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I started to ask, what did he mean, then he showed me. It was like my mind was a wall, and he’d just plugged that bit of answer directly into my brain. I understood, and I didn’t hesitate. It wasn’t in me to hesitate when lives were at stake.

I didn’t point or throw up a hand. It wasn’t a game of ball. I could affect his shielding, and that shielding covered his entire body. I thought at that skin of magic, I threw power into all of it, and when I felt all of his shielding, as if I was caressing that invisible skin with my hands, I turned it all against him. I turned it all into inward-pointing blades. It was as if Primo were suddenly standing in the center of a reverse porcupine, a porcupine with spines the size of daggers.

Every inch of his skin I could see was just suddenly covered in blood. He screamed, screamed with a mouth that poured blood, screamed with a throat that was pierced in a half-dozen places. He screamed, and he let go of the man.

Clay and the dark-haired werewolf grabbed the man and dragged him over the bodies of his friends, and away, just away. I wanted to watch, to make sure they got him breathing, but I had other problems.

Primo started to charge us, but he stumbled and fell to his hands and knees. I realized in that moment that I’d blinded him. It wasn’t permanent, but it was permanent enough. For tonight he was blind.

He roared at us and yelled in a voice that sounded like he was trying to swallow broken glass. “Damn you, Jean-Claude, damn you. You are not vampire enough to do this. You were never vampire enough for this.”

“Did you come to St. Louis to destroy me and take my place?”

Primo raised his bloodied face toward the sound of Jean-Claude’s voice. “Why not? Why not be Master of the City?”

“You cannot even be master of your own self, Primo, that is why. Power alone is not enough to rule this city.”

I wanted to look behind me and watch him speak, but I didn’t need to. In that moment I felt closer to him than if I’d stood holding his hand. I knew then what I’d known before, but only in the back of my mind. He’d used the vampire marks between us more openly, more intimately than ever before. I should have been angry, but I wasn’t.

One of the waiters was bending over the man Primo had tried to kill. The waiter had bent back the man’s head and was breathing into his mouth. The man gave a sudden jolt, and his first gasp of breath was loud.

The dark-haired werewolf that I could give no name to raised a thumbs-up. The man would live. He would be alright. No amount of muscle that we had here would have freed him in time. Nothing else would have freed him without killing Primo, though I wasn’t sure that was a good thing. I thought we should kill Primo, and do it now, before he recovered.

Jean-Claude’s voice whispered in my ear, “If someone dies, I will have much more difficulty convincing them all that nothing bad happened here.”

I shook my head and thought, there aren’t enough vampire mind tricks in the world to blank the mind of an audience this big. Not about something this traumatic.

“Do you doubt me, ma petite?” He was suddenly standing just behind me. His slender white hand appeared on my shoulder, a spill of white lace around it, and a flare of black velvet sleeve framing that lace.

I raised my hand up to touch his and found his skin cold, as if he had not fed or had used a great deal of energy up. There was more warmth to the velvet as it brushed my fingers than to his skin. He was drained. How much energy had it taken for him to talk mind to mind with me, or had things been happening that I didn’t know about yet?

The rest of the black-shirted security began to move, slowly, stiffly, as if things hurt. Primo seemed to sense their movement, because he said, “Even blind, I am their match.”

He moved into a crouch on the balls of his feet. The movement must have hurt like hell, but he never winced. He put one big bloody hand on the floor and the other in the air, as if he were sensing movement. It was too close to a martial arts move for comfort. He was huge, a vampire, nearly impervious