Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Colletion_ Books 6-10 - Laurell K. Hamilton [871]
Jean-Claude rolled slowly onto his side, and moved his head to stare at us. He licked his lips and tried twice before he could speak. “What have you done to me?”
Richard and I still stood in a cocoon of heat. His hands brushed my arms, and I shuddered against him. His arms locked around my waist, and the more of our bodies that touched the more heat rose around us, until I thought the very air should tremble like the heat of a summer’s day off a tar road.
“Shared Richard’s power with you,” I said.
“No,” Jean-Claude said, and he rose slowly to sit, propped heavily on his arms. “Not just Richard, but you, ma petite, you. Richard and I have shared much, but it never did this. You are the bridge between the two worlds.”
Asher spoke. “She bridges life and death.”
Jean-Claude looked up at him sharply, a harsh look on his face. “Exactement.”
Narcissus spoke. “I knew Marcus and Raina could share their power, their beasts, but Anita is not a werewolf. You should not be able to share your beast with each other, wolf to leopard.”
“I’m not a wereleopard,” I said.
“Me thinks the lady doth protest too much,” Narcissus said.
“Or wereanimal to vampire,” Asher said.
I looked at Asher. “Don’t you start.”
He smiled at me. “I know that you are not a true shapeshifter, but your . . . magic has changed because of the addition of Richard. There is something about you, that if I did not know better, I would say you were indeed one of them.”
“Richard said the wolf is Jean-Claude’s animal to call,” Narcissus said.
“That doesn’t explain this,” Asher said. He knelt by Jean-Claude, reaching towards him.
Jean-Claude caught his hand before it could touch his face, and Asher jerked back. “You’re hot to the touch. Not just warm, hot.”
“It is like the rush after we feed, but more . . . more alive.” He gazed up at us, and his eyes were still drowning blue. “Go save your leopards, ma petite, and let us retire before dawn. I want to see how hot,” he took a deep breath, and I knew he was drawing in the scent of us, “this power will grow.”
“It is all very impressive,” Narcissus said, “but I will have my pound of flesh.”
“You’re beginning to get on my nerves,” I said.
He smiled. “Be that as it may, I still have a right to ask for the insult to be avenged.”
I looked at Richard. He nodded. I sighed. “You know it’s usually me that gets us into this kind of trouble.”
“We’re not in trouble yet,” Richard said. “Narcissus is grandstanding. Why do you think I didn’t change?” He stared at the smaller man.
Narcissus smiled. “And here I thought you were just decorative muscle standing behind Marcus.”
“You won’t fight unless you run out of options, Narcissus, so no more games.” There was a coldness in Richard’s voice, a firmness that could not be crossed or reasoned with. Again it echoed me more than him. Just how tough had the last few months been on him and his wolves? There are only a few things that will harden you this fast. Death of those close to you; police work; or combat where people are actually dying around you. In civilian life, Richard was a junior high science teacher, so it wasn’t police work. I think someone would have mentioned if he’d lost family members. That left combat. How many challengers had he fought? How many had he killed? Who had died?
I shook my head to clear away the thoughts. One problem at a time. “You can’t have any of us, or our people, Narcissus. You’re not going to start a war over the refusal, so where does that leave us?”
“I will take my men out of the room with your cats, Anita. I will do that.” He came to stand in front of me, his back to the bedpost, one hand playing with the chains attached to it, making the metal jingle. “The . . . people that have them are not terribly creative, but they have a certain raw talent for pain.” He stared at me with human eyes again.
“What do you want, Narcissus?” Richard said.
He wrapped the chain around one wrist over and over. “Something