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I glanced at Jason. He was gazing at her like he was memorizing every curve, the way her breast spilled to the side. His eyes were almost soft as he looked at her. More than lust, maybe? Or the way you look at a really fine work of art, admiring it because you’re not allowed to touch.

Neither of the others were giving nearly as good a show. Nathaniel was wrapped in a ball, head pressed to Cherry’s waist. He was so bound in covers that all you could see was the top of his head. He whimpered in his sleep, and Cherry’s hand touched the top of his head, her other arm flinging out into space, eyes still closed, still asleep. But even in her sleep, she reached for him, comforted him.

Zane lay on the other side of Nathaniel, spooning his body against the smaller man’s. But the covers had been dragged off him, showing the blue bikinis he was wearing. The underwear looked suspiciously like Cherry’s, as if she’d had to give him something to wear to bed.

Jason had eyes only for Cherry’s slender form. I was surprised that she couldn’t feel the weight of his gaze, even in her sleep.

I held the quilt in place with one hand and touched his wrist with the other. I crooked my finger at him and led the way to the far corner of the room, as far away from the bed as we could get.

I leaned against the wall to the side of the window. Jason leaned against the wall close enough that his shoulder brushed the edge of the quilt. I didn’t protest because we were whispering. Besides, after awhile, complaining about everything that Jason did just got tiresome. It wasn’t really personal. He pushed his luck with everyone.

“Did you sense anyone the last watch?”

He shook his head, leaning so close that I could feel his breath against my cheek. “They’re afraid of you after last night.”

I turned to look at him and had to move my head back a little to be able to focus on his eyes. “Afraid of me?”

His face was very serious. “Don’t be coy, Anita. What you did last night was impressive, and you know it.”

I hugged the blanket around my shoulders and looked at the ground. After the rush of power had faded last night, I’d been cold. I’d been cold all night. It was nearly ninety degrees outside. The air conditioner was whirring, and I was cold. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the kind of cold that blankets or heat or even another warm body could chase away. I’d scared myself last night. Lately, that took a lot.

I’d seen the burning vampires in my dreams. They’d chased me with flame-covered arms. Their mouths opened in screams, fangs leaking fire like dragon’s breath. The burning vamps had offered me Mira’s head. The head had talked in its basket, asking, “Why?” Because I was careless didn’t seem like a good enough answer. I ran from the dying vampires all night long, one dream after another, or maybe it was just one long, broken dream. Who knows? Either way, it hadn’t been restful.

Richard had turned to me last night with the vampire bodies still glowing like banked fires. He’d looked at me, and I’d felt his revulsion, his horror at what I’d done, like a knife through my heart. If things had been reversed and I’d been the werewolf and he’d been the human, he’d have been just as sickened after the show with Marcus as I had been. No, more so. The only reason Richard hung around with monsters was the fact that he was one.

Richard had gone off to his cabin with Jamil and Shang-Da. Shang-Da and Jamil hadn’t been horrified; they’d been impressed. Though Shang-Da had said, “They’ll kill us all for this.”

Asher had disagreed. “Colin is a lesser master than Jean-Claude, yet he demanded the life of Jean-Claude’s second, me, and the sanity of one of his wolves, Jason. He overstepped his bounds. Anita merely reminded him of that.”

Shang-Da had looked at the blackened corpses, slowly turning to piles of ash. “You think any master vampire will allow this to go unanswered?”

Asher shrugged. “It is no disgrace to lose against someone who has met the Council and survived.”

“Besides,” Jamil said, “he’ll be scared now. He won’t come against Anita face-to-face