand balled into a fist。 I turned his hand over to expose the underside of his arm。 I steadied his hand with my still bleeding hand。 The bowl wavered where his free hand was still holding it with Jean…Claude。
I looked up at his face。 〃Why does this bother you more than Jean…Claude tasting you？〃
He swallowed。 〃A lot of things don't bother me when I'm thinking about sex。〃
〃Spoken like someone with only one X chromosome；〃 I said。 I drew the knife down his skin in one firm bite； while he was still looking at my face。 The only thing that kept him from pulling away was my hold on hi