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〃I know you love him。〃
〃Oui； but that does not mean we could be lovers again。 When he and I were happiest； it was with Julianna。 You might be able to stand us as lovers out of your sight； as long as we did not act like lovers in front of you。 I do not think you would like watching Asher and me hold hands in front of you。〃
Put that way； he was right。 〃What are you saying？〃
〃I am saying that Asher deserves better than a hidden relationship where we could never show public affection for fear of hurting you。 I would rather give him up pletely to someone else； male or female； than force him to play second or lower to you forever。〃
I opened my mouth to say that I liked Asher； even loved him in a way； but I didn't； because I didn't want to raise the possibility of a true ménage à trois。 What I'd seen with Micah and Jean…Claude had already bugged me a lot。 I just couldn't deal with two men and me。 Yeah； yeah； it was the Midwestern； middle…class value system； but it was the way I looked at the world。 I couldn't change that； could I？ And if I could； did I want to？
I didn't know。 I just didn't know。 The fact that the thought didn't make me run screaming into the night bothered me； but not as much as I thought it should have。
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JEAN…CLAUDE GAVE JASON the keys to the locks on the silver chains。 He'd spent the last hour explaining everyone's job。 Jason would be the appetizer； oh sorry； Gretchen's first feeding。 It couldn't be someone human because the first feeding after being in the box could be quite 。。。 traumatic。 Jean…Claude's choice of words； not mine。 So basically Jason got to be point man and take the first damage。 Then it was Jean…Claude's turn to donate blood。 The vamp's master gave a feeding and rebound the vamp to the blood oaths that connected them either to the Master of the City； their bloodline； their maker； or； in Jean…Claude's case； all three。 All three was better； the stronger the original connection； the greater chance the vampire had of healing the damage。
That last part made me worry for Damian。 I wasn't his maker； I wasn't his bloodline； or his Master of the City。 I wasn't sure exactly what I was to him。 To that question； Jean…Claude had said； 〃You are his master； ma petite。 Whatever that means for a necromancer； that is what you are to him。 If taking blood from you doesn't reconnect him； then Asher will try。 Failing that； they will fetch me from Gretchen。 Damian must rebind his ties to one of us； or he is lost。〃
〃Define lost；〃 I said。
〃The madness may be permanent。〃
〃Shit。〃
〃Oui。〃
But first Gretchen； so that I could see it done； understand the process better。
Jason unlocked the chains。 They fell off the coffin and clunked against the wood； a dull； harsh sound。 It made me jump。 Gretchen had tried to kill me when she only thought I was dating Jean…Claude。 She might rise from the coffin bent on killing me。 I'd been her advocate； demanding Jean…Claude let her out。 Now as Jason undid the locks on the lid itself； my chest was tight； and I had to fight to keep my hand away from my gun。 It would be stupid not to mention ironic if I had to kill her the moment she rose。 I could just hear Jean…Claude's dry； And this is an improvement； ma petite？ I said a quick prayer that it wouldn't e to that。 I didn't want to kill her； I wanted to save her。 Wanting to do the last didn't mean I wouldn't do the first； but it did mean I would try to avoid it。
Jason raised the lid； slowly。 Not because it was heavy； but because； I think； he was scared； too。 The idea of being Gretchen's first meal had made him laugh； that anticipatory sound that is half grown…up male； and half little boy。 The sound that men reserve for things that bine sex and usually sports； cars； technology； or danger depends on your man。 I'm sure there are men out there that would give that purring； excited laugh at the thought of gardening； of poetry； but I haven't met them。 Might be an interesting change； though。
The lid went back in that halfway position that coffin lids do。 Nothing moved。 There was just Jason standing there in his cutoff jean shorts； bare back to the room。 Gretchen didn't e bounding out and eat anybody； and I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding。
Jason stayed there； gazing down； unmoving； hands frozen on the lid。 He finally turned towards the rest of us； and there was a look on his face that I'd never seen。 It was a mixture of horror and pity。 His spring blue eyes were wide； and there was a glitter of tears； I thought。 Jason and Gretchen hadn't been close。 The reaction couldn't be personal。 What was in that coffin to put that look on Jason's face？
I was moving forward without realizing it。 〃Ma petite； do not go closer。〃
I looked at him。 〃What's the matter with her？ Why does Jason look so 。。。 stricken？〃
Jason answered； 〃I've never seen anything like this。〃
I had to see now； I had to。 I kept walking towards the coffin。 Jean…Claude met me； blocked my path。 〃Please； ma petite； do not go closer。〃
〃I'm supposed to watch the process； right？ I'm going to have to see what she looks like sooner or later； Jean…Claude。 Might as well be sooner。〃
He studied my face； as if he'd memorize it。 〃I did not anticipate that she would be so 。。。 〃 He shook his head。 〃You will not be happy with me after you see her。〃
〃You don't know what she looks like either；〃 I said。
〃No； but Jason's reaction tells me many things I do not wish to know。〃
〃What's that supposed to mean？〃
He just stepped aside。 〃Gaze upon her； ma petite； and when you have forgiven me； e back to me。〃
Forgiven him？ I did not like the phrasing。 I'd been scared of Gretchen pouncing out and trying to kill me； now I was more frightened of looking at her； of what horror awaited me inside that coffin。 My pulse was trying to climb out my throat； and I couldn't breathe past it。 Jason's face； Jean…Claude's sorrow； and the utter stillness from the coffin had left me so scared my mouth was dry。
Jason moved to one side； turning away from the coffin； leaning his butt against it； arms hugging his sides。 He looked pale and ill。 I wondered if he'd changed his mind about letting Gretchen touch him。
