Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Colletion_ Books 6-10 - Laurell K. Hamilton [986]
“The Ulfric told you to go back and stand with the other candidates. Do it.” She gave Paris a little shove towards the crowd. The woman stumbled, but regained her composure, smoothing the tight dress down over her thighs.
Sylvie had turned to walk back to her place at Richard’s side, when Paris said, “I heard you liked it rough.”
Sylvie froze, and I didn’t need to see her face to feel the instant rage that radiated from her. I knew before she turned, slowly, muscles tense, that her eyes had bled to wolf amber. “What did you say?”
“Sylvie,” Richard said, voice soft. It wasn’t a command, it was a request. I think if he’d made it a command, she’d have fought it, demanded some sort of satisfaction. But it was a request . . . She turned back to Richard.
“Yes, Ulfric.”
“Take your place, please.”
She went back to take her place as Freki on his right side. But the anger boiled around her like nearly visible heat off a summer road.
“I apologize to the swan king, for not recognizing him sooner, but we’ve only met once.”
“Yes,” Donovon Reece said, “I remember.”
“Welcome to our lupanar. I would give you safe passage among us, but I have to know why you are here before I can do that.”
“I am here because the Nimir-Ra rescued my swanmanes from the people that nearly killed her. She risked her life for them. I am here at her side tonight as an ally.”
“I can’t grant you safe passage, Donovan, because if things go badly it will be a fight. If you’re Anita’s ally, you’ll be in the middle of it.”
“She risked her life for my people, I can do no less.”
Richard nodded, and I watched an understanding pass between them. Birds of an honorable feather, so to speak.
“Does she save every shapeshifter she comes across in trouble?” Jacob asked, and he made it derisive.
Richard started to say something, and Sylvie stepped forward, touching his arm. He gave a small nod, and let her speak. “How many of us has Anita saved from torture or death?” She raised her own hand.
Jamil stepped out from around the throne and raised his own. All my leopards raised their hands like a small forest of gratitude. Rafael raised his hand. I finally spotted Louie, his lieutenant, and Ronnie’s boyfriend. He gave a small nod to me and raised his own hand.
Richard stood and raised his hand. There were other hands here and there. Then Irving Griswold, mild-mannered reporter—and werewolf—stepped forward. His glasses reflected the firelight so that he looked blind. He looked like a tall, slightly balding cherub with eyes of flame.
“What would have happened if Anita hadn’t saved Sylvie from the vampire council’s torture? Sylvie’s strong, but what if she had broken? She’s dominant enough to call most of us in, to have forced us to give ourselves over to the vampire council.” Irving raised his hand. “She saved us all.”
Hands went up among the werewolves until nearly half of them were holding a hand up. It made my throat tight, my eyes burn. I wasn’t going to cry, but if someone hugged me, I couldn’t be sure of that.
Louie stepped forward, small, dark, and handsome, with his short black hair cut neat. “Rafael is a strong king, so strong that if the vampire council had broken him, none of us could have refused his call. We would all have been at their mercy. You all saw what they did to him and how long it took him to heal. Anita saved all the rodere in this city.”
The rats raised their hands—all of them.
Sylvie said, “Look around you, do you really want to lose Anita as our lupa? Most of you remember what it was like with Raina. Do you want to go back to that?”
“She’s not lukoi,” Jacob said.
A few others said the same thing, but not many. “If your only objection to her is that she’s not a werewolf,” Sylvie said, “then that’s a poor excuse for losing Anita.”
“Losing her,” Jacob said, “this is the first time I’ve ever seen her. I’ve been with