Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Colletion_ Books 6-10 - Laurell K. Hamilton [987]
There was a lot of support for that, a lot of howls, cries of yeah, applause even. I couldn’t blame them on this one. I stepped forward, moving until I stood alone between my allies and the throne. Silence fell around the clearing, until you could hear the torches sizzling.
Richard stared down at me. I could meet his eyes now. I made sure my voice carried when I said, “Jacob’s right.”
Sylvie looked startled. So did Jacob. And there was movement behind me as people startled. “I haven’t been much of a lupa to the Thronnos Rokke Clan, but I didn’t know I was supposed to be. I was just the Ulfric’s girlfriend. I had my hands full with the wereleopards, and I trusted Richard to take care of the wolves. The leopards had no one but me.” I turned and faced the crowd. “I was human, not fit to be lupa, or Nimir-Ra.” The crowd’s murmur was louder this time.
“I don’t know if you’ve all heard, but there was an accident in the fight that saved the swanmanes. I may be Nimir-Ra for real in a few weeks. We won’t know for sure, but it seems likely.”
They were quiet now, watching me, human eyes, wolf eyes, rats, leopards, but every face held intelligence, a burning concentration. “There’s nothing I can do about that. We’ll just have to wait and see, but my leopard did not injure me on purpose. I will stake my word of honor on that. I’m told that Gregory stands accused of killing your lupa.” I raised my hands out from my body. “Here I stand, alive and well. If you lose me as your lupa, it won’t be because Gregory took me from you, it will be because you choose to let me go. If that’s what you want, fine. I don’t blame you. Until tonight, until just a few minutes ago, I didn’t think I was doing a very good job as Nimir-Ra, let alone trying to be human lupa. Now, I think maybe I was wrong. Maybe if I’d stayed around more, things would be better. I did what I thought was right at the time. If you don’t want me as lupa, that’s your right, but don’t punish a fellow shapeshifter for an accident that happened during a fight where he saved me from getting my heart dug out of my chest.”
“A pretty speech,” Jacob said, “but we’ve already voted, and your leopard has to pay the price, unless you’re shapeshifter enough to win him back.”
I looked back, not at Jacob, but at Richard. “Richard, please.”
He shook his head. “I can’t undo the vote, Anita. I would if I could.” He sounded tired.
I sighed. “Fine, how do I win Gregory back?”
“She needs to stop being lupa, before she can be Nimir-Ra.” This from Paris, who though back in the crowd, still managed to make her voice ring over the clearing.
“I thought you voted me out as lupa,” I said.
“They have,” Richard said, “but to make it official by our laws, there’s a ceremony that will sever your ties to us.”
“Is it a long ceremony?” I asked.
“It can be,” he said.
“Let me get Gregory out first, then I’ll do whatever lukoi ceremony you want me to do.”
“You have the right to refuse to step down,” Sylvie said.
I looked at Richard.
“You have that right.” His face, his voice, were neutral as he said it. I couldn’t tell if he was happy or sad about the idea.
“What happens if I refuse?”
“You’d have to defend your right to be lupa, either by one-on-one combat with any dominant that wants the job . . .” And he stopped there.
Sylvie looked at him, but it was Jacob who finished. “Or you can prove that you’re lupa enough to keep the job by annointing the throne.”
I just looked at him and shrugged. “Annointing the throne—what does that mean?”
“You fuck the Ulfric on the throne in front of all of us.”
I was already shaking my head. “Somehow I don’t think either Richard or I are up to public sex.”
“It’s a little more complicated than that,” Richard said. He looked at me, and there was so much in his eyes—anger, pain—that it hurt to hold his gaze.
“Sex alone isn’t enough. We’d have to have a mystical connection between our beasts.” He was quiet, and I thought he’d finished,