Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Colletion_ Books 11-15 - Laurell K. Hamilton [1071]
Hands grabbed me, and I was suddenly staring up into Nathaniel’s face. “I can feel it,” he said. “She’s shoving doubt into you.” His hands gripped my arms tight, his face was so intense. I was suddenly filled with certainty. A certainty built of unshakable faith. He believed in me. He believed in me utterly and completely. I tried to be frightened that anyone would believe so perfectly in me, but the fear could not last on the tide of his belief. He simply knew that I would do what was right. He knew that I would save Malcolm. He knew that I would punish the bad and save the good. He simply believed. It was one of the most comforting things I’d ever felt. There was a small part of me that screamed in the background, His faith isn’t in God, it’s in you. Again, I tried to be afraid, or struggle against it, but I couldn’t. I felt his certainty, and there was no room for doubt in it.
I stared up at him and smiled. “Thank you,” I said.
He gave me that smile, the one that he might have had if his life had been gentler. It was a smile that he’d only found in the last few months. I’d helped him find that smile. Me, and Micah.
Micah came to stand close to us but made no move to touch. “The power is coming off you in waves. It feels similar to what happens when you touch Damian, sometimes.”
I nodded and looked back at Nathaniel. I’d never wondered what I’d gained from Nathaniel being my animal to call. Damian, as my vampire servant, gave me his control, honed over centuries of being at the mercy of one of the most sadistic vampire masters I’d ever heard of, which was saying something pretty terrible. I’d never thought to ask what Jean-Claude gained from Richard. From me, a certain ruthlessness; we sort of doubled our natural practicality. When we’d all survived tonight, I’d ask what he gained from Richard. But in that moment, I simply kissed the man in my arms. Kissed him not for lust, though that was always there, but because no one else could have made me believe in myself.
41
I THOUGHT I’D have trouble ditching the police, but no one wanted to play with me. I got nervous glances from some of them, or ignored, or even downright hostile stares. No one questioned where I was going with Micah and Nathaniel. None of the officers were ones that I knew well, but it was still unnerving. Helpful, in that moment, but it didn’t bode well for future police work.
“They think you’re one of us,” Micah whispered.
“And it makes that much difference to them?” I said.
“Apparently, yes,” he said.
Nathaniel hugged me one-armed as we walked past the people who had come here because a cop had been hurt. They’d come because I was one of them. The looks on their faces said, clearly, that I wasn’t one of them anymore. Did it hurt my feelings? Yeah, it did. But I’d worry about my reputation later; right now there was a fight to finish.
I realized I was about to walk out without the only police backup I’d be taking: Edward and, oddly, Olaf. I didn’t want to be in a car with Olaf. The space was too small to share with him. As if I’d thought too hard about him, he walked through the doors of the exit. Edward was right behind him, but for a moment Olaf looked at me. For a moment I saw his eyes bare, no hiding. The look in his eyes, on his face, stopped my breath in my throat. There were so many things to be afraid of tonight, but in that instant I was afraid of Olaf, truly and completely afraid.
Micah started to step in front of me, doing that guy-protection thing. With almost anyone else, I’d have let him do it, but not for Olaf. I moved so that Micah was beside me, where he’d started. I stepped out in front of both my men, so that the only target for Olaf’s eyes was me. Me, he liked; he didn’t like my boyfriends. They were just in his way. Call it a hunch, but I was betting that people who were just in Olaf’s way didn’t last long.
His eyes changed from that look that would haunt me to something that