I stood just far enough back that I couldn't see into the coffin。 I didn't want to see something so horrible that it made Jason pale。 I didn't want to see it； but I had to。
I stepped up to the coffin； like stepping up to the plate； knowing that the ball ing at you is going a hundred…plus miles an hour and you have no chance to swing。 My eyes couldn't make sense of what I saw at first。 My mind simply refused to understand。 It's a safety feature that we all have。 If something is too horrendous； sometimes our brain just says； nope； not going to see this； not going to record this； nope； it would break us。 But if you stare long enough； the mind says； well damn； we're not turning away； and finally； finally； you'll see it； and once you see it； you'll never be able to unsee it。
It lay against white satin so that the dry； brown color was very stark； painfully outlined。 It looked like a wizened mummy； one of those bodies they find every once in a while in the desert； where the dryness makes natural mummies。 The brown skin had molded to the bones； there was no muscle under it； just bones and skin。 The mouth was open wide； as if the jaw hinge had broken。 The fangs were dry； but white like a skull。 The entire head had dried down to just the skull covered by a light coating of brown skin。 Patches of bright blond hair clung to that skull； and the bright color made it worse； more obscene somehow。 The eyes opened。 I jumped； but the eyes that stared back at me were filled with something brown and dried； like big raisins。 They blinked once； slowly； and a sound like wind sighing came out of the mouth。
I fell back from the coffin； fell to my knees。 Jason grabbed my arm； drew me to my feet。 I shook his hand off and went for Jean…Claude。 He stood there； face patient； empty。 I hit him without ever breaking stride。 Maybe he expected me to stop； take a stance； but I hit him in the face； closed fist； like it was a continuation of the movement of my body。 I twisted my fist my whole body into it； and he was suddenly on the floor； looking up at me； with blood on his face。
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〃YOU BASTARD； YOU fed off her energy while she was in there。〃 I had to stalk away from him to keep from kicking him。 Some things you did not do； some lines you did not cross。
He touched the back of his hand to his mouth。 〃What if I had nothing to do with it？〃
〃What if？〃 I came to stand over him。 〃What if？ Are you really going to try and tell me that you didn't feed off of her？〃 I pointed back towards the coffin and must have glanced back； because the next thing I knew he had my legs； and I was suddenly falling towards the ground。 I slapped the hard stones with my arms like I'd been taught in Judo。 That took some of the impact； kept my head from hitting the stone floor； but it took concentration。 By the time my body hit the ground； Jean…Claude was on top of me； pinning my arms to the floor with his forearms； the rest of his body trapping the rest of mine。
〃Get off of me。〃
〃Non； ma petite； not until you hear me out。〃
I tried to raise my arms； not because I thought I could outmuscle him； but because I had to try。 I've never been able not to struggle even when I know it's a lost cause。
I was able to raise my arms a little not enough to get away； but enough to make him bear down； enough to widen his eyes； enough to make him tense。 Good to know the marks were helping me gain useful things like strength and not just crap。
Blood was a bright surprise against that pale skin。 The blood dripped from an open cut on his mouth。 〃How do you know that this is not what all vampires would be reduced to after years？〃
I glared up at him because I couldn't do much else。 〃Liar。〃
〃How are you so certain？〃 He pressed himself harder against me for emphasis I think because he wasn't happy to be there； his body was all about anger not sex。 〃How do you know； Anita？〃
He'd used my real name。 〃I'm a necromancer； remember？〃
His face clearly said he didn't believe the answer was that simple； and he was right。 I was remembering my visit to New Mexico and what I'd learned there。 A monster rising above the bar in a club in Albuquerque。 It rose above the bar in a thin line of pale flesh； like the rising of a crescent moon； then a face came into view。 It was a woman's face with one eye gone stiff and dry like some kind of mummy。 Face after face rose brown and withered； like a string of monstrous beads strung together with pieces of body； arms； legs； and thick black thread like gigantic stitches holding it all together； holding the magic inside。 It rose up and up until it towered against the ceiling； curving like a giant snake to stare down at me。 I estimated forty heads； more； before I lost count； or lost the heart to count anymore。
There had been another club in that town； and it had been worse in some ways； because the torture was part of the entertainment 。。。 Lines had appeared on the man's skin。 The muscles under his skin began to shrink； as though he had a wasting disease； but what should have taken months was happening in seconds。 No matter how willing the sacrifice； it can still hurt。 The man started screaming as fast as he could draw breath。 His lungs were working better than the first man's； and he drew breath so fast； it was like one continuous shriek。 His skin darkened as it drew in and in； like something was sucking him dry。 It was like watching a balloon shrivel。 Except there was muscle； and when the muscle vanished； there was bone； and finally there was nothing but dried skin over bones。 And still he screamed。
The last insult； or gift； or horror； had been the Master of the City of Albuquerque's power。 Her power had beat against me like frantic wings； birds crying that they've been shut out in the dark and they want inside to the light and the warmth。 How could I leave them crying in the dark； when all I had to do was open and they would be safe？ I'd fought it； but in the end the wings erupted into a torrent of birds。 My body seemed to open； though I knew it didn't。 And the winged things only half…glimpsed spilled into that opening。 The power flowed into me； through me；