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Her voice echoed in the room. “No farther, until you prove you’ve got your shit under control.” Her legs bent, her body going into that partial crouch, legs moving in the space she had between the raised tub and him. It was a fighting stance. Jesus.

“Move!” Richard shouted it, in a voice gone bass with growling. Not good.

Jean-Claude and I exchanged looks. He gave a small shrug. I tried. “Richard.” I had to raise my voice, and say his name three times, before he answered.

“Tell her to move, Anita,” he growled.

“What will you do if she moves?” I asked.

I felt some of that burning power hesitate, grow weaker. His voice was still growly, but less sure of itself. “I don’t know.” He said it as if he hadn’t thought beyond getting to us. That wasn’t like Richard, to have no idea what he planned to do.

“Are you going to try to hurt us?” I asked, sitting up in the water enough to peer around Claudia’s body. I caught a glimpse of his face. His hair was a foamy mass of waves, all brown and gold. In sunlight there would be more gold to his brown, and strands of coppery red. His hair was brown, but as if it could never quite decide if it might be blond, or auburn instead. It had finally grown back to brush the tops of his broad shoulders. The bright crimson T-shirt strained around his upper arms, because he was holding his hands in tight, tight fists. It looked as if the seams of the shirt weren’t going to hold the muscles’ strain. His summer tan was dark against the red of the shirt. He looked at me then, the full force of his eyes, and the shock of it thrilled down my spine. His eyes were wolf eyes: amber, gold, and no longer human. It was the beginning of the change. No wonder Claudia was on alert.

The dimple in his chin usually softened the sharp perfection of his cheekbones, and the utterly masculine beauty of his face. He, more than almost any other man in my life, was handsome, not pretty. Nothing would ever make you mistake Richard for a girl, not even from the back, not even with the hair. The body was too masculine to be anything else. Tonight the dimple didn’t soften anything, because the anger in his face was too raw. Had the anger fed his power, or the other way around? Who knew; who cared? Dangerous either way.

“Control yourself, Ulfric,” Claudia said.

He turned those golden-amber eyes to her. “If I don’t, what then?” For the first time since I’d known him I realized he was spoiling for a fight. It wasn’t like him. It was like me.

Jean-Claude and I both started to climb out of the tub at the same moment. He went for one of the huge fluffy white towels, wrapping it around his waist as he cleared the water. Shapeshifters aren’t usually bothered by nudity, but tonight he might be, at least by Jean-Claude. Richard was a touch homophobic; what he’d felt us do tonight wouldn’t help that.

I left the knife and the gun on the edge of the tub. I wouldn’t kill him, and he knew it. One, there was a chance that if one of us died, the vampire marks would kill us all; two, most of the time I loved him too much to want him dead. Right at that moment was not one of those times. That moment was one of those times when I wished he had fewer hang-ups, and had had more therapy. He was in therapy, but not enough therapy for what he’d felt Jean-Claude and me do tonight. He was the last third of our triumvirate. Of all the ones we’d shared power with, Richard would have gotten more sensations, more real physical feedback of what we were doing. He was the one who would hate it the most and he got the most complete ride. Unfair, but true.

Jean-Claude stayed near the back wall with its mirror. It was the largest place to stand. He handed me a towel but I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I stood there, framed by the black marble, nude, water dripping down my body, glistening in the light. My hair plastered to my face, leaving my eyes huge and dark in the paleness of my face. I could almost never resist any of my men fresh from the tub or shower. There was something about water streaming down