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Micah went for the phone, while I stood in the darkened living room and prayed for it not to be the police. He called, “It’s Jean-Claude.”

“Why is he calling on the phone?”

“Come and find out,” Micah said.

I walked to the lights of the kitchen. It was only the lights over the sink, not that much light, but I blinked like a deer in headlights. I took the receiver from Micah, while he tried not to give me worried eyes. “What’s up?” I asked.

“Ma petite, how do you feel?”

His voice was the joy for me it usually was, but tonight even that voice left me flat and empty. “Like shit, why?”

“How long has it been since you fed?”

I leaned my forehead against the wall and closed my eyes. “I ate some peanuts and chips in the last day, why?” Nathaniel had put some munchies in my glove compartment.

“I am not referring to food, ma petite.”

Suddenly the emptiness spilled away, replaced by panic. “Jesus, Damian.”

“He is well. I have seen to it.”

“How can he be well, he started to die if I went just a few hours over six. I’ve gone almost twenty-four hours. God, I cannot believe this, so stupid.”

“And when in the last twenty-four hours could you have fed the ardeur, and who on?”

The question stopped the self-recriminations and helped me think. I guess there were worse things than forgetting about the ardeur during a police investigation. Like maybe, not forgetting the ardeur during a police investigation. Several horrible scenarios went through my head, like the ardeur rising in the van with Mobile Reserve, or Zerbrowski in his car. I was suddenly cold, and it had nothing to do with my earlier pangs of conscience.

“Ma petite, I can hear your sweet breath, but I need to hear your sweet voice.”

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, how did you keep it from getting me?”

“By shielding in every way between us, and Richard, and helping the others do so, as well.”

“That’s why you’re calling me on the phone, not mind-to-mind.”

“Oui.”

“How did you keep me from draining Damian and Nathaniel?”

“I fed the ardeur at the club, as we discussed, and I shared with Damian. It is only when he is drained that your triumverate would begin to pull upon our bad kitty.”

“One feeding through you took care of it, for this long?”

He sighed, and he sounded tired, because he was still shielding too hard for me to feel it. “Non, non, ma petite. We have done your six-hour feedings for you.”

“Who’s we?”

“Richard and Damian, and myself. Nathaniel had fed you last, and I was not a hundred-percent certain that I could control the feeding, so I did not use him.”

“Richard got a taste of the ardeur from the other side?”

“He did.”

“What’d he think of it?”

“He has new respect for our ability to not go mad.”

I wanted to ask who Richard had fed on, but it was none of my business. I wasn’t monogamous, and neither was he. I was still leaning against the wall, but my eyes were open. “Damian fed the ardeur not as the eatee, but as the eater?”

“It was not hard to raise it in him.”

“Is this permanent? I mean do Richard and Damian need to feed now, too?”

“Non, ma petite. Desperate measures, but not permanent ones.”

“How can you be sure?” I asked.

“Because I can feel it growing in me again, not just my need, but yours. I parceled it out, shared it among those I could, but it is time again, ma petite.”

I turned around and stared blindly out into the kitchen. “Are you saying you borrowed my ardeur for the last few hours?”

He seemed to think about that. “That will do for an explanation. Oui.”

“So I could hunt bad guys and not lose control in the middle of it all.”

“Yes.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I said what I could, “Thank you.”

“You are most welcome, ma petite, put dawn is near, and when I sleep, the ardeur will return home. I would prefer to give it back to you before then, so I might feel how tempestuous that return will be.”

“You’re worried.”

“Oui.”

“You asked me how I felt, why?”

“The ardeur comes with a price, as all the hungers do, but they have their rewards, as well. I do not speak