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I put the gun on the desk with my hand sort of caressing it. Not exactly holding it, but touching it. “I wanted to have the gun naked on the desk when you came through the door. Asher talked me out of it.”

“So he is here to see you do not do anything foolish.”

“He is here because I trust him, and I don’t trust you.”

“You are not a fool. I would not expect you to trust me.”

“And what would you do with your little gun?” Adonis asked.

“Shooting you and Merlin here seems like a possibility.”

“On what grounds?” Merlin asked. “What laws have we broken? We are allowed mass hypnosis for theatrical purposes.”

I hated to admit it, but he was right. I shrugged. “If I think on it, I’m sure I can come up with something.”

“Would you, as you Americans say, frame us?”

I sighed, and let my hand fall away from the gun. “No, I guess I wouldn’t.”

“Then I say again, why are we here? What have we done to anger Jean-Claude?”

“You know exactly what you did,” I said, “and why we’re pissed at you.”

“No, truly, Miss Blake, I do not.”

“It’s Ms. Blake, or Marshal Blake, to you.”

He made a small gesture. “Ms. Blake, then.”

“What would you have done if you had succeeded in rolling the minds of six Masters of the City?” Asher asked. His hair hid half his face, a golden distraction.

“I will not answer your question for you are not master here, nor powerful enough to be témoin.”

“Fine, what he said.”

Merlin looked at me. “What is that, Ms. Blake?”

“Don’t make me repeat the question, Merlin, just answer it.”

“I don’t understand what you hope to gain by this little discussion, Ms. Blake. Truly, I do not.”

“You tried to mind-fuck six Masters of the City, plus a half-dozen or more rulers of the local lycanthropes. Hell, we’ve got animals to call of several masters, plus human servants. You tried to bite off a great, big, bloody chunk, and you weren’t master enough to swallow it.”

“Merlin could have taken you all.” This from Elisabetta.

I shook my head without looking at her. “No, he couldn’t, or he’d have done it.”

“What do you want from us, Ms. Blake?” Merlin asked.

“I want to know why you did it. Don’t give me shit about wanting all your audience to enjoy the show. If you have truly been mind-fucking all the masters at all the performances, then you wanted to know if you could take them all here tonight. I want to know, why?”

“Why what, Ms. Blake?”

“Why try to roll everyone? Why run the risk of insulting all of them? Why throw this big a gauntlet down? You’re a master vampire. You’re so damn old you make my bones ache just sitting there. Vamps like you don’t make mistakes, Merlin. Vamps like you always have a reason for everything they do.”

“Perhaps I do not believe that a human who has barely seen three decades of mortal life would be able to understand my motives.”

“Try me. Better yet, try Jean-Claude. You said it yourself; when you speak to me, you speak to him.”

He went very still then. I knew the quality of that stillness. I’d surprised him in some way. Stillness could be as telling on a vampire as a gesture on a human.

“Touché, Ms. Blake.” He made another small gesture with his hands. “You will not believe that I did it only to make our production more enjoyable to all.”

“No,” I said.

He did that hands-out gesture again. I was beginning to wonder if it was his version of a shrug. “Perhaps, after succeeding in city after city, I had simply grown arrogant. Perhaps I truly believed I could do you all.”

“I believe you’re arrogant. I might even believe that you rolled the rest of the masters individually. I’m not sure on that one, yet. I’ve felt your mind; I won’t say you couldn’t do it, just that you might not have tried.”

“Then why did I try tonight?” he asked.

I smiled. It didn’t feel like a happy smile, more like that curl of lips when I’m pissed. “That’s what I’m trying to find out, and what you keep avoiding answering.”

“Am I avoiding the question?” he asked.

I nodded, and this time my smile was almost happy. “Yeah, you are.”

“Perhaps I have answered