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ng my cheek in long languorous movements that I couldn't ignore。
I opened my eyes and found Cherry's face so close I couldn't focus on it。 She moved back just enough so I wouldn't feel cross…eyed looking at her； then said； 〃You were having a nightmare。 I thought we should wake you。〃
Her voice was neutral； her face blank； cheerful in an anonymous sort of way。 It was her nurse face； cheerful； forting； telling you nothing。 The fact that she was naked； lying on her side； propped up on one elbow so that her body showed in one long line didn't seem to distract from her professionalism。 I could never pull that off naked。 No matter what else was happening I was always aware that I didn't have clothes on。
〃I don't remember what I was dreaming；〃 I said。 I raised a hand to smooth the wetness along my cheek。
〃You taste salty from all the crying；〃 she said。
The bed moved； and Zane peeked around my other shoulder。 〃Can I lick the other cheek？〃
It made me laugh； and that was almost miracle enough to let him do it； almost。 I sat up and instantly regretted it。 My whole body felt stiff and abused； aching； as if I'd been beaten。 Hell； I'd felt better after some of the beatings I'd taken over the years。 I hugged the blanket to me； partially to cover my nakedness； partially because I was cold。
I leaned against the head of the bed； frowning。 〃You said nightmare。 What time is it？〃
〃About five；〃 Cherry said。 〃I could say daymare； if you like； but either way； you were 〃 she hesitated 〃whimpering in your sleep。〃
I hugged the blanket tighter。 〃I don't remember。〃
She sat up； patting my knee under the blanket。 〃Are you hungry？〃
I shook my head。
She and Zane exchanged one of those looks that say just how worried about you people are。 It made me angry。
〃Look； I'm okay。〃
They both looked at me。
I frowned at them。 〃I'll be okay； alright。〃
They didn't look convinced。
〃I need to get dressed。〃
They both just lay there staring at me。
〃Which means get out and give me some space。〃
They exchanged another of those looks； which bugged me； but at a nod from Cherry； they both got up off the bed and went for the door。 〃And put some clothes on；〃 I said。
〃If it'll make you feel better；〃 Cherry said。
〃It will；〃 I said。
Zane gave a little salute。 〃Your wish is our mand。〃
That was actually a little too close to the truth； but I let it go。 When they were gone； I picked out some clothes； some weapons； and made it to the bathroom without seeing anyone。 I wouldn't have put it past Cherry to make sure I had a clear shot to the bathroom。 They were managing me； but this morning； make that afternoon； I didn't care enough to plain。
I was as quick in the bathroom as I could be； and for some reason I didn't like looking in the mirror。 I was trying not to think； and seeing my eyes staring back at me like those of a shock victim made it hard not to think about why I looked so pale； so shell…shocked。
I put on my usual black undies and matching bra。 It was getting to the point where I didn't own a white bra。 Jean…Claude's fault。 Black jogging socks； black jeans； black polo shirt； shoulder rig； plete with Browning Hi…Power； the Firestar in its interpants holster in front almost lost against the black shirt。 I even added the wrist sheaths and the two silver knives。 I didn't need this much firepower for walking around the house； especially with so many shapeshifters running around； but I was feeling shaky； as if my world was less solid today than yesterday。 I'd always thought that Richard and I would work something out。 I wasn't sure what； but something。 Now； I didn't believe that。 We weren't going to work anything out。 We weren't going to be anything； except the bare minimum to each other。 I wasn't even sure his invitation to be B？lverk was still on the table。 I hoped so。 I could lose him as my lover； but I couldn't let him send the pack to rack and ruin。 If he didn't cooperate； I wasn't sure how I was going to stop it； but that was a problem for another day。 Today my goal was just to survive； just to get through the day。 I huddled my weapons around me like fort objects。 If I'd been alone in the house； or if it had just been Nathaniel； I would have carried Sigmund； my stuffed toy penguin； around with me。 That was how bad a day it was。
I did have a moment when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror in my bedroom where I stopped and had to smile。 I looked like I was dressed in casual assassin chic。 I'd teased some of my friends who were assassins or bounty hunters about assassin chic； but sometimes you gotta go with the stereotypes。 Besides； I look great in black。 The black…on…black look made my skin look almost translucent； like it should have glowed。 My eyes were swimmingly dark。 I looked almost ethereal； like a wingless angel on a bad day。 Alright； maybe a fallen angel； but the effect was still striking。 I'd learned long ago that if you're feeling unloved by the man in your life； the best revenge is to look good。 If I'd really wanted to follow the strategy pletely； I'd have put on makeup； but screw that。 I was still on vacation。 I didn't wear makeup on vacation。
There was a crowd in the kitchen。 The order for everyone to wear clothes had been taken to heart。 Cherry had on cutoff jean shorts and a white men's shirt with the sleeves torn off； so that little bits of thread decorated the arm holes。 She'd tied the ends of the shirt so her stomach showed as she moved around the kitchen。 Zane's gaze followed her wherever she moved。 I wasn't sure how Cherry felt about him； but Zane was beginning to act like a man in love； or at least very serious lust。 He sat at the table wearing the leather pants he'd taken off last night； ignoring his coffee and watching Cherry。
Caleb leaned against the counter in his jeans； with the top button unbuttoned so that his belly…button ring showed。 He sipped coffee and watched Zane watch Cherry with an odd look on his face。 I couldn't decipher it； but I didn't like it； as if he were trying to think how to cause trouble between them。 Caleb struck me as one of those who liked to cause trouble。
Nathaniel was sitting at the table； his long hair in a braid down his back； chest bare； but I knew without checking that he'd have something on。 He knew me well enough to know I liked my houseguests clothed。
Igor and Claudia stood when I came into the room。 His tattoos were even more striking in the full light of day。 They graced his arms； what I could see of his chest through the white tank top； and the sides of his neck； like liquid jewels； brilliant； eye…catching。 Even from a distance they were beautiful against his pale skin。 I wasn't much into tattoos but I couldn't picture Igor without them the look just worked for him。 He'd put on the shoulder rig； and it still looked like it should chaff with the tank top； but； hey； it wasn't my skin。 The Glock sat under his arm； a black spot on all that pretty color； like an imperfection on a Picasso。
Claudia looked positively ordinary beside him if a woman that was so damn close to seven feet and muscled better than most men could look ordinary。 The gun at the small of her back wasn't nearly as noticeable as Igor's。 Her black hair was still