Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Colletion_ Books 6-10 - Laurell K. Hamilton [868]
Richard spoke low, his voice fallen to a rolling growl, as if his beast lurked just behind that handsome throat. “Never touch him again, Narcissus, or we’ll finish this.” Then Richard slowly, carefully, slid his hands away from Narcissus. I expected him to scoot away, clutching his injured wrist, but I underestimated him, or maybe overestimated him.
Narcissus did cradle his wrist, but he stayed pressed against Richard’s body. “You’ve torn ligaments in my wrist. They take longer to heal than bone.”
“I know,” Richard said softly. The level of anger in those two words made me flinch.
“With a thought I can tell my men to leave her wereleopards to the mercy of their captors.”
Richard glanced at Jean-Claude, who nodded. “Narcissus can contact his . . . men mind-to-mind.”
Richard put his hands on Narcissus’s shoulders, to push him away I thought, but Narcissus said, “You’ve revoked your safe passage by injuring me against my will.”
Richard froze, and I could see the tension in his back, feel the sudden uncertainty.
“What is he talking about?” I asked. I wasn’t even sure who I was asking.
“Narcissus has a small army of werehyenas within this building and on the surrounding buildings as guards,” Jean-Claude said.
“If the werehyenas are so powerful, then why doesn’t everyone talk about them in the same breath with the wolves and the rats?” I asked.
“Because Narcissus prefers to be the power behind the throne, ma petite. It means that the other shapeshifters are constantly currying his favor with gifts.”
“Like Nikolaos used you,” I said.
He nodded.
I looked at Richard. “What have you been giving him?”
Richard eased away from Narcissus. “Nothing.”
Narcissus turned on the bed, still cradling his wrist. “That’s about to change.”
“I don’t think so,” Richard said.
“Marcus and Raina had an arrangement with me. They and the rats dictated that my hyenas could never rise above fifty in number. To make this happen they used gifts, not threats.”
“The threat was always there,” Richard said. “War between you, us, and the rats, with you on the losing side.”
Narcissus shrugged. “Perhaps, but have you not wondered what I’ve been doing since Marcus died and you took over? I wondered when the gifts would start arriving, but instead all gifts stopped, even the ones I’d begun to count on.” He looked at me then. “Some of those gifts were yours to give, Nimir-Ra.”
I must have looked as confused as I felt, because Jean-Claude said, “The wereleopards.”
“Yes, Gabriel, their old alpha, was a dear, dear friend of mine,” Narcissus said.
Since I’d killed Gabriel, I didn’t like the way the conversation was going. “You mean that Gabriel gave some of the wereleopards to you?”
Narcissus’s smile made me shiver. “All of them have spent time in my care, except Nathaniel.” His smile faded. “I assumed Gabriel kept Nathaniel to himself because he was his personal favorite, but now that you’ve told me what Nathaniel is, I know that wasn’t it.” Narcissus leaned forward on his knees. “Gabriel was afraid to give me Nathaniel, afraid of what we might do together.”
I swallowed hard. “You covered your reaction really well when I told you.”
“I’m an accomplished liar, Anita. Best remember that.” He looked up at Richard. “How long has it been since Marcus’s death, a little over a year? When the gifts stopped coming, I assumed the pact was at an end.”
“What are you saying?” Richard asked.
“There are over four hundred werehyenas now, some new, some recruited from out of state. But we rival the wererats and werewolves now. You will have to negotiate with us as equals instead of peons.”
Richard said, “What do you . . .”
Jean-Claude interrupted.