Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Colletion_ Books 11-15 - Laurell K. Hamilton [678]
“You are all blood of my blood, Anita. I can do many things to that which is mine.”
Hands on me, cloth tearing, my body jerking with the force of it. The coolness of air on my back. Jean-Claude’s chest and stomach pressed against my back, the lace of his white shirt only a frame for our flesh. But the moment that much of his skin touched mine, the memory turned black and Belle was back on the edge of her big bed in the flickering light of candles. Her anger filled her eyes with dark honey flame. She had never known that Jean-Claude gave Auggie a choice, all these long years ago.
Jean-Claude’s bare arms wrapped around my nearly naked upper body. He wrapped his arms around me, cradled me as close to his body as the gun and knife at my back would allow.
Augustine’s hands were still in mine, as if he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, let me go. But it was Jean-Claude’s body that chased her back. That shut down the memory.
“Your body can stop me, but I leave you two parting gifts, Jean-Claude and Augustine. The first is the ardeur that will claim the three of you, and if I push hard enough will spread through the room to all that are left. I feel Asher and…” She closed her eyes, licked her lips. “Mmm, Requiem is there, as well. They will try to hold it back when it happens. Perhaps they will succeed, perhaps not.” Then she looked directly at us, and it was as if she could see us, truly see us. Such concentration in those eyes. “My second is a question to you and a gift for Anita. Have you realized one of her talents, Jean-Claude, that she can borrow the abilities that are used against her? My ability to make living memories, I give to her now, just this once. I want her to have it to use, and I will not fight her magic’s ability to take it. I will let her take this power to her mind, and I leave her with this question: Do you really believe that Augustine and Jean-Claude only had sex this one time, or were there more?”
Cloth tore, and more of Jean-Claude pressed against me. “I close this door to you, Belle, for she is mine, not yours.”
“I’m going, I’m going, enjoy my gifts.” But I was still tied close enough to her mind to know that she had no choice. She pretended she did, but Jean-Claude had chased her out. The last thing I felt from her was regret. Regret for the men she left me with, that I had them and she did not.
I came up gasping as if I’d been underwater. I was down to nothing but bra and panties, the skirt suit ripped away. My gun with its holster had vanished with the skirt. Jean-Claude’s clothes were mostly gone, as well.
“Is there anything your bloodline does that doesn’t involve getting naked?”
He laughed, that wonderful, touchable laugh. And I wasn’t the only one who reacted to it. Auggie shivered as he gripped my hands. He was still in his expensive suit, even his tie tight in place. He’d behaved himself admirably.
I looked around the room and found it empty except for Asher on the side near the outer door and Requiem on the side near the hallway that led farther into the underground. Asher with his golden hair that hid the scars the Church had given him when they tried to burn the devil out of him with holy water. Requiem tall and pale, with hair almost as dark as mine and Jean-Claude’s. His face was graced by a mustache and a small trimmed beard. Though tonight he looked like something big had hit him on the side of the face. They both held their arms up and out from their bodies. I could feel power radiating from them. I realized they’d thrown up the vampiric equivalent of a power circle to try to hold in the ardeur, and the memories. To stop it from spreading.
I relaxed in Jean-Claude’s arms, squeezed Augustine’s hands. There was a whisper in my mind, “Were there other times?” Was it my thought, or hers? I didn’t know, and it didn’t matter, because the