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in back of her couldn't help but get a flash of whatever was under the skirt。 The hose climbed her legs all the way up； making them look long and shapely； though she was only three inches taller than me。 She was also wearing three…inch black spikes； which may have added to the illusion of long legs。 Her leather top showed a very discreet line of flesh from neck to waist where a belt cinched in her tiny waist。 Her breasts seemed to stay magically on either side of the line of skin； as if they were held in place by something more than a bra。
She smiled up at me； but her eyes had already bled to that pale wolfish color。 They didn't match the careful makeup and the short； curly brown hair。
Meng Die brought up the rear。 Where her pale flesh showed around the vinyl cat suit； colorless body glitter sparkled。 There was a touch of glitter at the corner of each up…tilted eye； plementing pale eyeshadow and dramatic eyeliner。 She was smaller than me； more delicate of bone； smaller of breast； more slender of waist； like a dainty bird。 But the look she gave me was more vulture than canary。 She didn't like me； and I didn't know why。 But Jean…Claude had assured me she'd do the job。 Jean…Claude had a lot of faults； but if he trusted Meng Die to keep me safe； then she'd do it。 He was never careless with me； not in that way。
Faust just seemed to be amused as hell about it all。 Everything made him smile； pleasantly。 Most vampires went for arrogance to mask how they felt。 He seemed to use mild amusement。 Of course； maybe Faust was just a happy guy； and I was being too cynical。
Why weren't Jean…Claude and Richard with me？ Because the wereleopards were mine。 If I took other dominants with me； it would be seen as weakness。 I was planning to interview other alphas to take over the wereleopards； but until I found someone to do that； I was all they had。 If people began thinking I was weak； the leopards would be marked as anyone's meat。 It wouldn't just be out…of…town shapeshifters that were trying to take them away from me； it would be every shapeshifter in town。 It was funny how many shifters could be assholes unless you were strong enough to stop them。
I had to save the leopards； not Richard； not Jean…Claude； me。 But I had to stay alive to do that； so I did take backup。 I'm stubborn； not stupid。 Though I know a few people who might argue that。
Each white door had a silver number on its surface。 Again like a very discreet hotel。 We were looking for room nine。 There was absolutely no sound from behind the doors。 The only noises I heard were the distant thud of the music downstairs and the faint whisper of leather and vinyl our body movements。 I'd never been so aware of how loud small noises could be。 Maybe it was the eerie silence of the hallway； or maybe I'd gained something new from the marriage of the marks。 Better hearing wouldn't be a bad thing； would it？ So many of the 〃gifts〃 from the vampire marks tended to be double…edged swords； at best。
I shook off the gloomy thoughts and walked with my foursome of bodyguards down the carpeted hallway。 I was trusting them to give their lives for mine。 That's what a bodyguard does。 Jamil had taken two shotgun blasts for me last summer。 It hadn't been silver shot； so he'd healed； but he hadn't known that when he put himself between the gun barrel and me。 Sylvie owed me one； and a woman her size doesn't get to be second in the pack hierarchy without being one tough werewolf。 I didn't really trust the vampires to give up their undead lives for me。 It's been my experience that the longer something semi…immortal lives； the more tightly it hugs its existence。 So I counted on the wolves； and knew I could work around the vampires。 It didn't matter that Jean…Claude trusted them。 It mattered that I didn't。 I'd have preferred to just bring along more werewolves； except if I showed up with nothing but wolves at my back； it would be like saying that I couldn't do this without Richard's pack。 Not true。 Or not pletely true。 We'd see how deep the shit was once we opened the door。
Room nine was nearly at the end of the long hallway。 The building had been a warehouse； and the upstairs had simply been divided into long hallways with huge rooms scattered along them。 Jamil was standing to one side of the door。 Faust was standing in front of it。 Not smart。
I stood to the other side of the door and said； 〃Faust； the werehyenas had to take guns off these guys。〃
The vampire raised an arched eyebrow at me。
〃They may not have found all the guns；〃 I said。
He still looked at me。
I sighed。 Over a hundred years of 〃life；〃 power enough to be a master vamp； and he was still an amateur。 〃It would be bad to be standing in the center of the door when a shotgun blast went off on the other side。〃
He blinked； and a little of that humor leaked away； showing that arrogance that most vamps acquire。 〃I think Narcissus would have found a shotgun。〃
I leaned my shoulder against the wall and smiled at him。 〃Do you know what a cop…killer is？〃
He raised both eyebrows at me。 〃A person who kills policemen。〃
〃No； it's a type of ammunition designed to go through body armor。 The cops have no defense against it。 You can carry armor…piercing bullets in handguns； Faust。 I used the shotgun as an example； but it could be so many things。 And they would all take out your heart； most of your spine； or all of your head； depending on where the shooter was aiming。〃
〃Get out of the fucking doorway；〃 Meng Die said。
He turned and looked at her； and it was not a friendly look。 〃You are not my master。〃
〃Nor you mine；〃 she said。
〃Children；〃 I said。 They both looked at me。 Great。 〃Faust if you're not going to be helpful then go back downstairs。〃
〃What did I do？〃
I glanced at Meng Die； shrugged； and said； 〃Get out of the fucking doorway。〃
I could see his shoulders tighten； but he gave a graceful bow at odds with the burgundy hair and leather。 〃As Jean…Claude's lady wishes； so shall it be。〃 He stepped to the side closest to me。 Sylvie moved up close to me； not exactly between us； but close。 It made me feel better。 Bossing around vampires was always chancy。 You never knew when they'd try to boss back。 I really； really wanted my gun back。
