Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Colletion_ Books 6-10 - Laurell K. Hamilton [367]
Zane had tried to take Gabriel’s place as pimp and bad-ass kitty, but he hadn’t been strong enough to fill the bill. He’d let Nathaniel nearly die and hadn’t been able to protect him.
Nathaniel could bench-press a grand piano, but he was a victim. He liked pain and wanted someone to be in charge of him. He wanted a master and was trying very hard for me to take the job. We might have worked something out, but being his master—or mistress—seemed to include sex, and that I was not up for.
“I’ll go,” Jason said. He sat down beside Cherry and laid his head on her shoulder, snuggling. Cherry moved away from him, cuddling closer to Nathaniel. It wasn’t sex, exactly, it was that the wereanimals tended to get up close and personal with their own kind. It was considered something of a social gaffe to cuddle up to a different sort of animal. But Jason didn’t care. Cherry was female, and he flirted with anything that was female. Nothing personal, just habit.
Jason wiggled his butt until Cherry was pressed between him and Nathaniel. “I’ve got a suit in my luggage. A nice, normal, blue suit. I’ll even wear a tie.”
Cherry growled at him. It sounded all wrong, coming from that pretty face. I am not one of those women who wants to redo other women. I don’t care much for makeup or clothes. But Cherry made me want to give her hints. If she was pretty in the Bride of Frankenstein makeup, she’d have been a knockout in something that matched her skin tone.
I smiled. “Thanks, Jason. Now, give Cherry some breathing room.”
He pressed himself even closer. “Zane gave me a kiss to make me move.”
“Move, or I’ll bite your nose off.” She gave an expression that was half-snarl, half-smile, a threatening flash of teeth.
“I think she means it,” I said.
Jason laughed and stood in one of those lightning-fast movements that they were all capable of. He went to stand behind my seat, leaning his forearms on it.
“I’ll hide behind you until it’s safe,” he said.
“Get off the back of my seat,” I said.
He moved his arms but stayed standing behind me. “Jean-Claude thought you might have to take some of us into police situations. We can’t all look like college students and porn stars.”
The porn star comment was sadly accurate for all three of the wereleopards. Another good idea of Gabriel’s had been to star his people in porno films. Gabriel did his own share of starring roles. He was never one to ask of his kitties what he wasn’t willing—nay, eager—to do himself. He’d been a sick son of a bitch, and he’d made sure that his wereleopards were as sick as he was.
Nathaniel had given me a gift box of three of his movies. He suggested we watch them together. I said thanks, but no thanks. I kept the tapes mainly because I wasn’t sure what to do with them. I mean, he’d given me a gift. I was raised not to be rude. They were way in the back of my video cabinet, hidden behind a stack of Disney tapes. And no, I had not watched them once I was alone.
The air slapped against the plane, making it shudder. Turbulence, just turbulence. “You’re actually pale,” Cherry said.
“Yeah,” I said.
Jason kissed the top of my head. “You know you’re actually cute when you’re scared.”
I turned very slowly in the seat and stared at him. I would have liked to say I stared at him until his smile faded away, but we didn’t have that kind of time. Jason would grin on his way into hell. “Don’t touch me.”
The grin widened. His eyes sparkled with it. “Who me?”
I sighed and settled back into the seat. It was going to be a very long couple of days.
4
PORTABY AIRFIELD IS small. I guess that’s why it’s called an airfield instead of an airport. There were two small runways and a cluster of buildings, if three could be called a cluster. But it was clean and neat as a pin, and the setting was postcard perfect. The airfield sat in the middle of a wide, green valley surrounded on three sides by