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Oh. “Being a sociopath does have its benefits,” I said.

Caleb crawled towards us, in that gliding crawl the leopards could do. It was inhumanly graceful. He came close enough to put his face against my leg. I let him, because I figured that they’d get around to smelling me if I claimed Nathaniel. I just hadn’t planned on it being one of Micah’s cats first.

“He does have her scent on his skin.”

“They sleep in the same bed most nights,” Elizabeth said. She was on her feet, hadn’t even snagged her hose.

Caleb rubbed his face against my leg. “She smells of wolf and . . . vampire.” He gazed up at me. “Did you do your Ulfric and your master last night? Is that why Nathaniel doesn’t smell like pussy, because there wasn’t a hole left for him?”

I’d tried to keep my version of an open mind, but I decided then and there that I didn’t like Caleb. “The pard has a right to question who Nathaniel sleeps with, because he doesn’t have good judgment. None of you have the right to question me.”

Caleb moved in one of those too-fast-to-see motions and shoved his face into my groin, hard enough that it almost hurt. I pulled the Browning without thinking about it and had it pressed against his skull before I realized it. Faster than normal—even for me.

Caleb raised his head back so that his forehead was pressed against the end of the gun. He stared up at me. “You don’t smell like dick. Don’t tell me you had at least three men with you in a bed and nobody got to fuck you.”

“Caleb, I’m really beginning not to like you.”

He grinned. “But you won’t shoot me, because that would make Micah mad.”

“You’re right, I shouldn’t have pulled the gun. I’m just not used to being able to draw a gun before I have time to think about it.”

“I’ve never seen you move that fast,” Zane said.

I shrugged. “Benefits of the change, I guess.” I put the Browning back. I wasn’t going to shoot him for just being obnoxious.

Caleb rested his cheek against my thigh, and I let him. My struggling would just amuse him, and he was behaving himself, relatively speaking.

Vivian touched my arm. “Are you really going to be one of us?”

“We’ll know in about two weeks,” I said.

“I am sorry,” she said.

I smiled at her. “Thanks.”

“You didn’t top Nathaniel,” Elizabeth said. “You’re too squeamish to use your teeth on him like that.”

I looked at her, and I let the darkness fill my eyes that was my own version of a beast. The look that said just how far down the well I’d fallen. “I’m not as squeamish as I used to be, Elizabeth. You might want to remember that.”

“No,” she said, “no, you’re protecting him. He’s been teacher’s pet since day one. You’re just afraid of what Micah will do. Afraid of what a real Nimir-Raj will do to him now that he’s disobeyed a direct order.” She stalked over to us. “And you should be afraid, Anita, you should be very afraid, because Micah’s strong, strong the way Gabriel was strong. He doesn’t flinch.”

“I’ve heard enough about Gabriel to wonder if that’s a compliment.” Micah came out of the woods with a tall man beside him. Before Micah, I’d never slept with a man that I’d just met. I’d never slept with anyone that didn’t make my heart beat faster, my skin react to the sight of him. As Micah glided from the trees, he was graceful and handsome, but I wasn’t in love with him, and my body didn’t react like I was. I was both relieved and a little ashamed of that.

He was wearing shorts that had been cut off and allowed to go ragged at the hem. A white tank top seemed to glow in the dark, making his tan look even darker. A wide leather belt encircled his slender waist. He’d tied his hair back in a ponytail, but it was so curly that it didn’t give the illusion of short hair; you knew even from the front that there was a lot more hair behind him. He seemed more delicate in clothes than he had without them. Maybe I just hadn’t been paying attention to how small boned he was. There was something graceful in the way he was made, fine bones, smooth skin, very . . . refined, especially for a man. Jean-Claude was prettier,