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“So he didn’t trust himself to keep you safe,” Truth said.

“Something like that,” I said.

There was another knock on the door, but Graham opened it and peeked through. “We’ve got company out here.”

Wicked and Truth were suddenly on alert. It was hard to explain, but cops do it, too. One minute normal, ordinary, then suddenly they were on. They were ready.

“Who?” I asked.

“The lions’ Rex.”

I blinked at Graham. “You mean Joseph?”

Graham nodded.

“What’s that bastard doing here?” Wicked asked.

“I think that’s my line,” I said.

Wicked gave me a small half-bow. “Sorry about that.”

I said, “What does he want?”

Graham leaned the door closed and licked his lips. “I think he wants to beg your forgiveness, or something like that.”

“I don’t feel very forgiving,” I said. I smoothed down the sheets on my hospital bed. No, I didn’t feel very forgiving.

“I know,” Graham said, “but he’s out here alone. The lions left you and the vampires and our Ulfric to die. You don’t owe them anything.”

“Then why tell her he’s outside?” Wicked asked.

Graham licked his lips again. “Because if I didn’t tell Anita, and she found out later he’d come to see her, she’d be mad.”

“Why would I be mad?” I asked.

“Because of what Joseph thinks is about to happen to his lions.”

“His lions are no concern of mine anymore,” I said, and I believed that down to the hard, cold feeling in my heart.

Graham nodded. “Okay, but don’t say later that I didn’t tell you, because I did.” He moved away from the door so he could open it.

“Wait,” I said.

Graham turned and looked at me, hand on the door handle.

“What do you mean, what’s about to happen to the lions?”

“It’s not our concern, you said so,” Truth said.

I looked at the tall vampire, shook my head, and then looked back to Graham. “I feel like I’m missing something. Just in case I do care, a little, someone explain what I’m missing.”

“Asher invited the lions from Chicago back,” Graham said.

“When did this happen?” I asked.

“When you and Jean-Claude were dying,” Truth said.

“And Richard,” Graham added. “Our Ulfric was dying, too.”

Truth gave a small bow from the neck. “I meant no offense, wolf.”

Graham said, grudgingly, “It’s okay.”

“The vampires would not have listened to your Ulfric,” Wicked said. There was something in the way he said it, the way he stood, that said he wanted a fight.

“Don’t pick a fight, Wicked,” I said.

He turned just enough to give me a little bit of his eyes. “That’s not picking.”

“I don’t feel well enough to mess with it. I need everyone to be a grown-up, okay?”

Wicked gave me a look that wasn’t entirely friendly, but he didn’t say anything else. I’d take sullen silence. The brothers were an asset, the muscle we’d needed for a while, but they bothered me, too. There was always this feeling that they weren’t quite the obedient little vampires they might have been. Maybe it was the fact that I knew they’d spent centuries with all vampires turned against them. They’d killed the head of their bloodline when he went crazy and sent his vampires out to slaughter humans. Their crime hadn’t been slaying him, because the vampire council had decided he needed killing. Their crime had been surviving his death. Superstition said that lesser vampires died when the head of their bloodline died. Jean-Claude said it was true of weaker vampires, but it was supposed to be true of all vampires. I think it was a way to discourage palace coups. But Wicked and Truth were proof that it wasn’t true, not if you were powerful enough. And of course, only the very powerful would attempt to overthrow their creator.

I had given the brothers shelter, a master to call their own. Truth would have died if I hadn’t shared Jean-Claude’s power with him. And where one brother went they both went, so Wicked was ours, too.

“Tell me about the lions,” I said.

“Asher was in charge of the city as Jean-Claude’s témoin, his second-in-command,” Truth said.

“So?”

“He is not the second most powerful vampire in St. Louis. We thought”—and by we he always meant his brother and himself—“that sentimentality had