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I took time to put my bra on as I walked back to my Jeep, the shoulder holster still flapping around my waist. I slipped it over my naked skin, and it was not comfortable, but I didn’t want to take the time to put my shirt on. I knew what I was going to do now.

I walked to my Jeep, and everyone waited in the dark while I unlocked the door, scooted into the passenger seat, opened my glove compartment, and got out a spare clip of lead bullets. I’d started carrying an extra clip of lead bullets in the Jeep since I ran afoul of a few rogue fairies. You can shoot the fey with silver all day and it won’t do much. But lead, they didn’t like lead. Lead also had other uses, because it wouldn’t kill a wereanimal. Only silver would do that. I walked back towards them, popping out the clip that was in the gun as I moved. I put the clip in my pocket, though it didn’t fit well, and shoved the new clip home until it clicked.

Elizabeth finally started looking worried when I was about two cars away. Anyone else would probably have been running, but common sense wasn’t one of Elizabeth’s strong suits. I had actually pointed the gun at her while I very calmly walked closer, before she said, “You wouldn’t dare.”

I stared down the barrel of the gun at her, and I felt nothing. It was a big, cold empty place inside me—utterly calm, peaceful. But at the center of that empty peacefulness was a tiny kernel of satisfaction. I’d been wanting to do this for a long time.

I shot her twice in the chest, while she was still telling me I wouldn’t shoot her. She went over backwards, spine bowing, hands scrabbling at the road, legs kicking while she tried to breathe.

Everyone had cleared a big space around her. I stood over her and stared down while she tried to breathe, and her heart struggled to beat around the hole I’d put in it. “You keep saying I can’t kill you like a real Nimir-Ra by tearing your throat out, or gutting you. Maybe that’s going to change soon, but until then I can shoot you, and you’ll be just as dead.”

Her eyes rolled desperately, while her body tried to cope with the damage. Blood welled out of her mouth.

“This time it wasn’t silver. But fail me again, Elizabeth, in anything large or small, fail any member of this pard, and I will kill you.”

She’d finally gotten enough air to talk. She spat out blood and the words, “Bitch, you don’t even . . .” more blood, “have the guts . . .” dark blood from her mouth, “to shoot me for real.”

Staring down at her, I realized something I hadn’t before. Elizabeth wanted me to kill her. She wanted me to send her to wherever Gabriel was. She probably didn’t realize that’s what she wanted, but if it wasn’t a death wish, it was close enough.

She lay there and healed, and cursed me, and told me how weak I was. I shot her in the chest again. She writhed and jerked, and the pool of blood just grew wider underneath her body.

I let the ammo clip fall into my hand from the gun, put it in my other pocket and got my main clip back in the gun. “Silver now, Elizabeth. Any more smart remarks?” I waited until she had healed enough to talk. “Answer me, Elizabeth.”

She stared up at me, and there was something in her eyes, something that said we finally had an understanding. She was afraid of me, and sometimes that’s the best you can do with people. I’d tried kindness. I’d tried friendship. I’d tried respect. But when all else fails, fear will do the job.

“Good, Elizabeth, I’m glad we understand each other.” I turned to the others. They were staring at me like I’d sprouted a second head—a nasty one. Micah held out my clothes to me, and I slipped the shoulder holster off and the clothes on. No one said anything while I dressed.

When everything was back in place, I said, “Shall we go to the house now?”

Caleb looked positively ill. Micah looked pleased. So did Merle, and Gina, and all my leopards.

“You will not be allowed guns tonight in the lupanar,” Merle said.

“That’s what the knives are for,” I said.

He looked at me