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“You going to try and call my beast?” I said. “You can’t call what’s not there.”

“I felt your power with the little werewolf.” He raised my hand to his face and sniffed along my skin like he was smelling some exotic perfume. “You smell of pack, Anita. There is something in you to call. Whatever it is, I will have it.”

“She is not part of the bargain,” Jean-Claude said.

“She interfered,” Padma said. “That makes her part of this bacchanal. Do not worry. I will not hurt her. Too much.”

He leaned into me and spoke low, soft. It was French, and I didn’t speak enough French to follow it. I caught the word for wolf, and power, and moon, and I felt the power rise inside of me. It was too soon after Jason. The power was too close to the surface, too near. Padma called to it, and I didn’t know how to stop it. The power burst over my skin in a hot wash. My knees buckled and he caught me, as I collapsed against his body.

Richard touched my leg, but it was too late. He tried to strengthen my control, as I’d done for him, but I didn’t have any control yet. Padma called and the munin answered. I was channeling Raina for the second time in an hour.

The power filled my skin, and I stood, pressing my body into Padma, staring at him from inches away. The power wanted to touch someone, anyone. It didn’t care. I cared, and I had enough control this time to refuse it. I said, “No.” I pushed away from him, falling to the ground as I did it.

Padma followed me, touching my hair, my face, as I crawled away from him. “The power is sexual in nature, a mating urge perhaps. How very interesting.”

Jean-Claude said, “Leave her alone, Master of Beasts.”

He laughed. “What do you think would happen if I kept calling her beast? Do you think she would give in? Do you think she would fuck me?”

“We will not find out,” Jean-Claude said.

“If you interfere with my fun, then it is challenge between us.”

“That is what you have wanted all along.”

Padma laughed again. “Yes, I think you should be killed for the Earthmover’s death. But I cannot kill you just for that. The council has voted that down.”

“But if you kill me in a duel, then no one will blame you, is that it?”

“That is it.”

I huddled on the floor, hugging myself, trying to swallow the power back, but it wasn’t going anywhere. Richard crawled to me, touching my bare arm. I recoiled from him as if his touch had burned, because I wanted him, wanted him in a way so raw and primitive it made my body hurt.

“Don’t touch me, please.”

“How did you get rid of it last time?”

“Sex or violence, the munin leaves after sex or violence.” Or healing, I thought. Though that had been sex, too, in a way.

Padma’s power rode over us like a tank, a tank with a spiked tread. We both screamed, and Jean-Claude screamed with us. Blood poured from his mouth in a red rush, and I knew what Padma had done. I’d felt him try to do it to me. He’d shoved his power into Jean-Claude and opened it, burst something inside of him.

Jean-Claude fell to his knees, blood spattering the white shirt. I was on my feet without thinking, standing between Padma and Jean-Claude. The power burned along my skin. My anger fed it as if it truly were a beast.

“Get out of my way, human, or I will kill you first, and then your master.” It was like standing inside an invisible wall of fire and pain to be this close to Padma now. He’d weakened Richard, then me, done something to the marks. Without us, Jean-Claude could not win.

I stopped fighting the energy inside me. I embraced it, fed it, and it spilled out of my mouth in a laugh that raised the hairs on my arms. It wasn’t my laugh. It was a laugh I’d never thought to hear this side of hell.

Padma grabbed me, a hand on each arm, lifting me off my feet. “I am allowed to kill you if you interfere with a duel.”

I kissed him, a soft brush of lips.

He was so startled for a second, he just froze; then he kissed me back, locking his arms behind my back, still with my feet dangling off the ground. He raised his face enough to say, “Even