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“Another night, maybe, but tonight I want to get some straight answers out of you. You’re talking rings around me, and I’m tired of it.”

His power breathed through my mind. I was suddenly pointing a gun at his chest. “Don’t try it.”

“You would slay me simply for using my power.”

“I would shoot you in the chest for trying to roll my mind. One-on-one mind control is illegal, especially for nefarious purposes.”

“I do not plan to take your blood, or feed upon you in any other way.”

The gun was still nice and steady at his chest. “The law doesn’t state you have to do mind control for feeding, just that you infringe on the free will of another. It’s grounds for an order of execution.”

“It takes time to get an order of execution, Ms. Blake. You cannot possibly have one with my name on it in your pocket.” He was chiding again. Silly girl, his voice seemed to say.

I shook my head. I was being silly, wasn’t I? Asher’s hand found my leg. When I’d pointed the gun, his hand had had to move. His hand went up under my skirt, until he traced the edge of the hose, and found skin. It wasn’t about sex, it was about helping keep me clearheaded. It was the first time a man touching my thigh had cleared my head.

I straightened my arm a little, and made it a double-handed grip. Damian’s hand on my shoulder dug in, as if he was afraid of what I was about to do.

“You try to mind-fuck me again and I’ll take my chances with the courts.”

There were other guns out in the room, all of them in the hands of our guys, and girl. Claudia said, “If you leave the couch, you bleed.”

Adonis and Elisabetta settled back against the cushions again. I didn’t spare a glance to see if they were happy about it. Claudia and the others had them; I had my hands full with the vampire in front of me.

“I will not use my power on you again, Ms. Blake. I think you are a little too dangerous to tease.”

“Good of you notice,” I said, voice quiet, fighting to keep my arms steady.

“Your word that you will not try to use your powers on any of us here tonight,” Asher said, his hand very still on my thigh.

“I give you my word that I will not use my powers on any of you tonight.”

“Broaden,” I said.

“What?” Asher asked.

“His word that he doesn’t use his powers on us while he’s in town. I want his word that he’ll be a good boy until he leaves our territory.”

“You heard the lady,” Asher said, and he didn’t try to keep the humor out of his voice. I was glad I was amusing someone.

He gave his word, exactly as I asked him to. He was an ancient vampire. If you could ever get one of the bastards to give their word of honor, then you had them. They wouldn’t break it. Weird, but true.

I lowered my gun, and Claudia and the others did the same. We didn’t put the guns up, though. We had Merlin’s word, not Adonis’s, or Elisabetta’s. I guess I should have thrown that in, but I hadn’t thought about it at the time.

“You know that I am one of the few vampires she created personally. You have seen the memory of my death.”

I nodded.

“I had heard rumors that she was stirring. More rumors that she has visited you in dream, or vision. I am forbidden to approach the council for any reason on pain of death. To have the rumors confirmed, or denied, I had no choice but to come here, to you and Jean-Claude.”

“Why the power trip at the ballet?” I said.

“I wanted to see if I could find something in Jean-Claude that would interest her.”

“And?” I said.

“I found you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you are a necromancer, as of old.”

“And that means, what?”

“You have powers that I have not seen in many long centuries.”

“You haven’t seen my powers used yet.”

“You have a vampire servant. You have an animal to call. You gain powers as if you were a master vampire. You feed upon sex as Jean-Claude does, as Belle Morte does. It is not an option for you, or an added power from Jean-Claude. You must feed as if you were in truth a vampire. Not upon blood, true, but upon lust.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m a succubus.” I tried not to think hard about what I’d just admitted, saying it quick.