"You had much more attractive outfits in your own closet," Jean-Claude said.
"But no dresses," Yvette said. "For a formal occasion you must have dresses for the women." She smiled sweetly.
It made me regret wearing a dress. "I know what you did to Sylvie, Liv. I was regretting not blowing your head off when I did your knees. But you know what, Liv, a few years with the council and you may be regretting it too."
"I regret nothing," she said. But there was a tightness around the eyes, a flicker through those lovely eyes. Something had spooked her good and solid. Part of me wanted to know what had been done to her, but it was enough just to see how scared she was.
"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, Liv," I said.
Asher walked out in the middle of the scene. His hair had been pulled back in a tight braid. His hair was still nearly the color of the metallic thread in the tablecloth, an unearthly color even if he'd been human. The hair pulled back left the scars on his face naked. It was hard not to look at them, hard not to stare. The rest of the outfit didn't make it any easier.
His na**d upper body was a wonderment of contrasts. It was like his face, half angelic beauty, half melted nightmare. His pants were black leather with a line of bare flesh showing from hip to mid-calf, where boots covered the rest. The flesh glimpsed on the right side of his thigh was scarred. The scars seemed to stop about mid-thigh. It left the big question. Had his torturers made him a eunuch or left him whole? It was like a car crash. You wanted to know, and you didn't.
"Jean-Claude, Anita, so good of you to join us." He made the polite words a mockery, filling them with a hissing warmth of threat.
"Your presence is the same pleasure it has always been," Jean-Claude said. Those words were blank, utterly neutral, compliment or snide putdown. It was the listener's choice.
Asher glided towards us, a smile curling his perfect lips. Again both sides of his mouth worked. The muscles were still whole underneath all the scars. He came to stand directly in front of me. He was about two steps closer than was comfortable, but I didn't back up or complain. I just met his smile with one of my own. Neither smile touched our eyes.
"Do you like my outfit, Anita?"
"A little aggressive, don't you think?"
He traced a fingertip down the lace at my waist. The fingertip slid inside the open lace, touching my bare skin. It brought a small gasp from my throat.
"You can touch me, anywhere you like," he said.
I moved his hand. "I can't return the offer, sorry."
"I think you can," the Traveler said.
I looked at him. "No," I said. "I can't."
"Jean-Claude was very clear on your rules," the Traveler said. "Asher needs to feed. It is within the rules for him to feed off of you, Anita. He would prefer to sink something else into you, but he will have to be content with fangs."
I shook my head. "I don't think so."
"Ma petite," Jean-Claude said softly.
I didn't like the way he said my name. I turned, and one look was enough. "You have got to be kidding me."
He stepped close, taking me to one side. "The guidelines you gave me said nothing against sharing blood."
I stared up at him. "Do you really want him to feed off of me?"
He shook his head. "It is not a matter of want, ma petite. But if they cannot torture us or rape us, we leave them little else."
"If you wish to trade back one of my wereleopards," Padma said, "Vivian, perhaps, I would grant you safe passage for the return of my so sweet Vivian."
Fernando entered the room as if on cue. He was bruised but walking. More's the pity. He was wearing a jeweled vest and something like harem pants. The Arabian Nights maybe, instead of a maharaja.
"Did Fernando tell you he raped her?"
"I know what my son has done."
"That doesn't spoil her for you?" I asked.
Padma looked at me. "What I do with her once she is mine again is no concern of yours, human."
"No way," I said.
"Then you have no choice. You must feed one of us. If there is one among us who would please you more, someone... less hideous, we could arrange something. Perhaps I could take you myself. Among our own people only Yvette finds Asher attractive, but then her tastes have always run to the strange and grotesque."
Asher's face betrayed nothing, but I knew he'd heard. He was meant to hear. He'd spent the last two centuries being treated like a circus freak. No wonder he was cranky.
"I'd let Asher sink the whole thing into me before I'd let you touch me."
Surprise showed for a heartbeat on Padma's face, then arrogance. But he hadn't liked the insult. Goody. "Perhaps before the night is over, Anita, you will get your wish."
Not comforting, but Asher was having trouble looking at me, as if he were afraid. Not of me, exactly, but that this was some elaborate game to hurt him. He had that casual tension that victims get when they are slapped too often for too many different things.
Jean-Claude whispered, "Thank you, ma petite." I think he was relieved. I think he'd thought I might go down in flames rather than submit. Before Padma had made his little joke, I would have put up more of a fight. I was going to do this. If I drew the line here and refused, that meant we fought them. We would lose. If donating a little blood would keep us all alive come morning, I could spare it.
A leopard screamed. It raised the hairs on my arms. Two leopards padded into the room, jeweled collars sparkling around their necks. The black one, Elizabeth I assumed, snarled at me as they went past. The leopards were just leopard-size, not as tall as a Great Dane but longer. They paced like velvet over muscle, their energy and anger filling the room, prickling along the other shapeshifters like a drug. The leopards sprawled at Padma's feet.
I felt Richard's power swell. It flowed out of him in a soothing wash, willing the leopards quiet, calling them back to human form.
Padma said, "No, no, they are mine. I will keep them in whatever form I choose, however long I choose."
"They will begin to lose human characteristics," Richard said. "Elizabeth is a nurse. She cannot do her job if she has fangs or eyes that do not change back."
"She has no other job than to serve me," Padma said.
Richard took a step forward. Jean-Claude touched his shoulder. "He is baiting us, mon ami."
Richard shook his hand off, but nodded. "I don't think the Master of Beasts could stop me if I forced them back to human form."
"Is that a challenge?" Padma asked.
"The wereleopards don't belong to you, Richard," I said.
"These two don't belong to anybody," he said.
"They can be mine if they want to be," I said.
"No," Padma said. "No, I will give up nothing else. No one else to you." He stepped back against the wall, dragging Gideon with him by the jeweled collar. Thomas followed almost as closely. "Asher take her."
Asher tried to grab my arm, but I backed up. "Hold your horses. Hasn't anyone told you anticipation adds to the experience?"
"I have been anticipating this for over two hundred years, ma cherie. If anticipation adds, then it will be wondrous indeed."
I stepped away from his eager eyes and went to Jean-Claude. "Any advice?"
"He will try to make it rape, ma petite." He stopped me before I could say anything. "Not actual rape, but the effect is surprisingly similar. Make it a seduction, if you can. Turn necessity into a pleasure. It will be the last thing he expects, and it will unnerve him."
"How unnerved?" I asked.
"That will depend, I think, upon how strong your nerve is."
I glanced back at Asher. The eagerness on his face was frightening. I was sorry he'd been picked on for centuries, but it wasn't my fault. "I don't think it's that good."
Richard had been listening. He came close enough to whisper, "You're donating blood to one vampire, what's one more?"
"Ma petiteand I do not have to share blood to share power," Jean-Claude said.
Richard frowned at him, then at me. "Still holding back? Don't you know how to give yourself completely to anyone?"
Jean-Claude's face was very neutral, blank and beautiful. I looked from his impassive face to Richard's angry one, and shook my head. "If I could find someone else to fill our third spot, I would, Richard. But we're stuck with each other, so stop being such an ass." I pushed past him hard enough for him to stumble, and it was all I could do not to slap him as I went by. Being nasty in private was one thing. Doing it in front of the bad guys was against the rules.