"And pigs fly," I said.
"You don't believe me?"
"Not hardly," I said.
"Come, Richard, how did you enjoy your evening?" There was an edge of laughter to his voice but under that was still the anger. Master vampires are not good to be around when they're angry.
"It was wonderful until you showed up." There was a note of warmth to Richard's voice, the beginnings of anger. I'd never seen him angry.
"How could my mere presence spoil your. . date?" The last was spit out, scalding hot.
"Why are you so pissed tonight, Jean-Claude?" I asked.
"Why, ma petite, I never get. . pissed."
"Bullshit."
"He's jealous of you and me," Richard said.
"I am not jealous."
"You're always telling Anita how you can smell her desire for you. Well, I can smell yours. You want her so bad you can" — Richard gave an almost bitter sound—"taste it."
"And you, Monsieur Zeeman, you don't lust after her?"
"Stop talking like I'm not here," I said.
"Anita asked me out on a date. I said yes."
"Is this true, ma petite?" His voice had gone very quiet. Scarier than anger, that quietness.
I wanted to say no, but he'd smell a lie. "It's true. What of it?"
Silence. He just stood there utterly still. If I hadn't been looking right at him, I wouldn't have known he was there. The dead make no noise.
My beeper went off. Richard and I jumped as if we'd been shot. Jean-Claude was motionless as if he hadn't heard it.
I hit the button, and the number that flashed made me groan.
"What is it?" Richard asked. He laid his hand on my shoulder.
"The police. I've got to find a phone." I leaned back against Richard's chest. His hand squeezed my shoulder. I stared at the vampire in front of me. Would Jean-Claude hurt him after I'd gone? I wasn't sure.
"You got a cross on you?" I didn't bother to whisper. Jean-Claude would have heard me anyway.
"No."
I half turned. "No! You're out after dark without a cross?"
He shrugged. "I'm a shapeshifter. I can take care of myself."
I shook my head. "Getting your throat ripped out once wasn't enough?"
"I'm still alive," he said.
"I know you heal from almost anything, but for God's sake, Richard, you don't heal from everything." I started pulling the silver chain of my crucifix out of my blouse. "You can borrow mine."
"Is that real silver?" Richard asked.
"Yes."
"I can't. I'm allergic to silver, remember."
Ah. Stupid me. Some preternatural expert offering silver to a lycanthrope. I tucked the chain back in my blouse.
"He's no more human than I am, ma petite."
"At least I'm not dead."
"That can be remedied."
"Stop it, both of you."
"Have you seen her bedroom, Richard? Her collection of toy penguins?"
I took a deep breath and let it out. I was not going to stand here and explain how Jean-Claude had managed to see my bedroom. Did I really have to say, out loud, that I didn't sleep with the walking dead?
"You're trying to make me jealous, and it won't work," Richard said.
"But there is that worm of doubt in you, Richard. I know it. You are my creature to call, my wolf, and I know you doubt her."
"I don't doubt Anita." But there was a defensiveness in his voice that I didn't like at all.
"I don't belong to you, Jean-Claude," Richard said. "I'm second in line to lead the pack. I come and go where I please. The alpha rescinded his orders about obeying you, after you nearly got me killed."
"Your pack leader was most upset that you survived," Jean-Claude said sweetly.
"Why would the pack leader want Richard dead?" I asked.
Jean-Claude looked past me at Richard. "You haven't told her that you're in a battle of succession?"
"I will not fight Marcus."
"Then you will die." Jean-Claude made it sound very simple.
My beeper sounded again. Same number. "I'm coming, Dolph," I muttered.
I glanced at Richard. Anger glittered in his eyes. His hands were balled into fists. I was standing close enough to feel the tension coming off him like waves.
"What's going on, Richard?"
He gave a quick shake of his head. "My business, not yours."
"If someone's threatening you, it is my business."
He stared down at me. "No, you aren't one of us. I won't involve you."
"I can handle myself, Richard."
He just shook his head.
"Marcus wants to involve you, ma petite. Richard refuses. It is a. . bone of contention between them. One of many."
"How do you know so much about it?" I asked.
"We leaders of the preternatural community must deal with each other. For everyone's safety."
Richard just stood staring at him. It occurred to me for the first time that he seemed to look Jean-Claude in the eyes, with no ill effects. "Richard, can you meet his eyes?"
Richard's eyes flicked down to me, then back to Jean-Claude. "Yes. I'm a monster, too. I can took him in the eyes."
I shook my head. "Irving can't look him in the eyes. It's not just being a werewolf."
"As I am a master vampire, so our handsome friend here is a master werewolf. Though they do not call them that. Alpha males, is it not? Pack leaders."
"I prefer pack leader."
"I'll just bet you do," I said.
Richard looked hurt, his face crumbling like a child's. "You're angry with me, why?"
"You've got all this heavy shit going on with your pack leader, and you don't tell me. Jean-Claude keeps hinting your leader wants you dead. That true?"
"Marcus won't kill me," Richard said.
Jean-Claude laughed. The sound had a bitter undertaste to it, as if it hadn't been laughter at all. "You are a fool, Richard."
My beeper went off again. I checked the number, and turned it off. It wasn't like Dolph to call this many times, this close together. Something bad was happening. I needed to go. But. .
"I don't have time to get the full story right this second." I poked a finger into the middle of Richard's chest. I gave Jean-Claude my back. He'd already done the damage he'd intended. "You are going to tell me every last bit of what's going on."
"I don't. ."
"Save it. You either share this problem, or we don't date anymore."
He looked shocked. "Why?"
"Either you kept me out to protect me, which I'm going to hate. Or you have some other reason. It better be a damn good reason and not just some male ego shit."
Jean-Claude laughed again. This time the sound wrapped me around like flannel, warm and comforting, thick and soft next to naked skin. I shook my head. Just Jean-Claude's laughter was an invasion of privacy.
I turned to him, and there must have been something in my face because the laughter died as if it had never been. "As for you, you can get the hell out of here. You've had your fun for the night."
"Whatever do you mean, ma petite?" His beautiful face was as pure and blank as a mask.
I shook my head and stepped forward. I was leaving. I had work to do. Richard's hand gripped my shoulder.
"Let me go, Richard. I'm mad at you right now." I didn't look at him. I didn't want to see his face. I was afraid if he looked hurt, I'd forgive him anything.
"You heard her, Richard. She doesn't want you touching her." Jean-Claude had taken a gliding step closer.