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He smiled. “I do not think you need to fear that. You are stronger willed than that.”

“You just said I might be tempted by the other wereleopards.”

“If the Nimir-Raj or Nathaniel are not near you when the ardeur rises, then my advice is to give in to it instantly.”

I gave him wide eyes.

“If you fight it, ma petite, it grows. If it grows large enough, then you may indeed turn into slut-girl. If you give in and feed immediately, then you will have sex with one person, not several, and it will be more a person of your choosing.”

“So the real advice is, keep the men I prefer within easy reach.”

“I would make Nathaniel, or someone of your choosing, your constant companion.”

I swallowed hard and searched his face, but it was pleasantly blank—his expression when he didn’t want me to know what he was thinking. His eyes had bled back to normal.

Something occurred to me. “I haven’t seen Damian around.”

“I speak of sex, and you think of Damian.” His voice was still pleasant but the words held something harsh.

“You give me this list of people to sleep with, and not to sleep with, but you leave him off either list. And he wasn’t at the club, and he didn’t come to the bedroom, attracted by the power like Asher. Where is he?”

Jean-Claude rubbed his hands over his face. “I was going to tell you, then you decided you wanted no more hard truths today.” He lowered his hands and looked at me.

“He’s alive, I’d know it if he wasn’t.”

“Yes, I believe you would. There was a time when my first master made my heart beat. Her power suffused me, made me live. But her power came from her Master of the City, so it was in reality his power that filled me. Each master vampire that I belonged to demanded blood oaths, and each one in turn made my blood course, my heart move. Then Belle, herself, the head of my line, brought me in, and she filled me. She was like the pounding of the ocean, and all others before her were but rivers seeking to drown in her embrace. Gradually, I filled with my own power. But even now it is her lineage that makes me live. The power that made her is what keeps me alive. Damian is descended from her line, not from Belle herself, but from one of her children, as I am. I am Master of the City and the power that animates me, animates Damian. When he took the oaths that bound him to me, that made him loyal to me, it became my power that filled him, my power that made his heart beat. And I broke the tie with She who made him.”

“You make all the vampires under you alive?” I made it a question.

“The power comes through me, yes, but only if they are of my line, my lineage. If they are descended from other than Belle’s children, then no, the blood oaths do not bind as tightly.”

“What about Asher? You don’t make his heart beat.”

He nodded. “Very good, ma petite. No, I do not. A Master Vampire is a vampire that has become enough of a power that they fill themselves up. It is one of the things that being a master means, and one of the reasons that many of the older vampire masters still kill their children when they feel that tie break.”

“You’re volunteering an awful lot of information, and don’t think I’m not grateful, it’s fascinating, but what does this all have to do with Damian?”

“You have raised Damian from his coffin once, filling him with your necromancy like a zombie. You have saved his life twice with your necromancy. You have forged a tie between him and you.”

Actually, I knew that, but out loud I said, “He said that he couldn’t tell me no if I gave him a direct order. That he wanted to serve me. It scared him.”

“It should have.”

“I didn’t mean to do it, Jean-Claude. I didn’t even know it was possible.”

“Legends speak of necromancers that could control all types of undead, not merely zombies. It was at one time Council policy to slay all necromancers on sight.”

“Gee, glad the policy changed.”

“Yes,” he said. “But you severed my tie with Damian. I did not realize it at first, but when he returned from Tennessee, it was not my power that made his heart beat, it was yours.”

I remembered feeling that in Tennessee,