Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Colletion_ Books 11-15 - Laurell K. Hamilton [739]
“God, Anita, I love you,” he said, voice still breathy.
“I love you, too, Nathaniel,” I said. And I did.
21
I THOUGHT THAT Micah might protest when Jean-Claude got into bed as naked as everyone else, but he didn’t. If it had been another girl cuddling up against my naked behind I might have protested, but Micah was a lot less trouble than I was to deal with. I guess someone had to be less trouble.
I fell asleep like I did most nights with my stomach cuddled against the back of Nathaniel’s nude body, the warm curve of his ass tucked up tight against my stomach, one arm up so I could touch his hair, the other around his waist, or maybe a little lower. Micah cuddled in behind me, mirroring me almost exactly, except that his arm didn’t curve in around my body but stretched across so that he was touching a little of Nathaniel. Jean-Claude cuddled in against Micah as if he’d done it before, putting his arm across Micah so that he could touch me. His hand curved around me, and I raised the arm around Nathaniel’s waist, so I could touch Jean-Claude’s arm. Dawn was close, and that warm, living arm wouldn’t be warm or living for long. Vampires lost heat faster than a dead human. I wasn’t sure why, but they did.
I enjoyed the warm curve of him while I could. Nathaniel snuggled closer to me, as if he’d pressed his ass through me into Micah, but I didn’t mind. I liked it close. Besides, I knew he was missing me holding him tight. My fingers played on the small hairs on Jean-Claude’s arm, back and forth, tracing his skin. The feel of him like that made me regret for an instant that it wasn’t my body he was pressed up against.
I fell asleep in a nest of warm bodies and silk sheets. I’d had worse nights.
I came instantly awake in the pitch black, my heart in my throat. I didn’t know what had woken me, but it was something bad. I lay there pressed between Micah and Nathaniel, looking around the room in the dim light from the half-open bathroom door. It was the light Jean-Claude left on for us when we slept over. The room looked empty, so why was my pulse in my mouth? Bad dream, maybe.
I lay there pressed between the men, straining to hear something, but there was nothing but their quiet breathing. Jean-Claude’s arm was across Micah’s body, but it was no longer warm. Dawn had come and gone, and taken him from me again.
Then I saw a shadow. A shadow sitting on the foot of the bed. When I looked directly at it, it wasn’t there, but out of the corner of my eye I could see it: a blackness that began to take on a shape, until there was a dark outline of a woman sitting at the foot of the bed. What the hell?
I shook Micah’s arm, trying to wake him, but it didn’t work. I tried Nathaniel, and the same thing happened, nothing. Their breathing never changed. What was happening?
I couldn’t wake them. Was I dreaming and didn’t know it? I drew breath to scream. If it was a dream, it wouldn’t matter; if it wasn’t a dream then Claudia and the guards would come. But the moment I drew a sharp breath, the voice floated through my mind. “Do not scream, necromancer.”
The breath left me, as if someone had pushed on my stomach. I finally managed a whisper: “Who are you?”
“Good, this guise does not frighten you. I was hoping it would not.”
“Who…” Then I smelled it: night. Night out of doors, night some place warm and soft with the scent of jasmine on the air. I knew who it was. “Marmee Noir” was the least rude of the nicknames the vampires called her. She was the Mother of All Darkness; she was the first vampire, and the ruler of their council, though she’d been in hibernation, or a coma, for more than a thousand years. The last time I’d seen her in a dream she’d been as big as the ocean, as black as the space between the stars. She’d scared the shit out of me.
The shadow smiled, or at least that’s what it felt like. “Good.”
I struggled to