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He raised my hand to his mouth and laid a gentle kiss on it。 〃It is braided； and longer than ever。〃
〃I can hardly wait to see it；〃 I said。 〃Thanks for ing。〃
〃I would move all of hell to reach your side； you know that。〃
〃You French guys do talk pretty；〃 I said。 He laughed softly。
Jason interrupted。 〃I think the show is about to start。〃 I turned and watched a woman being led towards the framework that had been erected。 She was wearing a robe； and I really didn't want to see what was under it。
〃Whatever we're going to do； let's do it and go get the leopards。〃
〃You don't want to see the show？〃 Jason asked。 His eyes were all innocent； but his smile was teasing。
I just frowned at him。 But his eyes looked behind me； and I knew someone Jason didn't like was ing towards us。 I turned to find Ajax standing there。 He ignored me and spoke to Jean…Claude。 〃You have fifteen minutes； then the show starts。〃
Jean…Claude nodded。 〃Tell Narcissus I appreciate the notice。〃
Ajax gave a small head bow； much like his master had done before； then walked off through the tables。
〃What was all that about？〃 I asked。
〃It would be considered rude to do something magical during someone else's performance。 I told Narcissus that we would be calling some 。。。 power。〃
I must have looked as suspicious as I felt。 〃You are beginning to piss me off with this cloak…and…dagger magic act。〃
〃You are a necromancer； and I am the Master Vampire of this city。 Do you really believe that we can merge our powers and not have every undead in this room； and more； notice it？ I do not know if the shapeshifters will be able to feel it； but it is likely； since we are also both bound to a werewolf。 Everything nonhuman in this club will feel something。 I don't know how much； or exactly what； but something； ma petite。 Narcissus would have taken it as a grave insult if we had interrupted this performance without warning him。〃
〃I don't mean to rush you；〃 Asher said； 〃but you will use up your time in talking if you are not quick about it。〃
Jean…Claude looked at him； and the look was not entirely friendly。 What was happening between them that Jean…Claude would give such a look to Asher？
Jean…Claude held his hand out to me。 I hesitated a second； then slid my hand into his and he led me to the wall near the table。 〃Now what？〃 I asked。
〃Now you must drop your shields； ma petite； that so…strong barrier you have erected between me and your aura。〃
I just stared at him。 〃I don't want to do that。〃
〃I would not ask if it were not necessary； ma petite。 But even if I were able to do it； neither of us would enjoy me breaking down your shielding。 We cannot merge our auras if my aura cannot touch yours。〃
I was suddenly scared。 Really seriously scared。 I didn't know what would happen if I dropped the shields with him right there。 In times of crisis our auras flared together forming a unique whole。 I didn't want to do this。 I am a control freak； and everything about Jean…Claude ate at the part of me that most needed control。
〃I'm not sure I can do this。〃
He sighed。 〃It is your choice。 I will not force it； but I fear the consequences； ma petite。 I do fear them。〃
Marianne had given me the lecture； and it was really too late to get cold feet。 I could either move forward with this； or eventually one of us would die。 Probably me。 Part of my job was going up against preternatural monsters things with enough magic to sense a hole in my defenses。 Before I'd ever been able to sense auras； or at least before I knew that I was doing it； my aura had been intact。 With my own natural talent； that had been enough。 But lately I seemed to be running up against bigger； badder monsters。 Eventually； I would lose。 That； I might have been able to live with； sort of。 But costing Jean…Claude or Richard their lives？ That I couldn't handle。 I knew all the reasons I should do this； and still I stood there gazing up at Jean…Claude； my heart beating in my throat； my shields tight in place。 The front part of my brain knew this needed doing。 The back part of my brain wasn't so sure。
〃Once I drop my shield； then what？〃
〃We touch；〃 he said。
I took a deep breath in and blew it out as if I were about to run a race。 Then I dropped my shields。 It wasn't like tearing down the stone walls； it was like absorbing them back into my psyche。 The tower was just suddenly not there； and Jean…Claude's power crashed over me。 It wasn't only that I felt the sexual attraction in full force； I could feel his heartbeat in my head。 I could taste his skin in my mouth。 I knew he'd fed tonight； though intellectually I'd known that when I heard his heart beating。 Now； I could feel that he was well fed and full of someone else's blood。
His hand moved towards me； and I flattened against the wall。 The hand kept moving； and I pulled away from it。 I moved away because more than anything in the world at that moment I wanted him to touch me。 I wanted to feel his hand against my bare skin。 I wanted to rip the vinyl from his body and watch him； pale and perfect above me。 The image was so clear that I closed my eyes against it； as if that would help。
I felt him in front of me； knew he was leaning close。 I ducked under his arm and was suddenly standing by the table； leaving him near the wall。 I kept backing up； and he kept watching me。 Someone touched me； and I screamed。
Asher was holding my arm； gazing up at me with those pale eyes of his。 I could feel him； too； feel the weight of his age； the heft of his power in my head。 That was my power； but I realized in shielding so strongly from Jean…Claude I'd also cut myself off from some of my own powers。 Shielding was a tricky thing。 I guess I still didn't have the hang of it。
Jean…Claude moved away from the wall； holding one slender hand out to me。 I backed up； Asher's hand sliding over my arm as I pulled away。 I was shaking my head back and forth； back and forth。
Jean…Claude walked slowly towards me。 His eyes had gone drowning blue； the pupil swallowed by his own power。 I knew with a sudden clarity that it wasn't his power or lust that had called his eyes； it was mine。 He could feel how my body tightened； moistened； as he moved towards me。 It wasn't him I didn't trust。 It was me。
I took one step backwards and fell on the small step leading down to the dance floor。 Someone caught me before I hit the floor； strong arms around my waist； pressing me against the bare skin of a very masculine chest。 I could feel that without looking。 I was held effortlessly； feet dangling； and I knew those arms； the feel of that chest； the smell of his skin this close。 I craned my head backwards and found myself staring at Richard。
5
I STOPPED BREATHING。 To be suddenly inches away from him after all this time was too much。 He leaned that painfully handsome face over mine； and the thick waves of his brown hair fell against my skin。 His mouth hovered over mine； and I think I would have said； no； or moved； but two things happened at once。 He tightened his one…armed hold around my waist； a movement that was almost painful。 Then his newly free hand gripped my chin； held my face。 The touch of his hands； the strength in them made me hesitate。 One mome