Burnt Offerings - Laurell K. Hamilton [103]
“Yeah,” I said. “I have got to get out of this dress, but let me make one thing clear. Gregory is mine now. He’s a good guy. No abusing him.”
Louie turned to me, and his black eyes had bled across the pupil so that his eyes were like black buttons, rat’s eyes. “He tortured his own brother.”
“I was there, Louie. I saw it.”
“Then how can you defend him?”
I shook my head. “It has been a long night, Louie. Let’s just say that without Gabriel to force the wereleopards to be evil, they’ve been choosing different paths. He refused to torture one of the wolves, and that’s why they broke his legs.”
The look on Louie’s face said he didn’t believe it. I shook my head and made shooing motions. “Go in the kitchen, make coffee. Let me slip out of this damn dress and I’ll tell you everything.”
Ronnie pulled him towards the kitchen, but her eyes watched me, full of questions. I mouthed, “Later” to her, and she went into the kitchen. I trusted her to keep Louie busy until I got changed. I didn’t really think that he’d harm Gregory, but the wereleopards had pissed off so many people. Better to be safe than sorry.
Richard was up on a stepladder drilling holes in the ceiling above my bed. So much for my security deposit. My bedroom was the only one on the first floor. I’d given it up so they wouldn’t have to get Gregory up the stairs. Little flakes of ceiling covered his bare torso in a fine white powder. He looked very handy-mannish in just jeans. Cherry and Zane were on the bed, holding pieces of the traction apparatus for him, helping him measure.
The drill stopped, and I asked, “Where’s Vivian?”
“Gwen took her to see Sylvie,” Richard said. His eyes were very neutral as he looked at me, voice careful. We hadn’t said much to each other since our moment in the ring.
“Nice to have a trained therapist in the house,” I said.
Cherry and Zane were both watching me. They reminded me of golden retrievers in the obedience ring, eyes earnest, intent on every word and gesture. I didn’t really like people looking at me like that. Made me nervous.
“I just came in to get clothes. I want out of this dress.” I moved past them to the chest of drawers. Jean-Claude had been busy in here, too. It just wasn’t as obviously not my taste. At the far end was a bay window complete with window seat. It was full to overflowing with my toy penguin collection. There was a new penguin sitting on the bed with a large red bow on its neck and a card leaning against its furry belly. Bits of ceiling had already rained down on its black fur.
The drill stopped, and Richard said, “Go ahead, check the card. That’s what he meant for you to do.”
I looked up at him, and there was still anger in his eyes and pain, but underneath that there was something else. Something I had no words for, or perhaps didn’t want words for. I took the penguin off the bed, dusting it off, and opened the card with my back to him. The drill didn’t start up again. I could feel him watching me while I read the card.
It said, “Something to sleep with when I am not with you.” It was signed simply with an elegant J.
I shoved the card back in the envelope and turned to face Richard, penguin clutched to my stomach. His expression was very careful, as neutral as he could manage it. He looked at me, fighting to keep his face empty and finally failing. A rawness spilled into his eyes, of need and words and things unsaid.
Zane and Cherry backed off the bed, gliding towards the door. They didn’t leave, but they made a point of not standing between us. I didn’t think we were going to have a full-out battle, but I couldn’t blame them for getting out of the way.
“You can read the note if you want. But I’m not sure it will help.”
He made a small abrupt sound, not quite a laugh. “Should you be offering your boyfriend’s love letters to your ex-boyfriend?”
“I don’t want to hurt you, Richard. I really don’t. If seeing the note will make it better, you can see it. Except for that first time, I’ve never done anything you didn’t know about. I don’t intend to start now.”
I watched the