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“I don’t know, but comments like that are what help keep you off the list,” I said.

“Step back,” Claudia said to him.

He scowled at her, muscled arms folding over his chest.

She took a small movement toward him. “Are you challenging me?” Her voice was flat and empty as she said it; it made the threat all the more ominous.

Graham shook his head, and backed up until he was against the wall. He sulked, but he did what she asked. I hoped he got a girlfriend soon, because his little tantrums were really beginning to bug me.

As if the thought had conjured her out of the dimness, Meng Die appeared farther down the corridor. It was the first time I’d seen her since she’d sliced Requiem up. I did not want her here while I tested my beasts.

She was one of the few women who ever made me think, delicate. She was tinier than I was, so fragile looking. Maybe that was why she almost always wore black leather, very dominatrix. The clothes suited her though, catlike, skintight, scary, and sexy all at the same time. Yeah, scary, sexy, that summed Meng Die up perfectly.

She slinked on black, high-heel boots toward Graham. It was as if Claudia had seen this show before, because she said, “He’s working, Meng Die.”

Meng Die made that delicate triangular face pout, but it never reached those uptilted eyes. She changed direction without so much as a regretful glance at Graham. And that, that was why Graham wasn’t devoted to her. Why she’d almost broken Clay’s heart. She’d wanted Graham, but if she couldn’t have him, that was fine. No man likes to know, for certain, that it doesn’t matter to a woman if he’s the man in her arms or not. Come to that, a woman doesn’t like it when a man treats her that way either. Okay, no one likes knowing that they’re utterly replaceable. We all like to be special.

Meng Die slinked toward Requiem. He backed away from her. Jean-Claude said, “You are not to touch him again, Meng Die.”

She looked at Jean-Claude. “Never again?”

“Not unless he wishes it.”

She turned that lovely face to Requiem. “Do you truly wish never to touch this body again?” She made her hands flow over her curves as she said it.

Some of the men in the hallway followed her hands down her body. Auggie and his men did. Requiem didn’t. Jean-Claude didn’t. None of the wereleopards did. Jason did, though. The view was nice if you didn’t know the mind that went with it.

Meng Die walked past me, and the leopards, and the lions, like we weren’t there. She went for Jason. He had looked, and he wasn’t on the forbidden list.

She entwined herself around him, head on his shoulder. Even in the heels, she was shorter. “Come play with me, Jason.”

He laughed, and shook his head. “I’ve got a report to give.” I had no idea what report he was talking about.

“Afterward?” She made it a question.

He smiled, but said, “No. Thanks, but no.”

She ran her hand over the front of his jeans. Apparently, she wasn’t feeling the least bit subtle today.

He grabbed her wrist, and said, “No.”

She jerked away from him. “Why is it no? Because she’s here?” She pointed at me.

I hadn’t known that Jason and Meng Die had had sex. It must have shown on my face, because she said, “You didn’t know?”

I shook my head.

“We had a lot of fun, until you fucked him. Until you fed the ardeur off him.”

I stood up, and Micah and Nathaniel moved with me. “I didn’t know he was your boyfriend,” I said.

“Meng Die doesn’t have boyfriends,” Jason said, “just people she fucks.”

“And what’s wrong with that?” she asked.

“Not wrong, just not my thing.”

“You enjoyed it, Jason, I know you did.”

“You’re good at fucking,” he said.

“So are you,” and she made it a purr. Not a cat purr, but that alto, sultry sound that some women can make. I’ve never been able to do it.

Jason grinned at her. “But sometimes I prefer to make love, not just fuck. I couldn’t explain the difference to you.”

She frowned at him, the sultry look slipping around the edges. “Making love, it’s all just pretty words for fucking.”

I glanced at Jean-Claude. “You couldn’t teach her the difference?”

He gave an elegant