«Please, Anita,» Requiem said, «please, feed the ardeur upon me, please.»
«I will.»
The look on his face was amazing, so joyous even through all the bruises. The look scared me. No one but your nearest and dearest should ever look at you like that.
«But not right now,» I said.
Some of the joy faded. «Why not now? It is morning. You have slept.»
I nodded. «Yeah, usually that does raise the ardeur.» I looked at Jean-Claude. «That's a good question, why don't I feel all ardeurish?»
«I, too, am well fed.»
«You feasted last night,» Requiem said, «on Augustine and his people.»
I looked back at Jean-Claude. «Is he right? Was it such a powerful meal that we're safe for longer?»
«Perhaps.»
«You don't sound convinced.»
«The ardeur is not always a predictable power, ma petite. I would need more than one feeding of such magnitude before I agreed that that was the reason.»
«Or perhaps,» Elinore said, «you should be trying to figure out how powerful a meal you would need to abate the ardeur. You cannot feast on another Master of the City and his people every night.» She leaned forward in her chair, all lace and satin, but strangely, she didn't look cute. She looked too intent for words like cute. «Perhaps what is needed is permanent food of high power.»
«Few masters would agree to become Anita's, or my, permanent pomme de sang. Not if they are powerful enough to rule a territory of their own.»
«What if they have no choice in the matter?» she said, indicating Requiem.
«Are you suggesting that I purposefully trap other masters the way I accidentally trapped Requiem?» I asked.
«It would solve a great many problems,» she said.
«It would be» — I groped for a word — «evil.»
«I thought you were more pragmatic than this, Anita.»
«Doing that would be no different than if we gave in to the requests we get weekly for you to join some other master's kiss, as his mistress. We give you room to choose, Elinore. How can you ask us to take that same choice away from someone else?»
«I would not be bespelled, Anita. I would know every night as he touched me, lay on top of me, that I hated him. Requiem adores you, and he will adore you until, and if, he falls in love, true love. Until that time he will be in the bed of someone he adores, having amazing sex, and enjoying every minute of it. It is not the same thing, Anita. Trust me on that.»
«But it's sort of a metaphysical date-rape drug, used like that. Just because you're enjoying the abuse doesn't make it not abuse.»
«Does it not, ma petite?»
I shook my head. «It's too late for Requiem, I'll accept that. I'll try feeding the ardeur on him.»
He kissed my hand. «Thank you, mistress.»
«Not mistress,» I said, «Anita, just Anita.»
«Thank you, Anita,» he said, and kissed my hand again.
«Get up off the floor, Requiem, please.»
He stood. «I would like very much to sit beside you.»
I sighed, and nodded.
He sat on the other side of me from Jean-Claude, except that he sat close enough that his legs touched me. Great, just creepy, great.
I looked at his chest where the blades had come so close to taking his life. «What are we going to do about Meng Die? She's just proven herself too dangerous, and so not a team player.»
«Kill her,» Elinore said.
I looked at Jean-Claude.
«I would rather find another solution, but yes, it may come to that.»
«You are overly sentimental, Jean-Claude, just because you feel guilty that you stole her mortal life. It is a great gift, not a curse.»
«I feel as I feel, Elinore.»
«Have a care that your feelings do not get us all killed.» She looked at me. «Also, I think if Anita truly is going to be a panwere…»
«News travels fast,» I said, looking at Jean-Claude.
«I wished an opinion of someone powerful enough to have an opinion.»
I wanted to argue, but I couldn't. She was the most powerful vamp in his group right now. Her waking first had proven that.
«As I was saying, if Anita is truly going to be a panwere, then it may not simply be lions, wolves, and leopards that she attracts. It may be all wereanimals, or many. Almost all the visiting masters have brought their animal to call, so we must test this theory before she is allowed near them. Augustine I believe will let the insult go, because he is besotted with you both, and he attacked you first. The breach of protocol was on his side, not ours. But if Anita entices others away from their masters, they may not be so forgiving.»
«Agreed,» Jean-Claude said, «and we still must see how master vampires outside Belle's bloodline react to Anita's ardeur.»
«And where are we going to get master-level vamps and other wereanimals to test these little theories on?» I asked.
There was a knock on the door. «It's Remus, Jean-Claude.»
«Enter.»
Remus entered, closing the door behind him. He was actually looking directly at us, and he was angry, which I guess explained the direct look. «I told you if there were any more that I wouldn't let them in without me and my guards coming in here.»
«I remember,» Jean-Claude said.
«I said any other vampire, but definitely these two are not coming in here without you having bodyguards on this side of the door.»
«What two?» I asked.
«Wicked and Truth are out here,» Remus said.
«Wicked and Truth,» Elinore said, «how interesting. They are very powerful, and they are not of Belle's line.»
I shook my head. «Truth already got a taste of the ardeur when I bound him to Jean-Claude. He's not following me around like this.» I jerked my thumb at Requiem.
«Did you actually feed from Truth?» she asked.
«No,» I said.
«Then you must try.»
«No,» I said.
«At least suggest it to them,» she said.
«No,» I said, and put more heat into the word.
«They have sworn loyalty to Jean-Claude. They are not leaving us,» Elinore said.
«No,» I said, «absolutely no.»
«Very well, then perhaps not feed, but watch you feed,» Jean-Claude said.
«What does that mean?» I asked.
«Samuel watched you feed and was not drawn to you, or me, that strongly. But Haven was drawn so that his companions had to drag him away, almost as they did Augustine. Perhaps if Wicked and Truth are simply in the room when you feed, that would tell us if the effect will go outside Belle's line, or no.»
«We would need someone from Belle's line to be in the room too, someone close in power.» I looked at Elinore.
She smiled, «I am in love, Anita, true love. It does not work on me.»
«Some types of ardeur work anyway,» I said.
«For a brief time, yes, but my being in love makes me unusable for the test.»
There was another knock on the door. Remus opened it, murmured to someone, then turned back. He didn't look directly at us again. «London is out here, too. He's Belle Morte's line, isn't he?»
«Yes,» Elinore said, «he is.»
«So what, I feed the ardeur, and then they tell us how attracted they are to it?»
«It is a way of testing without impinging too far upon your morals,» Elinore said.
«Just have sex in a room while a bunch of men watch, right?»
Jean-Claude shook his head and smiled. «Simply feed the ardeur, ma petite. It does not have to be sex, if you do not wish it.»
«It seems a shame to raise the ardeur on purpose when I'm not hungry,» I said.
He sighed. «Yes, it does, but it is far better to raise it now, when we can control it, than later, when visitors have arrived, and we cannot.»
Put that way, it made sense, but… «Who do I feed from?» I asked.
He gestured to Requiem. «The damage is already done to him.»
«Great, now I'm damage,» I said.
«And feeding from blood as powerful as yours will help him speed his healing.»
That was true, but… «Fine, but only if you explain the parameters of the experiment to everyone. They have to agree to it, or I won't do it.»
«Of course, ma petite, I would not have it any other way.» I looked into that beautiful, unreadable face, and was almost a hundred percent certain he was lying.
26
EVERYONE AGREED TO the test. Everyone seemed happier about it than I did. Okay, everyone but Remus and some of his guards. I think that was because he was pretty sure it was going to go horribly wrong and he and his people would have to pick up the pieces. I agreed with Remus.