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Even sick from loss of blood, I could not find him anything but beautiful. What the fuck was wrong with me?

Jason had to help me slide off of Jean-Claude, catching me in his arms, holding me like you’d hold a child. I was nude, he’d just dragged me from a bed where I’d obviously had sex with two men, yet Jason hadn’t made a single quip, or joke. When Jason had this much ammunition but didn’t tease, things were bad.

I laid my head against Jason’s shoulder, and that helped the dizziness, made the world a little less shaky. He started to turn me away from the bed, but I said, “Wait, not yet.”

He stopped moving. “What?”

“I want to remember this.”

“What?” he asked again.

“The way they look together.” They both lay on their backs, but whereas Asher looked like some fallen death god, Jean-Claude looked like a god of a different kind. His thick black hair lay in a heavy mass around his head, carelessly arranged like a dark frame for that pale, pale face. His lips were half-parted, his lashes thick as lace upon his cheeks. He lay as if he had fallen asleep after some great passion, one hand across his stomach, the other at his side, one knee bent, so that he seemed almost displayed. Only Jean-Claude could die and look this pretty while he did it.

“Anita, Anita,” I realized that Jason had been talking for awhile. “How much blood did they take?”

My voice came out hoarse, my mouth was dry. “Not they, only Asher.”

He settled me closer in his arms, almost like he was hugging me. His leather jacket creaked as he moved. His bare chest was very warm against my naked skin. “He didn’t just feed.” Jason sounded disapproving, which you didn’t hear much.

“He got caught up in the moment, I think.”

He shifted me so that he could free up a hand to touch my forehead, which seemed silly since I was nude, but we often fall into habit when we’re stressed. You check someone’s temperature on their foreheads, even if they’re naked.

“You don’t feel feverish. If anything you feel a little cool.”

That made me remember something, and the fact that I’d forgotten said I was feeling worse than I knew. “Is my neck still bleeding?”

“A little.”

“Should it be?”

He carried me towards the bathroom. “Have you never been bitten this badly before?” He opened the door with his knee and one hand, and carried me through.

“Not without passing out afterwards, non.” I frowned. “Did I just say, non, instead of no?”

“Yep,” he said.

“Shit,” I said.

“Yeah,” he said. He sat on the edge of the huge black marble tub, balancing me in his lap while he turned on the water. The water spilled out of a silver swan’s mouth, which I’d always thought was ostentatious, but hey, it wasn’t my bathroom.

The nausea had passed, the dizziness was waning. “Down, put me down.”

“The marble is cold,” he said.

I sighed. “I need to find out how well my body’s working.”

“Just try sitting up in my lap without me holding you. If you’re okay, I’ll fetch towels and you can sit on them, but trust me you don’t want to sit naked on this marble.”

“Practical,” I said.

“Don’t tell anyone I actually made sense, it’ll ruin my image.”

I smiled. “Secret’s safe with me.” I tried sitting up, while Jason fidgeted with the water, trying to get the right temperature. I could sit up. Great. I tried to stand, and only Jason’s arm around my waist kept me from falling on the marble steps leading down from the tub.

He tucked me safely back in his lap. “Don’t try and do so much so fast, Anita.”

I leaned back against him, his arm like a safety belt around my waist. “Why I am so weak?”

“How can you have been around vampires this long and ask me that?”

“I don’t let them feed,” I said.

“I do, and trust me, when you’ve donated this much, it takes a little while to recover.” He seemed satisfied with the water temperature at last. He turned the faucets on harder and had to talk louder over the sound of the water. “We’ll get you cleaned up and see how you feel.”

I could feel myself frowning, and I wasn’t sure why. I felt like I should be angry. I should be something, and I wasn