The Killing Dance - Laurell K. Hamilton [136]
He frowned at that.
I let him. “Is Damian all right?” I asked.
“He seems to be,” Jean-Claude said.
“What were you two arguing about?”
“Dominic, could you leave us now?” Jean-Claude asked.
Dominic smiled. “Gladly. I am eager to speak with Sabin. Tomorrow, you and Richard can raise him, and you, Anita”—he touched my face lightly—“can heal him.”
I didn’t like him touching me, but there was almost a reverence in his face. It made it hard to yell at him.
“I’ll do my best,” I said.
“In all things, I think.” With that, he bid us a good day and left.
When the door closed behind him, I repeated my question. “What were you two arguing about?”
Richard glanced behind at Jean-Claude, then back to me. “You stopped breathing for a few seconds. No heartbeat, either. I thought you were dying.”
I looked at Jean-Claude. “Tell me.”
“Richard wanted me to give you the first mark again. I refused.”
“Smart vampire,” I said.
He shrugged. “You have made yourself very clear, ma petite. I will not be accused of forcing myself upon you again. Not in any sense.”
“Did someone do CPR?”
“You started breathing on your own,” Richard said. He squeezed my hand. “You scared me.”
I drew my hand out of his. “So you offered me to him as his human servant.”
“I thought we’d agreed to be a triad of power. Maybe I don’t understand what that means.”
I wanted to sit up but still wasn’t sure I could do it, so I had to be content with frowning up at him. “I’ll share power with you both, but I won’t let Jean-Claude mark me. If he ever forces himself on me again, I’ll kill him.”
Jean-Claude nodded. “You will try, ma petite. It is a dance I do not wish to begin.”
“I’m going to let him mark me before I leave for the pack tonight,” Richard said.
I stared up at him. “What are you talking about?”
“Jean-Claude can’t come tonight. He isn’t a member of the pack. If we’re joined, I can still call the power.”
I struggled to sit up, and if Richard hadn’t caught me, I’d have fallen. I lay cradled in his arms, digging fingers into his arms, trying to make him listen to me. “You don’t want to be his servant for all eternity, Richard.”
“The joining of master and animal is not the same as between master and servant, ma petite. It is not quite as intimate.”
I couldn’t see the vampire over Richard’s broad shoulders. I tried to push myself up, and Richard had to help me. “Explain,” I said.
“I will not be able to taste food through Richard, as I could through you. It is a minor side effect, but in truth one I miss. I enjoyed tasting solid food again.”
“What else?”
“Richard is an alpha werewolf. He is an equivalent power to mine in some ways. He will have more control over my entering his dreams, his thoughts. He would be able to keep me out, as it were.”
“And I couldn’t,” I said.
He looked down at me. “Even then, before you had explored your powers of necromancy, you were harder to control than you should have been. Now,” he shrugged, “now I am not sure who would be master and who would be servant.”
I sat up on my own. I was feeling just a tad better. “That’s why you didn’t mark me while you had the chance and Richard to take the blame. After what I did today, you’re afraid that I’d be the master and you’d be my servant. That’s it, isn’t it?”
He smiled softly. “Perhaps.” He sat on the bed on the other side of Richard. “I have not worked for over two hundred years to be Master of my own lands to give up my freedom to anyone, even you, ma petite. You would not be a cruel master, but you would be an exacting one.”
“It’s not pure master and servant. I know that from Alejandro. He couldn’t control me, but I couldn’t control him, either.”
“Did you try?” Jean-Claude asked.
That stopped me. I had to think about it. “No.”
“You simply killed him,” Jean-Claude said.
He had a point. “Would I really be able to order you around?”
“I have never heard of another vampire choosing a necromancer of your power as human servant.”
“What about Dominic and Sabin?” I asked.
“Dominic is no match for you, ma petite.”
“If I agreed to the first mark,