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Fade, he called it, like he was talking about curtains that had been in sunlight too long, instead of a living being. Well, a sort-of-living being.

“Well, Gretchen is way past faded. There’s almost nothing left. We leave her in even one more night and she may not be there.”

“She cannot die.”

“Maybe not, but the damage . . .” I shook my head. “We have to get her out now, tonight, or we might as well put a bullet in her.”

“Leave Damian in for one more night, and I will agree to release Gretchen.”

“No,” I said. “Damian is like one of those feral vamps. The longer he’s like this, the greater the likelihood that he’ll never be anything else.”

“Do you really believe that one more night will damage him irreparably?” Jean-Claude asked.

“I don’t know, but I know that if I wait until tomorrow night to get him out and the damage is permanent, I’ll always wonder if that one extra night made the difference.”

“Then we have a problem, ma petite. A hot bath is being run now in preparation for one released vampire. We only have one place suitable here at the Circus for such a recovery.”

“Why a bath?” I asked.

“They must be brought back to life, to warmth. The process must be done carefully, or the risk is one of true death.”

“Wait a minute. A vamp can be in the coffin locked away forever and never die, but getting them out can kill them? That doesn’t make sense.”

“They have adjusted to the coffin, ma petite. To bring them out after a length of time is a shock to their system. I have seen vampires die of it.”

I knew he wouldn’t lie; he was too unhappy about having to say it. “So we throw them both in the same tub, no big.”

“But it is a big, ma petite. The attention and power needed to bring one back must not be divided between them. It will take all that I have to bring one at a time back. I cannot divide my efforts without risking them both.”

“I know that you made Gretchen, but you didn’t make Damian. His ties to you as Master of the City broke when he became mine, so you aren’t his master in any way. I am.”

“Yes,” he said.

“Then isn’t it my job to bring Damian back—my mystical connection with him, not yours?”

“If you were truly his master, another vampire, I would agree. But you are, for all your talents, still human. There are things you cannot do for him, and there are many things you will not know to do for him.”

“Like what?”

He shook his head. “It is a complex process, requiring specialized skills.”

“And you have those skills,” I said.

“Do not sound so skeptical, ma petite. I was part of our mistress’s emergency . . . crew,” he said. “She would punish others and we would be left to deal with the aftermath. It was often her way.”

“We?” I asked.

“Asher and myself.”

“So Asher knows how to do this,” I said.

“Oui, but he is not Damian’s master either.”

“No, but I am. If Damian still has one, I’m it. So you take care of Gretchen, you loan me Asher, and he tells me what to do for Damian.”

“After his little display in the other room, you would trust him?”

“I’d trust him with my life, and so would you.”

“But not our hearts,” Jean-Claude said.

“Why did it bother him so much to see you with Micah?” I asked. “He’s seen almost as bad with Richard, and me.”

“I believe that you as my human servant and Richard as my wolf to call were possessions, mine by right, and you were already in place when Asher arrived in St. Louis. Micah is not my animal to call. He has no ties directly to me. He is your Nimir-Raj, but nothing to me.”

“And?” I asked.

“Asher was willing to share me with you and Richard because you were mine. But this Nimir-Raj is simply another man that has my favor when Asher does not.”

“Micah doesn’t have your favor, exactly, yet.”

Jean-Claude gave a small smile. “True, but Asher does not see it that way.”

“If it weren’t for my . . . social qualms would you be doing Asher right now?”

He laughed, an abrupt sound that didn’t dance along my body; it just filled his face with glee. The closest I’d ever seen to real laughter from him. “Social qualms—ah, ma petite,