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I felt Jean-Claude draw me backwards. He didn’t want to get closer. I didn’t argue. We backed up. It was odd being backed up by Willie. Normally, he was one of the least scary vamps I knew. Now, tension sang down Jean-Claude’s hand. I could taste his heart beating in my own head. He was afraid, and that made me afraid.

The Traveler stopped, hands on hips, laughing. “Afraid I will use you as my horse, Jean-Claude? If you are truly strong enough to have slain the Earthmover, then you should be strong enough to withstand me.”

“I am cautious by nature, Traveler. Time has not lessened the habit.”

“You always did have a smooth tongue in your head and so many other places.”

I frowned at the double-entendre, not sure I caught the meaning, not sure I wanted to. “Let Willie go.”

“He is not being harmed,” the vampire said.

“He is still inside the body,” Jean-Claude said. “He still feels, still sees. You have only pushed him aside, Traveler, not replaced him.”

I glanced at Jean-Claude. His face showed nothing. “You say that like you know from personal experience.”

“Jean-Claude was one of my favorite bodies, once upon a time. Balthasar and I enjoyed him very much.”

Balthasar walked out of the far hallway as if he’d been waiting for his cue. Maybe he had. He was smiling, but it was more a baring of teeth than pleasure. He strode into the room looking elegant and roguish in his white suit. He stood behind Willie, hands on the shorter man’s thin shoulders. Willie, the Traveler, leaned back against Balthasar’s chest. The bigger man wrapped his arms around him. They were a couple.

“Will he know what they’re doing with his body?” I asked.

“Yes,” Jean-Claude said.

“Willie doesn’t like men.”

“No,” Jean-Claude said.

I swallowed and tried to think reasonably, and just couldn’t. Vampires could not take over another vampire’s body. It wasn’t possible. It just wasn’t. But I looked at Willie’s familiar face with a stranger’s thoughts flowing through his brown eyes and knew it was true.

Those brown eyes smiled into mine. I dropped my gaze. If the Traveler could do me through Liv’s eyes when he wasn’t inside her, then he’d suck me down now for sure. It had been a long time since I had had to practice the trick of staring at a face without meeting the eyes. It was like tag with the vamp trying to capture my gaze, and me avoiding it. It was irritating, and scary.

Jean-Claude had said that violence wouldn’t save us tonight. He wasn’t kidding. If a vamp had been holding Willie against his will, forcing him sexually, I’d have shot him. But it was Willie’s body, and he’d get it back. Shooting it full of holes was a bad idea. What I needed was a good idea.

“Does the Traveler like women?” I asked.

“Are you offering yourself in his place?” the vampire asked.

“No, just wondering how you’d like it if the tables were turned.”

“No one else has my ability to share a body,” the Traveler said.

“Would you like it if someone forced you to have sex with a woman?”

Willie’s face cocked to one side, and the expression was alien to him. The sense of otherness was strong enough to make my skin crawl. “I have never felt the draw of a woman’s body.”

“You’d find it distasteful,” I said.

Willie, the Traveler, nodded. “Yes.”

“Then let Willie go. Pick someone who wouldn’t mind so much.”

The Traveler snuggled into Balthasar’s arms and laughed at me. “Are you appealing to my sense of mercy?”

I shrugged. “I can’t shoot you. You’re council. I was hoping that would mean you had more rules than the rest of them. Guess I was wrong.”

He looked at Jean-Claude. “Does your human servant do all your talking now?”

“She does well enough,” Jean-Claude said.

“If she seeks to appeal to my sense of fair play, then you have told her nothing about your time with us at court.”

Jean-Claude kept my left hand clasped loosely in his, but he stepped away from me. I felt him draw himself straighter as if he’d been hunched just a little, huddled around his panic. I knew he was still afraid, but he had rallied. Brave