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“You are always careful, ma petite. I never worry that any bad thing will catch you unaware. It is one of your charms for me that you can take care of yourself.”

“Even against something bad enough to scare you and Malcolm this badly.”

“I trust you, ma petite. Do you trust me?”

That was a loaded question, but finally I said, “Yeah.”

“You do not sound certain.”

“I trust you, but…I don’t like secrets, and I do not trust the council. And I have a warrant of execution on a vamp who is probably innocent. I’ve got a second warrant coming by tomorrow. They are both members of the Church of Eternal Life. I may not agree with Malcolm’s philosophy, but his members usually stay away from killing offenses. If I get a warrant of execution for a third member of Malcolm’s church this week, then it’s a frame. The law, as written, doesn’t give me much wiggle room, Jean-Claude.”

“Actually, it gives you a great deal of wiggle room, ma petite.”

“Yeah, yeah, but if I don’t use the warrant in a timely manner, I may have to answer to my superiors. I’m a federal marshal now, and they can call me on the carpet and make me explain my actions.”

“Have they done that to any of the new marshals yet?”

“Not yet. But if I’ve got a warrant, and other murders with the same MO keep happening, I’ll need an explanation as to why I haven’t killed Sally Hunter. The police, whatever the flavor, won’t accept ‘it’s a secret’ as an answer if people keep dying.”

“How many humans are dead?”

“One victim per warrant, but if I hesitate on the warrants, will whoever this is escalate the violence and force my hand?”

“Possibly.”

“Possibly,” I said.

“Oui.”

“You know, this could get ugly really fast.”

“You have used your discretionary powers to get warrants vacated in the past. You saved our Avery.”

“He is not ‘our’ Avery.”

“He would be yours, if you would let him.” There was the faintest of tones in his voice.

“Are you jealous of Avery Seabrook? He’s like only two years dead.”

“Not jealous in the way you mean.”

“Then how?”

“It was my blood he drank when he took oath to me, ma petite, but it is not me he watches. I should be his master, but I think if we both ordered him to do opposite things, I am not certain I would win the contest.”

“Are you saying that my hold on him is stronger than yours?”

“I am saying it is a possibility.”

It was my turn for silence. I was a necromancer, not just an animator of zombies, but a real, true necromancer. I could control more than just zombies. We were still trying to figure out how much more.

“Malcolm said he wasn’t sure which of us was victim and which victimizer anymore.”

“He is foolish, but not a fool.”

“I think I understood that,” I said.

“Then I will be plain. Go on your date with Nathaniel, celebrate your almost-anniversary. This is not our fight, not yet, perhaps not ever. Do not make it our fight, for it could be the death of everyone we love.”

“Oh, thanks, and with that cheery message, I’ll have no trouble going to the movies and enjoying myself.” Truthfully, I felt a little silly about the whole date tonight. Nathaniel wanted to celebrate our anniversary. The trouble was, we couldn’t agree on when our relationship changed from friends to more than friends. So, he’d chosen a date and called it our almost-anniversary. If I hadn’t been too embarrassed, I’d have picked the first time we had intercourse as the anniversary date. I just couldn’t figure out how to explain to friends why that date.

Jean-Claude sighed, and it wasn’t sexual this time, just frustrated, I think. “I wanted this almost-anniversary to go well, tonight, ma petite. Not just for your sake, and Nathaniel’s, but if he can work you through your reluctance to be romantic, then the rest of us might have a chance to celebrate special days with you, as well.”

“And what date would you pick as our anniversary?” I asked, in a voice thick with sarcasm.

“The first night we made love, for that is the night that you truly let yourself love me.”

“Damn it, you’ve thought about this.”

“Why does sentiment make you so