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Asher said, “Do you merely want someone to dominate, or are you interested in being dominated?”

Narcissus looked back at him. “Why?”

“Answer the question truthfully, Narcissus,” Jean-Claude said. “You may find it worthwhile.”

Narcissus looked from one vampire to the other, then back to Asher, standing there in his brown leather outfit. “I prefer to dominate, but with the right person I’ll allow myself to be topped.”

Asher walked towards us, making his tall, slender body sway. “I’ll top you.”

“You do not have to do this,” Jean-Claude said.

“Don’t do it, Asher,” I said.

“We’ll find another way,” Richard said.

Asher looked at us with those pale, pale blue eyes. “I thought you’d be happy, Jean-Claude. I’ve finally agreed to take a lover. Isn’t that what you wanted me to do?” His voice was mild, but the mockery came through just the same, the bitterness.

“I have offered you nearly all in my power, and you have refused all. Why him? Why now?” Jean-Claude got to his knees, and I offered him a hand up, not a hundred percent sure that I should.

He looked at the offered hand.

“If you think it’s safe,” I said.

He wrapped his hand around mine, and the power flowed in a burning rush down my hand over his, down his arm, and I felt it hit his heart like a blow. He closed his eyes, swayed for a second, then looked at me. “It was unexpected the first time.” He started to stand, and Richard went to his other side, so that we held him between us.

“I don’t know if this is good for you, or not,” I said.

“You fill me with life, ma petite. You and Richard. How can it be bad?”

I didn’t say the obvious, but I thought it really hard. If you could fill the walking dead with life, should you? And if you did, what would happen to that walking dead? So much of what we were doing between us magically had never been done before, or only once before. Unfortunately we’d had to kill the other triumvirate that consisted of a vamp, a werewolf, and a necromancer. They’d been trying to kill us, but still, they might have been able to answer questions that no one else could have answered. Now we were just swinging in the dark, hoping we didn’t hurt each other.

“Look at you, Jean-Claude, between them like a candle with two wicks. You will burn yourself up,” Asher said.

“That is my concern.”

“Yes, and what I do is mine. You ask, ‘Why him?’ ‘Why now?’ First, you need me. Which of the three of you would be willing to do this?” Asher moved around Narcissus as if he weren’t there, eyes on Jean-Claude, on us. “Oh, I know that you could have topped him. You can do it when you want, and make a virtue of necessity, but he’s had you beneath him, and nothing less will satisfy him now.” He stood close enough that the energy swirled outward, over him like a lip of hot ocean water. His breath came out in a shuddering sigh. “Mon Dieu!” He stepped back until his legs touched the bed, then he sat down on the black sheets. His brown leather didn’t match as well as the rest of us had.

“Such power, Jean-Claude, and yet none of you wishes to pay the price for Richard’s temper tantrum. But I will pay that price.”

“You know my rule, Asher. I never ask of others what I’m not willing to do myself,” I said.

He looked at me curiously, face unreadable behind the mask, except for his eyes. “Are you volunteering?”

I shook my head. “No. But you don’t have to do this. We will find another way.”

“And what if I want to do it?” he asked.

I looked at him for a second, then shrugged. “I don’t know what to say to that.”

“It disturbs you that I might want to do this, doesn’t it?” His eyes were intense.

“Yes,” I said.

That intense gaze moved past me to Jean-Claude. “It bothers him, too. He wonders if I am ruined and all that is left for me is pain.”

“You once told me that everything worked. That you were scarred, but . . . functional,” I said.

He blinked and looked at me. “Did I? Well, a man does not like to admit such things to a pretty woman. Or to a handsome man.” He looked up at us, but the only person he was really looking