"You have been most patient," Jean-Claude said.
I wanted to argue, but couldn't. I nodded. "You have been."
"So just like that he gets to fuck you," Richard said.
I sighed. "You've done so well today, Richard. Don't spoil it."
"And how would you feel if I picked one of the women here in the underground to have sex with while you fuck Sampson?"
I looked at him. I thought of several things to say, none of them helpful.
"You wouldn't like it, would you?" he said.
"No," I said, not sure what else to say.
"Then don't expect me to enjoy sharing you."
"I don't expect you to like it, Richard. I don't think Jean-Claude likes it either, or Micah." I looked at Nathaniel. I both frowned and smiled.
"I like sharing," he said, with a smile.
"Good for you," Richard said. "I don't."
"You're having sex with the human women you're dating," I said.
"Some of them, yes I am."
"You're doing that by choice; I'm doing this because I have to."
"You'll still enjoy it," he said.
"Would it make you happier if the sex were bad?"
"Yes." He stood up, and let me finally see that he was wearing nice jeans and a red T-shirt. He'd probably refused fetish wear, and I didn't think he had any dress clothes here. "Yes, it would make me feel better if I didn't know you'd enjoy it."
"I don't know what to say to that, Richard, I really don't."
"I'm not having sex with anyone but Anita, and I don't have a problem with this," Micah said.
"No, of course you don't, because you're perfect," Richard said.
Micah looked at me, as if asking how much fight to have.
"Don't fight," I said. "Let's eat, then we'll talk about what to say to Rafael."
"And just because she says 'don't fight,' you won't fight, will you?" Richard asked.
"Usually, no," Micah said.
"Sometimes, Micah, I hate you," Richard said.
"Right back at you," Micah said with a smile.
Richard's power slapped along my skin like tiny bites of heat. But Micah was closer, and when his power flared, too, it was like standing too close to an open oven. "Stop it, both of you."
"Mon chat, mon ami, we do not have time for this."
"I am not your friend," Richard said. "I am your wolf to call, but that does not make us friends."
Jean-Claude took a deep breath, let it out, and went very still. Still in that way that the old ones could go, so that you felt if you looked away they'd vanish, even though they were standing right there. His voice when it came was neutral, pleasant, in an empty, impersonal way. "As you like, Richard. Mon chat, and mon lupe, we do not have time for this."
Richard turned toward him, his power filling up the room like hot bathwater that had gotten out of hand. You thought you were having a nice relaxing bath, and suddenly you were drowning. My pulse sped up, and the wolf inside me stirred.
I closed my eyes and started breathing, deep and even, breathing from the soles of my feet to the top of my chest. Deep cleansing breaths, to still that movement deep inside me. To isolate me from what Richard was doing. It was his power, not mine. I did not have to respond to it. Part of me believed that, but part of me knew better. His power and mine had married too tightly.
"Don't call me that," Richard said.
"If you are only my wolf to call and you are not my friend, then what else can I call you?" Jean-Claude's voice was very flat when he said it. I realized suddenly that he was angry, too. Angry at Rafael? Angry at the Harlequin? Angry at everything?
"Not that, not just wolf."
"You take insult where none is intended, but if you will find insult where none is meant, then perhaps I should try harder to insult on purpose."
The sound of the heavy outer door banged loud in the charged silence. It made me jump. "Rafael is here," Claudia said. Her voice managed to sound relieved and worried all at the same time, as if she was happy to cut the fight short, but worried what her king would do.
Richard was glaring at Jean-Claude, and the vampire was finally letting his anger show on his face when Rafael walked through the far drapes. Rafael was tall, dark, and handsome. There was absolutely nothing wrong with the six-foot, darkly Hispanic man in his nicely cut business suit. He'd left the tie off, so that the white dress shirt framed the hollow of his neck like an invitation. That last thought didn't sound like my own. I glanced at Jean-Claude, wondering if it was his. He'd fed on someone's blood today, I could tell that much, but I knew that sometimes he lusted after powerful blood the way that other men lusted after pretty women. What I hadn't known until that moment was that he lusted after Rafael as food.
Another surprise was behind him. Louie Fane, Dr. Louis Fane, teacher of biology at Washington University, and live-in boyfriend of one of my best friends. Ronnie, Veronica, Sims would probably have told me boyfriend sounded too junior high school. She'd have probably preferred the term lover, but it was my interior dialogue so I could use the words I wanted. Besides, Ronnie's continuing campaign to make her and Louie's relationship about sex and not emotion was her problem, not mine. Though sometimes she made it mine.
Louie was five foot six, slender, but not weak looking. Today his arms were covered, but when they were bare fine muscles played in his forearms. His hair was straight and dark, and cut short, freshly so, because I'd seen him only last week and it had been past his ears; now it wasn't. His face was softly squared, almost the only hint that his mother had been from Ecuador. That and the black eyes, darker even than my own.
I was surprised to see Louie. Don't know why; he was Rafael's second-in-command. How did a mild-mannered college prof get to be second banana in an animal group made up mostly of mercs and ex-criminals? By being smart, and not nearly as soft as he looked.
"Rafael, King of the Rodere of St. Louis, welcome," Jean-Claude said. The formality of the greeting set the tone.
"Jean-Claude, Master of the City of St. Louis, I am honored that you have invited me into your home." His gaze went to Richard. "Ulfric of the Thronnos Rokke Clan, friend and ally, thank you for seeing me so early in the day."
I was close enough to hear the sharp intake of breath, and I thought Richard would say something that went with that almost violent breath, but he let the air out slowly. It shuddered a little on its way out, and he spoke almost normally. "Rafael, King of Rats, friend and ally, there's plenty of food, help yourself."
"Thank you," Rafael said, and some tension I hadn't realized was there went out of his broad shoulders, as if he'd worried about Richard's reaction, too.
Louie went to Richard, and they did that guy handshake/hug, where you grip forearms and sort of bump shoulders. I heard him say, "Sorry about this."
If Richard said anything, I didn't hear it because Micah was talking to Rafael. "Are the leopards so unimportant that you do not even greet their king or queen?"
Of all the people in the room, I hadn't expected problems from Micah. From the look on Rafael's face, him either. "I meant no disrespect, Nimir-Raj."
"Yes, you did," Micah said.
"Micah…" I said.
He shook his head at me. "No, Anita, we can't let an insult like this go. We can't."
Richard said, "You finally find something worth fighting for, Micah?"
He gave Richard a cold look. "What would you do if Rafael had ignored you and greeted every other leader in the room?"
Anger flashed over Richard's face, then smoothed out. "I wouldn't like it."