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When Larry was safely tucked in bed with his Demorol, so deeply asleep that nothing short of an earthquake would have woken him, I made my phone call. I still didn't have the faintest idea who it was, which bothered me. It wasn't just inconvenient, it was unnerving. Who was giving out my private numbers and why?
The phone didn't even finish a ring before it was picked up. The voice on the other end was male, soft, and panicked. "Hello, hello."
All my irritation vanished in a wash of something very close to fear. "Stephen, what's wrong?"
I heard him swallow on his end of the phone. "Thank God."
"What's happened?" I made my voice very clear, very calm, because I wanted to yell at him, to force him to tell me what the hell was going on.
"Can you come down to St. Louis University Hospital?"
That got my attention. "How bad are you hurt?"
"It's not me."
My heart slid up into my throat, and my voice came out squeezed and tight. "Jean-Claude." The moment I said it, I knew it was silly. It was just after noon. If Jean-Claude had needed a doctor, they would have had to come to him. Vampires did not travel well in broad daylight. Why was I so worried about a vampire? I happened to be dating him. My family, devout Catholics, are simply thrilled. Since I'm still a little embarrassed about it, it's hard to defend myself.
"It's not Jean-Claude. It's Nathaniel."
"Who?"
Stephen's breath went out in a long-suffering sigh. "He was one of Gabriel's people."
Which was another way of saying he was a wereleopard. Gabriel had been the leopards' leader, their alpha, until I killed him. Why had I killed him? Most of the wounds he'd given me had healed. It was one of the benefits of the vampire marks. I didn't scar quite so easily anymore. But there was a curl of scars high up on my buttocks and lower back, faint, almost dainty, but I would always have a little reminder of Gabriel. A reminder that his fantasy had been to rape me, to make me cry out his name, then kill me. Though knowing Gabriel, he probably hadn't been so picky on when I died, after, or during -- either would have worked for him. As long as I was still warm. Most lycanthropes aren't into carrion.
I sounded casual about it, even in my own head. But my fingers traced along my back as if I could feel the scars through my skirt. Had to be casual about it. Had to be. Or you start screaming, and you don't stop.
"The hospital doesn't know Nathaniel's a shapeshifter, do they?" I said.
He lowered his voice. "They know. He's healing too fast for them not to know."
"So why whisper?"
"Because I'm out in the waiting room on a pay phone." There was a sound on the other end like he'd had to take the receiver away from his mouth. He muttered, "I'll be off in just a minute." He came back on. "I need you to come down, Anita."
"Why?"
"Please."
"You're a werewolf, Stephen. What are you doing babysitting one of the kitty-cats?"
"I'm one of the names in his wallet in case of emergencies. Nathaniel works at Guilty Pleasures."
"He's a stripper?" I made it a question because he could have been a waiter, but it wasn't likely. Jean-Claude owned Guilty Pleasures, and he would never have wasted a shapeshifter off-stage. They were too damned exotic.
"Yes."
"The two of you need a ride?" It was my day for it, I guess.
"Yes, and no."
There was something in his voice that I didn't like. An unease, a tension. It wasn't like Stephen to be cagey. He didn't play games. He just talked. "How did Nathaniel get hurt?" Maybe if I asked better questions, I'd get better answers.
"A customer got too rough."
"At the club?"
"No. Anita, please, there's no time. Come down and make sure he doesn't go home with Zane."
"Who the hell is Zane?"
"Another of Gabriel's people. He's been pimping them out since Gabriel died. But he's not protecting them like Gabriel did. He isn't alpha."
"Pimping them out? What are you talking about?"
Stephen's voice rose high and far too cheerful. "Hello, Zane. Have you seen Nathaniel yet?"
I couldn't really hear the answer, just the buzz of all the people in the waiting room. "I don't think they want him to go just yet. He's hurt," Stephen said.
Zane must have stepped very close to the phone, very close to Stephen. A low, growling voice came through the wire. "He'll go home when I say he goes home."
Stephen's voice held an edge of panic. "I don't think the doctors will like that."
"I don't give a shit. Who are you talking to?"
For his voice to be that clear he had to have Stephen pinned against the wall. Threatening him, without saying anything specific.
The growling voice was suddenly very clear. He'd taken the phone from Stephen. "Who is this?"
"Anna Blake, and you must be Zane."
He laughed, and it sounded too low, as if his throat were sore. "The wolves' human lupa. Oh, I'm so scared."
Lupa was the word the werewolves used for their leader's mate. I was the first human so honored. I wasn't even dating their Ulfric anymore. We'd broken up after I saw him eat somebody. Hey, a girl's got to have some standards.
"Gabriel wasn't scared of me either. Look where it got him," I said.
Zane was quiet for a handful of heartbeats. He breathed over the phone like a dog panted, heavy, but not like he was doing it on purpose, more like he couldn't help it. "Nathaniel is mine. Keep off of him."
"Stephen isn't one of yours," I said.
"Does he belong to you?" I could hear cloth moving. A sense of movement on the other end of the phone that I didn't like. "He is sooo pretty. Have you tasted these soft lips? Has this long yellow hair swept over your pillow?"
I knew without seeing it that he was touching Stephen, caressing him to match the words. "Don't touch him, Zane."
"Too late."
I gripped the phone tight and forced my voice calm, even. "Stephen's under my protection, Zane. Do you understand me?"
"What would you do to keep your pet wolf safe, Anita?"
"You don't want to push that button, Zane. You really don't."
He lowered his voice to an almost painful whisper. "Would you kill me to keep him safe?"
I usually have to meet someone at least once before threatening to kill them, but I was about to make an exception. "Yeah."
He laughed, low and nervous. "I see why Gabriel liked you. So tough, so sure of yourself. Sooo dangerous."
"You sound like a bad imitation of Gabriel."
He made a sound that was somewhere between a hiss and a bah. "Stephen shouldn't have interfered."
"Nathaniel's his friend."
"I am all the friend he needs."
"I don't think so."
"I am taking Nathaniel with me, Anita. If Stephen tries to stop me, I'll hurt him."
"You hurt Stephen, I hurt you."
"So be it." He hung up.
Shit. I ran for my Jeep. I was thirty minutes away, twenty if I pushed it a lot. Twenty minutes. Stephen wasn't dominant. He was a victim. But he was also loyal. If he thought Nathaniel shouldn't go with Zane, he'd try and keep him. He wouldn't fight for him, but he might throw his body in front of the car. I had no doubts at all that Zane would drive right over him. Best case scenario. Worst case scenario was Zane would take both Stephen and Nathaniel. If Zane acted as much like Gabriel as he talked, I'd rather have taken my chances with the car.