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I shook my head. I didn’t feel very funny.

“Have we broken your spirit? Taken the fight out of you?”

I stared at her. Anger flared through me like a wave of heat. “What do you want, Nikolaos?”

“Oh, that’s much better.” Her voice rose and fell, a little-girl giggle at the end of each word. I might never like children again.

“Jean-Claude should be growing weak inside his coffin. Starving, but instead he is strong and well fed. How can this be?”

I didn’t have the faintest idea, so I kept quiet. Maybe it was rhetorical?

It wasn’t. “Answer me, A-n-i-t-a.” She stretched my name out, biting off each syllable.

“I don’t know.”

“Oh, but you do.”

I didn’t, but she wasn’t going to believe me. “Why are you hurting Phillip?”

“He needed to be taught a lesson, after last night.”

“Because he stood up to you?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said, “because he stood up to me.” She scooted out of the chair and pattered towards me. She did a little turn so the white dress billowed around her. She freaking skipped over to me, smiling. “And because I was angry with you. I torture your lover, and maybe I won’t torture you. And perhaps, this demonstration will give you fresh incentive to find the vampire murderer.” Her pretty little face was turned up to me, pale eyes gleaming with humor. She was good.

I swallowed hard, and I asked the question I had to ask, “Why were you angry with me?”

She cocked her head to one side. If she hadn’t been blood-spattered, it would have been cute. “Could it be that you do not know?” She turned back to Burchard. “What think you, my friend? Is she ignorant?”

He straightened his shoulders and said, “I believe that it is possible.”

“Oh, Jean-Claude has been a very naughty boy. Giving the second mark to an unsuspecting mortal.”

I stood very still. I was remembering blue, fiery eyes on the stairs, and Jean-Claude’s voice in my head. All right, I had suspected it, but I still didn’t understand what it meant. “What does the second mark mean?”

She licked her lips, soft like a kitten. “Shall we explain, Burchard? Shall we tell her what we know?”

“If she truly does not know, mistress, we must enlighten her,” he said.

“Yes,” she said and glided back to the chair. “Burchard, tell her how old you are.”

“I am six hundred and three years of age.”

I stared at his smooth face and shook my head. “But you’re human, not a vampire.”

“I have been given the fourth mark and will live as long as my mistress needs me.”

“No, Jean-Claude wouldn’t do that to me,” I said.

Nikolaos made a small shrugging motion with her hands. “I had pressed him very hard. I knew of the first mark to heal you. I suppose he was desperate to save himself.”

I remembered the echo of his voice in my head. “I’m sorry. I had no choice.” Damn him, there were always choices. “He’s been in my dreams every night. What does that mean?”

“He is communicating with you, animator. With the third mark will come more direct mind contact.”

I shook my head. “No.”

“No what, animator? No third mark, or no you don’t believe us?” she asked.

“I don’t want to be anyone’s servant.”

“Have you been eating more than usual?” she asked.

The question was so odd, I just stared for a minute, then I remembered. “Yes. Is that important?”

Nikolaos frowned. “He is siphoning energy from you, Anita. He is feeding through your body. He should be growing weak by now, but you will keep him strong.”

“I didn’t mean to.”

“I believe you,” she said. “Last night when I realized what he had done, I was beside myself with anger. So I took your lover.”

“Please believe me, he is not my lover.”

“Then why did he risk my anger to save you last night? Friendship? Decency? I think not.”

All right, let her believe it. Just get us out alive, that was the goal. Nothing else mattered. “What can Phillip and I do to make amends?”

“Oh, so polite, I like that.” She put a hand on Burchard’s waist, a casual gesture like petting a dog. “Shall we show her what she has to look forward to?”

His whole body tensed as if an electric current had