〃What now？〃 Jamil asked。 He was watching the vampires like he wasn't any happier with their pany than I was。 All good bodyguards are paranoid。 It goes with the job。
〃I guess we knock。〃 I kept my body well to the side； extended just enough arm to get the job done； and gave three solid knocks。 If they shot through the door； they'd probably miss me。 But no one shot through the door。 In fact； nothing happened。 We waited for a few moments； but patience has never been my best thing。 I started to knock again； but Jamil stopped me and said； 〃May I？〃
I nodded。
He knocked hard and loud enough to shake the door。 It was a solid door。 If the door didn't open this time； they were deliberately ignoring us。
The door opened； revealing a brown…haired man as muscled as Ajax； but taller。 What did Narcissus do； recruit from all the weight…lifting gyms in town？ He frowned at us。 〃Yeah？〃
〃I'm Nimir…Ra for the wereleopards。 I think you've been waiting for me。〃
〃About fucking time；〃 he said。 He opened the door wide； pushing it flush against the wall； putting his back to it； arms crossed across his chest。 His arms apparently weren't as muscular as they looked； if he could cross his arms that way。 But he did demonstrate that there was no one hiding behind the door。 Good to know。
The room was white white floor； white ceiling； white walls like a room carved of hard snow。 There were blades on the walls knives； swords； daggers； tiny glittering blades； swords the length of a tall man。 The bodyguard by the door said； 〃Wele to the room of swords。〃 It sounded formal； like he was supposed to say it。
From the door I couldn't see anyone。 I took a deep breath； let it out slowly； and walked inside。 Jamil followed a step behind at my shoulder； Faust was at my other side。 Sylvie and Meng Die brought up the rear。
A figure stepped into the middle of the room。 At first glance I thought it was a man； but on second glance； not exactly。 He was man…sized； almost six feet； broad shouldered； muscular； but what I'd thought was a golden tan was golden tan fur； very thin and fine。 Covering the whole body。 The face was almost human； though the bone structure was a little odd。 A wide face； a lipless mouth that was almost a round muzzle。 The eyes were a dark orange gold with an edge of blue in them； as if they； like the body； were only partly through their change。 It was as if his body had frozen； stopping just short of attaining human form。 I'd never seen anything like it。 Pale skin showed in patches on his bare chest and stomach。 I couldn't tell if the dark gold hair and edge of beard that encircled his face was actually hair or what was left of a mane。 The longer I stared at him； the more like a lion he looked； until I couldn't see the man I'd thought I'd seen for the light coating of beast that covered him。
He gave a snarling smile。 〃Do you like what you see？〃
〃I've never seen anything like you；〃 I said； nice； calm； even empty。
He didn't like that； my lack of reaction。 His smile vanished and became only a snarl of very sharp； very white teeth。
〃Wele； Nimir…Ra； I am Marco； we have been waiting for you。〃 He made a sweeping gesture to either side with his clawed human hands。 I glanced around at the 〃we〃。 They were small to medium…sized men with short black hair and dark skin。 Most groups； prides； packs； whatever； were mixed ethnically。 But there was a sameness to these dark men； almost a family look about them。 Two on either side wore hooded cloaks； with the hoods thrown back； the wide cloaks spread like curtains。 I glimpsed blond hair behind the blackness to the left。 I couldn't see Nathaniel's hair over the blackness but I knew he had to be on the right。
There was blood on the white floor； pooling into a little depression in the concrete。 A drain was in the middle so they could hose the floor down when they were finished。 There was another guard in the far corner who looked very unhappy to be there。 Three women that I did not know were chained to the wall on either side of the door。 Two blonds on the right side； a brunette on the left。 They weren't wereleopards； or at least none that were mine。
〃Let me see my people；〃 I said。
〃Will you not greet us formally？〃 Marco asked。
〃You're not the alpha anything； Marco。 You get your head lion in here and I'll greet him； but you； I don't have to greet。〃
Marco gave a small bow； the gaze of those odd tawny eyes never leaving my face。 It was the way you bow in martial arts when you're afraid the other person will hit you if you glance away。
Jamil had moved up beside me； not ahead of me； but close enough that our shoulders brushed。 I didn't tell him to move back。 He'd saved my life once； I'd let him do his job。
〃Then greet me； Nimir…Ra。〃 It was another male voice。 He stepped out from behind the cloaks to the left。 As he stepped out； the cloaks dropped and I could see Gregory clearly。
He was turned towards the wall； nude except for his pants that had been peeled down to his lower thighs； his boots still on。 Chains held his wrists above his head； his legs were wide apart。 His curling blond hair fell just below his shoulders。 His body was slender but muscled； butt tight。 You have to take care of your body if you're going to strip professionally。 There was no mark on his body that I could see； but blood had spattered on the floor in front of him； below him； pooling； dark； drying。 They hadn't cut anything on his back。 My stomach clenched tight； my breath squeezing down in my throat。
〃Gregory；〃 I said； softly。
〃He's gagged；〃 said the man。 I finally dragged my gaze away from Gregory； and the sight of the other man； the alpha； made me stare。
He wasn't a lion man； he was a snake man。 His head was wider than my shoulders； covered in olive green scales with large black spots。 One arm was bare； and it looked very human except for the scales and the hands that ended in twisted claws that would have made any predator proud。 He turned his head to look at me with one large copper gold eye。 A heavy black stripe stretched back from the corner of his eye to his