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I nodded, almost afraid to speak, because emotions were chasing across King’s face, emotions that didn’t match his calm words, as if he were feeling things that he wasn’t aware of. It was like watching a badly dubbed film, except it was body actions that were out of step, not the words.

A prickling rush of energy came off him like heat, and his eyes turned. One pale greenish leopard, one wolf amber. It wasn’t just the colors of the irises that didn’t match, it was the shape of the pupils; the entire set of each eye socket was slightly different from the other. I hadn’t noticed the bone structure shifting; it had been that fast.

A smile curled his lips. The entire expression of face, body, everything changed, and it wasn’t shapeshifting; it was as if another person just settled into King’s skin. Chimera’s voice was slightly southern, thick and round-voweled. It was the voice I’d heard over the loudspeaker when they tried to ambush us in the club. “Poor Orlando, he just can’t cope anymore. He hates what he’s become.”

I think I stopped breathing for a few heartbeats, which made my next breath harsh. I’d dealt with sociopaths, pychopaths, serial killers, crazies of all ilk, but this was my first multiple personality.

Chimera jerked at the tight tie, tore it off, unbuttoned the collar, rotated his neck, and smiled. “There, that’s much better, don’t you agree?”

My voice came out breathy. “Always good to be comfortable.”

He stepped closer to me, and I backed up, bumping into Zeke. Chimera stepped in very close, almost touching and sniffed just above the skin of my face. This close his power rode over me like thousands of ants biting along my skin.

“You smell of fear, Anita. I didn’t think a little eye shift would spook you.”

I licked my lips, staring into those mismatched eyes from inches away. “The eyes don’t bother me.”

“Then what does?” he asked, still hovering over me.

I licked my lips again and didn’t know what to say. Or rather, couldn’t think of a safe thing to say. I thought of several smart alec remarks, but you should humor crazy people when you’re at their mercy; it’s a rule. Of course, I also had a rule never to put myself at the mercy of sadistic serial killers suffering from multiple personality disorder. I hoped we all lived to regret my breaking that rule. Truly insane people are often unpredictable and hard to negotiate with.

“I’m waiting for an answer,” he said in a sing-song voice.

I just couldn’t think of a good lie, so I tried mild truth. “The fact that I was talking to Orlando King and now I’m not, but it’s the same body talking at me.”

He laughed and stepped back. Then he went very still, as if he were listening to things I couldn’t hear. Was it the rescue, this soon? It couldn’t be. He looked down at me, smiling that unpleasant smile and ran his hands down his own body. “I make better use of the body than Orlando does.”

Okeydokey, things were not improving. I looked up at Zeke and tried to tell him with my eyes that he should have told me that Chimera was this crazy.

Chimera grabbed my wrist, jerked me close. I’d been so busy trying to get eye contact with Zeke that I hadn’t even seen it coming. “I was always inside Orlando. I was that part of him that allowed him to slaughter other human beings and feel nothing but hatred. He rarely took a shifter in animal form. It was safer in human form, and Orlando was a very big believer in safety, at least for himself.” He drew me against his body using my wrist like a handle. He wasn’t hurting me, but the strength in his grip was like a promise, a threat. He could have crushed my wrist and we both knew it.

“King had a reputation for getting the job done,” I said.

“The job was to kill other people, women as well as men. Then he’d cut off their heads, burn the bodies, make sure they weren’t coming back. I was the part of him that enjoyed the work, and when he became what he hated most in the world, I protected him from himself.”

“How?” I asked, softly.

“By doing the things