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“Do you wish me to lie?”

“Damn it, Jean-Claude . . .”

“I can point out to him that if he does not meet the ardeur’s appetite that someone else must.”

“I’ve already pointed that out to him.” I thought about that for a few heartbeats. “He accused me of having . . .” I found I couldn’t quite say it. “He accused me of doing worse with Nathaniel than I’ve done, and he was crude about it. I’m not sure I want to have sex with him right now.”

“You are angry with him,” Jean-Claude said.

“Oh, yeah.”

“So angry that if he asked, you would refuse his bed?”

I started to say yes, then stopped myself. I was tired. Tired of all of it, of both of them, if the truth be known. Couldn’t live with them, or without them. I wanted Richard’s body like an ache in my heart, but when he wanted to be, he could be ugly, and his mood tonight was ugly. I didn’t want to have sex with him when he was like this. Hell, I didn’t want to be around him when he was like this.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“Well, that was honest, and does not bode well. If you refuse Richard, and Nathaniel, and your Nimir-Raj does not return tonight, what will you do in the morning, ma petite? Please, think carefully on this. I beg you to choose the lesser evil, whatever that may be, rather than wait until the hunger overrides your common sense, or even your need for survival.”

“What are you saying?”

“I am saying what I have said before—that to deny the ardeur is to worsen it. Deny it long enough and hard enough, and it will begin to erode all that you are, or thought yourself to be. I survived what I did to feed it in those first weeks, but my moral degradation had been accomplished years before I died. I say again, ma petite, that you will not take it as well as I did. I believe it will compromise your sense of who you are.”

“And fucking Nathaniel isn’t going to compromise me?”

He sighed. “Put that way, I do see your point. But how much more compromising would it be to seduce a stranger?”

“I would never do that.”

“Is that not exactly what you did with the Nimir-Raj?” His voice was very quiet as he said it, very careful not to be accusatory.

I would have loved to have argued the point, but I hate to lose, and I was going to lose this one. “Alright, you’ve made your point.”

“I hope so, Anita, I do hope so.” He never used my name unless something was very wrong. Damn.

“You know, just once it might be nice to have normal problems.”

“And what, exactly, is a normal problem, ma petite?”

Another point for Jean-Claude. “I don’t know anymore.”

“You sound tired, ma petite.”

“It’s only a few hours until dawn. I’ve been up all night, so yeah, I’m tired.” Just acknowledging it seemed to bring it on in a rush that left me rubbing my eyes, which smeared the eye shadow I’d put on onto my fingers and probably around my eyelids. I wore makeup so seldomly that I often forgot I was wearing it.

Richard came back into the kitchen with his bodyguards and the wererats in tow. He gave me a look, and it was not a friendly one.

“I’ve got to go,” I said to Jean-Claude.

“Do you wish me to speak to Richard?”

“No, I think you’ve done enough damage for one night.”

“I meant only to help.”

“Sure you did.”

“Ma petite.”

“Yes.”

“Be careful, and remember what I have said about the ardeur. There is no shame in it.”

“Even you don’t believe that,” I said.

“Ah, you have found me out. There is no shame in feeding, if you feed immediately on a person of your own choosing. If you fight, then you will find yourself feeding on someone not of your choosing, in a place not of your choosing. I do not think you would enjoy that, ma petite.”

He was right about that anyway. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow after you get up. I haven’t forgotten Damian, you know.”

“I did not think that you had, ma petite. I will look forward to your call.”

I hung up without saying good-bye, mainly because I was angry, and scared. Not only did I have Richard to deal with tonight and Gregory to save, but tomorrow morning when I woke up, the ardeur would