Truth had a sword at his back, too. I knew they both were carrying guns—one hidden under the beautiful suit jacket, the other hidden under a leather jacket that had seen better days. The brothers were always well armed.
«Requiem said he didn't trust himself around you, so Jean-Claude sent us,» Wicked said. He said it with a smile that filled his blue eyes with speculation.
«Why would Requiem say that?» Truth asked. His eyes were the mirrors of his brother's, but the expression in them was totally different. Truth was so sincere it almost hurt. Wicked always seemed to be laughing at me, or at himself, or the world in general.
«The Harlequin messed with his mind.»
«So he didn't trust himself to keep you safe,» Truth said.
«Something like that,» I said.
There was another knock on the door, but Graham opened it and peeked through. «We've got company out here.»
Wicked and Truth were suddenly on alert. It was hard to explain, but cops do it, too. One minute normal, ordinary, then suddenly they were on. They were ready.
«Who?» I asked.
«The lions' Rex.»
I blinked at Graham. «You mean Joseph?»
Graham nodded.
«What's that bastard doing here?» Wicked asked.
«I think that's my line,» I said.
Wicked gave me a small half-bow. «Sorry about that.»
I said, «What does he want?»
Graham leaned the door closed and licked his lips. «I think he wants to beg your forgiveness, or something like that.»
«I don't feel very forgiving,» I said. I smoothed down the sheets on my hospital bed. No, I didn't feel very forgiving.
«I know,» Graham said, «but he's out here alone. The lions left you and the vampires and our Ulfric to die. You don't owe them anything.»
«Then why tell her he's outside?» Wicked asked.
Graham licked his lips again. «Because if I didn't tell Anita, and she found out later he'd come to see her, she'd be mad.»
«Why would I be mad?» I asked.
«Because of what Joseph thinks is about to happen to his lions.»
«His lions are no concern of mine anymore,» I said, and I believed that down to the hard, cold feeling in my heart.
Graham nodded. «Okay, but don't say later that I didn't tell you, because I did.» He moved away from the door so he could open it.
«Wait,» I said.
Graham turned and looked at me, hand on the door handle.
«What do you mean, what's about to happen to the lions?»
«It's not our concern, you said so,» Truth said.
I looked at the tall vampire, shook my head, and then looked back to Graham. «I feel like I'm missing something. Just in case I do care, a little, someone explain what I'm missing.»
«Asher invited the lions from Chicago back,» Graham said.
«When did this happen?» I asked.
«When you and Jean-Claude were dying,» Truth said.
«And Richard,» Graham added. «Our Ulfric was dying, too.»
Truth gave a small bow from the neck. «I meant no offense, wolf.»
Graham said, grudgingly, «It's okay.»
«The vampires would not have listened to your Ulfric,» Wicked said. There was something in the way he said it, the way he stood, that said he wanted a fight.
«Don't pick a fight, Wicked,» I said.
He turned just enough to give me a little bit of his eyes. «That's not picking.»
«I don't feel well enough to mess with it. I need everyone to be a grown-up, okay?»
Wicked gave me a look that wasn't entirely friendly, but he didn't say anything else. I'd take sullen silence. The brothers were an asset, the muscle we'd needed for a while, but they bothered me, too. There was always this feeling that they weren't quite the obedient little vampires they might have been. Maybe it was the fact that I knew they'd spent centuries with all vampires turned against them. They'd killed the head of their bloodline when he went crazy and sent his vampires out to slaughter humans. Their crime hadn't been slaying him, because the vampire council had decided he needed killing. Their crime had been surviving his death. Superstition said that lesser vampires died when the head of their bloodline died. Jean-Claude said it was true of weaker vampires, but it was supposed to be true of all vampires. I think it was a way to discourage palace coups. But Wicked and Truth were proof that it wasn't true, not if you were powerful enough. And of course, only the very powerful would attempt to overthrow their creator.
I had given the brothers shelter, a master to call their own. Truth would have died if I hadn't shared Jean-Claude's power with him. And where one brother went they both went, so Wicked was ours, too.
«Tell me about the lions,» I said.
«Asher was in charge of the city as Jean-Claude's témoin, his second-in-command,» Truth said.
«So?»
«He is not the second most powerful vampire in St. Louis. We thought»—and by we he always meant his brother and himself—«that sentimentality had clouded Jean-Claude's judgment. But there are other qualities in a leader than vampire powers. He was decisive, ruthless, and swift.»
«What was he decisive, ruthless, and swift about?» I asked.
«We needed extra muscle,» Graham said.
«You said that.»
Graham nodded.
«Just tell me. I won't be mad.»
Wicked laughed, a loud bray of sound that was nothing like the perfect masculine chuckle he usually allowed himself. «Don't promise until you know.»
«I'll know if you tell me,» I said, and already there was a thread of anger in my tone. Damn it.
«Asher called Augustine in Chicago. He asked for soldiers,» Wicked said.
«He let Auggie send his werelions back into our territory,» I said.
Wicked and Truth nodded. Truth asked, «Do you understand what that means for St. Louis's Rex and his pride?»
I lay in the bed and thought about it. I did know. «I sent Auggie's lions back to Chicago in November because they would have taken over Joseph's pride. He doesn't have anyone strong enough to protect them from the brutes that Auggie has.»
«I'm not sure they'd like being called brutes,» Wicked said, «but it's accurate.» He smiled, a most unpleasant smile that turned his handsome face to something else. Something more basic, less practiced, more real. Wicked and Truth had honor; you could bank on that honor, trust it. If they'd been one inch less honorable, they would have been totally untrustworthy, and too dangerous to keep.
«Have they moved on Joseph's pride?» I asked.
«Not yet,» Graham said. «I think they're waiting to talk to you first.»
«Me, not Jean-Claude,» I said.
«They talked to Jean-Claude. He's removed his protection from the lions.»
«It's all up to you, babe,» Wicked said.
«Micah is the head of the furry coalition,» I said.
«Micah kicked them out, unless you make him put them back in,» Graham said.
«When your Nimir-Raj found out what the St. Louis lions had done, he accused them of having broken the treaty with both the wolves and the leopards,» Truth said.
Wicked continued the story. «Since they broke the treaty, they are no longer allies of the coalition. So the coalition members don't owe them anything.»
«So when Auggie's lions attack, no one will come to their aid,» I said, my voice soft.
«Exactly,» Wicked said. He seemed pleased.
Graham said, «Joseph is outside, alone. He thinks you will be the weak link.»
I looked at Graham, because it was odd wording. «You think I should let Joseph and his people fry.»
«They betrayed us,» Graham said. I saw something in his face then, a hardness that I hadn't noticed before. He could be a good bodyguard when he wasn't trying to fuck something, but he wasn't hard, or ruthless. Not until now.
I remembered what I'd said to Edward. I'd planned on taking revenge on the werelions. Edward was going to help me. But I'd met Joseph and his people, knew them. They were real, and they weren't all a waste of time. Travis and Noel had helped feed me for months while I tried to find a more permanent lion. They were too weak to satisfy my lioness, but they were good kids.