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Marco gave a small bow, the gaze of those odd tawny eyes never leaving my face. It was the way you bow in martial arts when you’re afraid the other person will hit you if you glance away.

Jamil had moved up beside me, not ahead of me, but close enough that our shoulders brushed. I didn’t tell him to move back. He’d saved my life once, I’d let him do his job.

“Then greet me, Nimir-Ra.” It was another male voice. He stepped out from behind the cloaks to the left. As he stepped out, the cloaks dropped and I could see Gregory clearly.

He was turned towards the wall, nude except for his pants that had been peeled down to his lower thighs, his boots still on. Chains held his wrists above his head, his legs were wide apart. His curling blond hair fell just below his shoulders. His body was slender but muscled, butt tight. You have to take care of your body if you’re going to strip professionally. There was no mark on his body that I could see, but blood had spattered on the floor in front of him, below him, pooling, dark, drying. They hadn’t cut anything on his back. My stomach clenched tight, my breath squeezing down in my throat.

“Gregory,” I said, softly.

“He’s gagged,” said the man. I finally dragged my gaze away from Gregory, and the sight of the other man, the alpha, made me stare.

He wasn’t a lion man, he was a snake man. His head was wider than my shoulders, covered in olive green scales with large black spots. One arm was bare, and it looked very human except for the scales and the hands that ended in twisted claws that would have made any predator proud. He turned his head to look at me with one large copper gold eye. A heavy black stripe stretched back from the corner of his eye to his temple. His movements were vaguely birdlike. Other black-cloaked figures stepped away from the walls, dropping hoods to show themselves scaled, with the same stripes near metallic eyes and hands with curling claws.

My people fanned out around me, two going to either side. “Who are you?”

“I am Coronus of the Black Water Clan, though I doubt that will mean anything to you.”

“Marco mentioned you were new in town. I’m Anita Blake, Nimir-Ra of the Blooddrinkers Clan. By what right do you harm my people?” What I wanted to do was start screaming, but there are rules. I couldn’t be furry, or scaly, but I could follow the rules.

Coronus walked to the wall and stood next to the brunette chained to it. She made small panicked sounds as he reached for her. Sylvie moved a little closer to him, to the girl, as if she was waiting for an excuse. Coronus traced a finger down the girl’s cheek, the barest of touches, yet she closed her eyes and shivered.

“I came here seeking swanmanes, and I found three of them. They had already tied up the male. We thought it was their leader, their swanking, or we would not have harmed him. By the time we found we had the wrong animal, it was late in the game.”

I glanced at the cloaks still held firmly in place, the impassive faces of the men as impossible to read as if they’d already become snakes. I noticed that one of the figures had breasts. It was nearly naked where they showed above a scoop neck T-shirt. I could see the chains reaching for the ceiling and down to the floor. There was more blood, a lot more blood, on that side.

“Let me see Nathaniel.”

“Would you not like to see your blond leopard up close and personal first?”

I started to ask why. I didn’t like the fact that he seemed reluctant for me to see Nathaniel. “You want me to see Gregory first?”

The man seemed to think about it, head to one side. The movement looked animal-like, yet not exactly snakelike. “Up close and personal, yes, yes, I do.”

I didn’t like the way he kept saying personal, but I let it go. “Then you’ve made a request of me, Coronus. If I do it, I can make one of you.” Sometimes the rules are helpful. Rarely, but sometimes.

“What would you have of me?”

“I want him unchained.”

“He was easily taken once by my people. I see no reason why not. Go, gaze upon him, touch