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“I was hoping.”

“I will meet you there with some of my people. Or will you allow only me to ride to your rescue?” He sounded amused now, which was better than angry, I guess.

“Bring who you need.”

“You trust my judgment?”

“In this, yeah.”

“But not in all things,” he said softly.

“I don’t trust anyone in all things, Jean-Claude.”

He sighed. “So young to be so . . . jaded.”

“I’m cynical, not jaded.”

“And the difference is what, ma petite?”

“You’re jaded.”

He laughed then, the sound caressing me like the brush of a hand. It made things low in my body clench. “Ah,” he said, “that explains all the differences.”

“Just give me directions, please.” I added the “please” to speed things along.

“They will not harm your wereleopards too greatly, I think. The club is run by shapeshifters, and they will smell too much blood and take matters into their own hands. It is one of the reasons Narcissus in Chains is no-man’s-land, a neutral place for the fringe of our groups. Your leopards were right, it is usually a very safe place.”

“Well, Gregory wasn’t screaming because he felt safe.”

“Perhaps not, but I know the owner. Narcissus would be very angry if someone became overzealous in his club.”

“Narcissus, I don’t know the name. Well, I know the Greek mythology stuff, but I don’t recognize it as local.”

“I would not expect you to. He does not often leave his club. But I will call him, and he will patrol your cats for you. He will not rescue them, but he will make sure no further damage is done.”

“You trust Narcissus to do this?”

“Oui.”

Jean-Claude had his faults, but if he trusted someone, he was usually right. “Okay. And thank you.”

“You are most welcome.” He drew a breath, then said quietly, “Would you have called if you had not needed my help? Would you ever have called?”

I’d been dreading this question from either Jean-Claude or Richard. But I finally had an answer. “I’ll answer your question as best I can, but call it a hunch, it may be a long conversation. I need to know my people are safe before we start dissecting our relationship.”

“Relationship? Is that what we have?” His voice was very dry.

“Jean-Claude.”

“No, no, ma petite, I will call Narcissus now and save your cats but only if you promise that when I call back we will finish this conversation.

“Promise.”

“Your word,” he said.

“Yes.”

“Very well, ma petite, until we speak again.” He hung up.

I hung up the phone and stood there. Was it cowardly to want to call someone else, anyone else, so the phone would be busy and we wouldn’t have to have our little talk? Yeah, it was cowardly, but tempting. I hated talking about my personal life, especially to the people most intimately involved in it. I had just about enough time to change out of the skirt outfit when the phone rang. I jumped and answered it with my pulse in my throat. I was really dreading this conversation.

“Hello,” I said.

“Narcissus will see to your cats’ safety. Now, where were we?” He was silent for a heartbeat. “Oh, yes, would you ever have called if you had not needed my help?”

“The woman I’m studying with . . .”

“Marianne,” he said.

“Yes, Marianne. Anyway, she says that I can’t keep blocking the holes in my aura. That the only way to be safe from preternatural creepy-crawlies is to fill the holes with what they were meant to hold.”

Silence on the other end of the phone. Silence for so long that I said, “Jean-Claude, you still there?”

“I am here.”

“You don’t sound happy about this.”

“Do you know what you are saying, Anita?” It was always a bad sign when he used my real name.

“I think so.”

“I want this very clear between us, ma petite. I do not want you coming back to me later, crying that you did not understand how tightly this would bind us. If you allow Richard and me to truly fill the marks upon your . . . body, we will share our auras. Our energy. Our magic.”

“We’re already doing that, Jean-Claude.”

“In part, ma petite, but those are side effects of the marks. This will be a willing, knowledgeable joining. Once done, I do not think it can be undone without great damage