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“Me, Claudia, Fredo, Lisandro, Socrates, Brontes, Bobby Lee, Mickey, Ixion. A lot of the wererats are ex-military and mercs. But some of them are better at killing than minimizing the damage.” He shrugged. “Claudia and Bobby Lee will be in charge of the list, but I know that you won’t be left with just Graham and Clay again. Maybe one of them, but they’ll need to be paired up with someone with more real-world experience.”

“Real-life experience?” I made it a question.

“Ex-military, merc, ex-cop, professional bodyguard. Raphael recruits from some very hardcore places.”

“Narcissus doesn’t?” I asked.

Remus shrugged again. “He does now. He lost nearly three hundred men when Chimera took them over. They slaughtered them. Narcissus had a lot of muscle and athletes, but he didn’t have many real fighters. One of the reasons that the werehyenas got taken over by such a small force was that they weren’t the real deal. Narcissus found out that martial arts training doesn’t stand up to true warriors. War ain’t an Olympic event; it’s no place for amateurs.”

“And you are not an amateur,” Jean-Claude said in that pleasant, empty voice.

“No, sir,” Remus said, “I am not.”

25

I WENT TO the bathroom for a few minutes and came back out to find that Jean-Claude wasn’t the only vampire in the bedroom. Elinore stood near the bed. She was dressed in a white gown with a high lacy collar and a cream robe that managed to look graceful, and not like jammies at all. Her long blond hair fell in a pale wave around her body, like a second robe, so long. She was a vision in pale delicate colors, then she looked at me. Her eyes were a pale icy blue, the wrong color of blue for that delicate face. Her face was a near-perfect oval, dainty and unreal, as if someone had carved her from some white, pure rock, and breathed life into her. Unless she worked at it, hers was a cold beauty. If her eyes had been a brighter blue, I think it would have made her look warmer. The eyes gave the lie to the rest of her. The eyes were serious, careful, watchful. Hidden under all those clothes was a round, curvy body, soft. She didn’t believe in weight lifting, too unladylike. But she had a body that was as lovely and desirable as the face, if a little soft for my tastes. She had the blond Nordic beauty that I’d craved as a child. Craved so I’d fit in with my blond, blue-eyed father and his new family.

I’d tried to hate her, just on principle. I’d failed, why? Under that ladylike exterior she was tough, fair, and harder than a box of nails. She just hid it much better than I did. We got along. Besides, all the male vamps were prettier than me, why shouldn’t some of the female vamps be prettier, too?

“Elinore,” I said, “what…” I checked my wristwatch. “What are you doing awake before noon?”

“That is what I was asking Jean-Claude,” she said in that silky voice that matched all the lace and cream satin.

Jean-Claude looked at me from where he sat on the edge of the bed. He was in his black brocade robe with all the fur on it. They looked like opposite ends of a dream; one so pale, the other so dark.

“All our people have gained from what we did last night, ma petite.” He motioned toward Elinore. “This is proof of just how much they may have gained.”

I started walking around the end of the bed toward them. “Is this the earliest you’ve woken as a vampire?”

She nodded.

“How do you feel?” I asked.

She seemed to take the question seriously. She screwed that pretty little face up in a look of concentration. I was never sure if Elinore really had that many cute mannerisms or whether she’d spent so many centuries using them as camouflage that she couldn’t get rid of them now. Whatever, she was always doing things that made me think, little girl, doll-like, cute. Until she decided not to be cute; then she was positively frightening. I wondered how many enemies had been lured in by that softness only to find the steel dagger inside all that silk. If I’d been willing to play to my packaging, I might have pulled it off, but it just