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Sabin raised a hand in front of his skeletal face, almost a pleading gesture. I stared down the barrel of the gun into his one good eye and pulled the trigger. The bullet took him just above the crumbling remains of his nose. It made a nice big exit wound like it was supposed to, spattering blood and brains on the grass. Sabin collapsed backwards onto the grass. I fired two more shots into his skull until it looked like I’d decapitated him.

“Edward?” It was Harley. He was standing over Cassandra’s very still, very dead body. His eyes searched wildly for the one person he recognized.

“Harley, it’s me, it’s Anita.”

He shook his head, as if I was a buzzing fly. “Edward, I still see monsters. Edward!” He raised the machine gun at me, and I knew I couldn’t let him fire. No, it was more than that, or less. I raised the Browning and fired before I’d had time to think. The first shot sent him to his knees. “Edward!” He squeezed off a round of fire that went inches above the men’s heads. I fired another into his chest, and put one through his head before he fell.

I approached him, gun at the ready. If he’d twitched, I’d have shot him again. He didn’t twitch. I knew nothing about Harley except he was genuinely crazy and very good with weapons. Now I’d never know because Edward didn’t volunteer information. I kicked the machine gun out of Harley’s dead hand and went for the others.

Edward was sitting up, rubbing the back of his head. He watched me walk away from Harley’s body. “Did you do it?”

I faced him. “Yes.”

“I’ve killed people for less.”

“So have I,” I said, “but if we’re going to fight, can we unchain the boys first? I don’t feel Richard anymore.” I couldn’t say the word dead out loud, not yet.

Edward got to his feet, a little shaky, but standing. “We’ll fight later.”

“Later,” I said.

Edward went to sit by his friend. I went to sit by my lover and my other boyfriend.

I holstered the Browning, slipped the cross off Jean-Claude’s neck, and threw it spinning into the woods. The darkness was suddenly velvet and intense. I bent to undo his chains and one of the links went spinning by my head.

“Shit,” I said.

Jean-Claude sat up, sweeping the chains down his body like a sheet. He slipped off the blindfold last. I was already crawling to Richard. I’d seen the sword pierce his heart. He had to be dead, but I searched for the big pulse in his neck, and I found it. It beat against my hand like a weak thought, and I slumped forward with relief. He was alive. Thank you, God.

Jean-Claude knelt on the other side of Richard’s body. “I thought you could not bear his touch, that is what he told me before they gagged him. They were afraid he would call his pack to aid him. I have already called Jason and my vampires. They will be here soon.”

“Why can’t I feel him in my head?”

“I am blocking it. It is a fearful wound, and I am better practiced at dealing with such things.”

I pulled the gag from Richard’s mouth. I touched his lips gently. The thought of how I’d refused to kiss him earlier that day bit at me. “He’s dying, isn’t he?”

Jean-Claude broke Richard’s chains, more carefully than his own. I helped him clear them from Richard’s limp body. Richard lay on the ground in the bloodstained white T-shirt I’d last seen him in. He was just suddenly Richard again. I couldn’t imagine the beast I’d seen. I suddenly didn’t care. “I can’t lose him, not like this.”

“Richard is dying, ma petite. I feel his life slipping away.”

I stared up at him. “You’re still keeping me from feeling it, aren’t you?”

“I am protecting you.” There was a look on his face that I didn’t like.

I touched his arm. His skin was cool to the touch. “Why?”

He turned away.

I jerked him hard, forced him to look at me. “Why?”

“Even with only two marks, Richard can try and drain us both to stay alive. I am preventing that.”

“You’re protecting us both?” I asked.

“When he dies, I can protect one of us, ma petite, but not both.”

I stared at him. “You’re