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〃Ma petite； what has happened？〃 Jean…Claude stood behind me on the stairs。 〃Richard is not dead。 I would feel it。〃
I turned and pressed my back against the door。 I wiped at the tears on my face。 〃He's not dead； not even close。〃
〃Then what is wrong？〃 He came down the steps like he was dancing； too graceful for words； even after an evening spent with shapeshifters。 His shirt was a deep； rich blue； not quite dark enough to be navy； the sleeves were full； with wide cuffs； the collar high but soft； almost as if it were a scarf。 I'd never seen him in blue of any shade。 It made his midnight blue eyes seem bluer； darker。 His jeans were black and tight enough to be skin； the boots were knee…high； with a trailing edge of black leather that flopped as he moved。
He knelt beside me； not touching me； almost like he was afraid to。 〃Ma petite； your cross。〃
I stared down at it。 It wasn't glowing； not yet。 I wrapped my hand around the cross and jerked； snapping the chain。 I flung it away。 It fell against the wall； glinting silver in the faint light。 〃Happy？〃
Jean…Claude looked at me。 〃Richard lives。 Marcus is dead。 Correct？〃
I nodded。
〃Then why the tears； ma petite？ I do not think I have ever seen you cry。〃
〃I am not crying。〃
He touched my cheek with one fingertip and came away with a single tear trembling on the end of his finger。 He raised it to his lips； the tip of his tongue licked it off his skin。 〃You taste like your heart has broken； ma petite。〃
My throat choked tight。 I couldn't breathe past the tears。 The harder I tried not to cry； the faster the tears flowed。 I hugged myself； and my hands touched the sticky gunk that covered me。 I held my hands away from my body like I'd touched something unclean。 I stared at Jean…Claude with my hands held out in front of me。
〃Mon Dieu； what has happened？〃 He tried to hug me； but I pushed him away。
〃You'll get it all over you。〃
He stared at the thick； clear gunk on his hand。 〃How did you get this close to a shapeshifting werewolf？〃 An idea flowed across his face。 〃It's Richard。 You saw him change。〃
I nodded。 〃He changed on top of me。 It was 。 。 。 Oh； God； oh； God； oh； God。〃
Jean…Claude pulled me into his arms。 I pushed at him。 〃You'll ruin your clothes。〃
〃Ma petite； ma petite； it's all right。 It is all right。〃
〃No； it's not。〃 I sagged against him。 I let him wrap me in his arms。 I clutched at him； hands digging into the silk of his shirt。 I buried my face against his chest and whispered； 〃He ate Marcus。 He ate him。〃
〃He's a werewolf； ma petite。 That's what they do。〃
It was such an odd thing to say； and so terribly true； that I laughed…an abrupt； almost angry sound。 The laughter died in choking； and the choking became sobs。
I held onto Jean…Claude like he was the last sane thing in the world。 I buried myself against him and wept。 It was like something deep inside me had broken； and I was crying out bits of myself onto his body。
His voice came to me dimly； as if he had been speaking for a long time； but I hadn't heard。 He was speaking French； softly； whispering it into my hair； stroking my back； rocking me gently。
I lay in his arms； quiet。 I had no more tears left。 I felt empty and light； numb。
Jean…Claude smoothed my hair back from my forehead。 He brushed his lips across my skin； like Richard had done earlier tonight。 Even that thought couldn't make me cry again。 It was too soon。
〃Can you stand； ma petite？〃
〃I think so。〃 My voice sounded distant； strange。 I stood； still in the circle of his arms； leaning against him。 I pushed away from him gently。 I stood on my own； a little shaky； but better than nothing。
His dark blue shirt was plastered to his chest； covered with werewolf goop and tears。 〃Now we both need a bath；〃 I said。
〃That can be arranged。〃
〃Please； Jean…Claude； no sexual innuendo until after I'm clean。〃
〃Of course； ma petite。 It was crude of me tonight。 My apologies。〃
I stared at him。 He was being far too nice。 Jean…Claude was a lot of things； but nice wasn't one of them。
〃If you're up to something； I don't want to know about it。 I can't handle any deep； dark plots tonight； okay？〃
He smiled and gave a low； sweeping bow； never taking his eyes off me。 The way you bow on the judo mat when you're afraid the person may pound you if you look away。
I shook my head。 He was up to something。 Nice to know that not everyone had suddenly bee something else。 One thing I could always depend on was Jean…Claude。 Pain in the ass that he was； he always seemed to be there。 Dependable in his own twisted way。 Jean…Claude dependable？ I must have been more tired than I thought。
39
Jean…Claude opened the bedroom door and stepped inside； ushering me through with a sweep of graceful hands。 The bed stopped me。 There'd been a change of bedding。 Red sheets covered the bed。 Crimson drapes formed a half canopy over the nearly black wood。 There were still a dozen pillows on the bed and they were all screaming； brilliant red。 Even after the night I'd had； it was eye…catching。
〃I like the new decor； I guess。〃
〃The linens needed to be changed。 You are always plaining that I should use more color。〃
I stared at the bed。 〃I'll stop plaining。〃
〃I will run your bath。〃 He went into the bathroom without a single joke or risqué ment。 It was almost unnerving。
Whoever had changed the sheets had also removed the chairs that Edward and Harley had used。 I didn't want to sit on the clean sheets still covered in whatever the hell I was covered in。 I sat down on the white carpet and tried not to think。 Not thinking is a lot harder than it sounds。 My thoughts kept chasing each other； like a werewolf chasing its tail。 The image tore a laugh from my throat； and on the end of it a sound like a sob or a moan。 I put the back of my hand against my mouth。 I didn't like that sound ing out of me。 It sounded hopeless； beaten。
I was not beaten； dammit； but I was hurt。 If what I felt had been an actual wound； I'd have been bleeding to death。
The bathroom door opened at long last。 A puff of warm； moist air flowed around Jean…Claude。 He had taken off his shirt； and the cross…shaped burn scar marred the perfection of his chest。 He held his boots in one hand； a towel as scarlet as the sheets in the other。
〃I washed up in the sink while the tub filled。〃 He walked barefoot across the white carpeting。 〃I'm afraid I used the last clean towel。 I will fetch you more。〃
I took my hand away from my mouth and nodded。 I finally managed to say； 〃Fine。〃
I stood before he could offer to help me up。 I didn't need any help。
Jean…Claude moved to one side。 His black hair lay in nearly tight curls across his pale shoulders； curled from the humidity of the bathroom。 I ignored him as much as it was humanly possible and walked inside。
The room was warm and misty； the black marble tub full of bubbles。 He offered me a black lacquer tray from the vanity top。 Shampoos； soap； bath crystals； and what looked like oils were grouped on the tray。
〃Get out so I can undress。〃
〃It took two people to dress you tonight； ma petite。 Won't you need help getting undressed？〃 His voice was utterly bland。 His face so still； his eyes so innocent； it m