I thought about it. "I"m not the one to ask, Edward. I"ve been cut up a lot, and I"ve taken my chances. So far, so good." "But the shot didn"t exist last time. Would you have taken it?" "I won"t make this decision for you, or for Peter. He"s not my kid." "The other shapeshifters make weretigers sound like the last thing you"d want to be."
"How so?"
"Like I said, they try to force you to marry into the clan to keep everyone related. They"d find Peter and they"d offer him girls, try to lure him in. If he wouldn"t be lured, they"ve been known to abduct."
"Illegal," I said.
"Most of them home school their kids."
"Very isolationist," I said.
"Peter doesn"t like the sound of being a weretiger. He"s not very big on other people telling him what to do." "He"s sixteen," I said. "No sixteen-year-old likes to be bossed around."
"I don"t think he"s going to grow out of it."
"He takes orders from you, and from Claudia."
"He takes them from people he respects, but you have to earn it. I wouldn"t let some clan of weretigers take him, Anita." "They can"t force you, or Peter. Christine has lived in St. Louis for years and never been bothered that I"m aware of."
"Apparently, there"re only four clans of tigers in the United States. They all keep to themselves. Their culture is also divided about pure-bloods, inherited lycanthropy, and attacks. Being given tiger lycanthropy is seen as a reward for a job well done. They think it"s a sin to give it to someone you don"t value."
"Sounds sort of vampirelike," I said. "They feel the same way about human servants and animals to call. But I"ve seen my share of both that were forced, and didn"t go willingly."
"Were you willing?" he asked, and it was all Edward in those eyes now.
I sighed. "If I say no, are you going to do something stupid?"
"No, you love him. I see it. I don"t understand it, but I see it."
"I don"t get you and Donna either."
"I know."
"I wasn"t willing at first, but somehow it just happened. Where we are now wasn"t forced on me." "Rumor has it that you"re the power behind the throne, the one pulling his strings."
"Don"t believe every rumor you hear."
"If I believed them all, I"d be too afraid to be alone with you."
I stared at him, trying to read that face, that unreadable face. "Do I want to know what people are saying about me behind my back?" "No," he said. I nodded. "Fine, get a doctor, see if I can get up and mobile." "It"s been ten hours, Anita, you can"t be healed." "Let"s find out," I said. "If you get out of bed this quick, some of those rumors are going to get confirmed."
"Are the police talking to you about me?"
"Not everyone knows that we"re friends."
"Okay, what rumors?"
"That you"re a shapeshifter."
"Some of my best friends are shapeshifters," I said.
"Meaning?" "Meaning, get a doctor. I"m not going to stay in bed just to keep people from thinking what they already think. Truthfully, I"ve had actual shapeshifters think I"m one of them just from the way my energy feels."
"Would it hurt you to stay in bed?"
"Why do you care if people think I"m a shapeshifter?"
"I care because if Peter finds out you"re already out of bed he"ll feel weak. He"ll want to be all macho, too."
"If the doctor tells me I"m too sick to move, I"ll stay in bed. I"m not being macho."
"No, but Peter has similar injuries to yours, and he knows how he feels."
"His wounds aren"t healing faster than normal?" I asked.
"They don"t seem to be, why?"
"It"s not a certainty, but often if a victim is going to get lycanthropy, wounds heal more than human-fast."
"Always?" he asked.
"No, but sometimes. Critical wounds that would cause death will heal faster. Smaller wounds sometimes heal faster, sometimes not."
"What do I tell Peter about the injection?"
I shook my head. "I can"t make that call. I won"t make that call." I looked at him, studied a face that didn"t have the cheerfulness of Ted, or the coldness of Edward. There was real anguish there, guilt maybe. Since I thought he"d been foolish to bring Peter into this mess, I couldn"t help him. Peter hadn"t been ready for this much action. The shame of it was that in a few years he might have been.
"You"re thinking I was wrong to bring him, that he wasn"t ready."
"Hey, I told you that when I saw him. You don"t have to read my mind, Edward. I"ll usually tell you what I think." "Okay, what do you think?" "Well, s.h.i.t," I said, and sighed. "Fine, fine. Of course you shouldn"t have brought him. I was impressed with him in the middle of the fight. He held his ground. He remembered his training. In a few years, if he wants to follow in his father"s footsteps, then fine. But he needs a few more years of practice and training. He needs a little seasoning before you throw him to the wolves again."
Edward nodded. "I was weak, I"ve never been weak before, Anita. Donna, Becca, and Peter, they make me weak. They make me back down. They make me flinch."
"They don"t make you do anything, Edward. Your reaction to them, your feelings for them, has changed you."
"I"m not sure I like the change."
I sighed again. "I know the feeling."
"I let you down."
"I didn"t mean that." I lay back down on the bed. Sitting up didn"t hurt, but it didn"t exactly feel good either. "What I meant was that loving people changes you. It"s changed me, too. I"m softer in some ways, harder in others. I haven"t compromised myself as much as you have."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I"m not trying to live with someone who doesn"t know who and what I am. I"m not driving an eight-year-old to ballet cla.s.s." "My schedule"s easier to move around than Donna"s." "I know. She runs her own metaphysical store. I remember, but that"s not the point, Edward. The point is that I"m not trying to live a normal life. I"m not even trying to pretend that what I do, and what I am, is normal."
"If you had kids, you"d have to try."
I nodded. "The pregnancy scare last month made me have to look at that. I don"t see myself ever getting pregnant on purpose. If it hap pens accidentally we"ll deal, but my life doesn"t work with babies."
"You"re saying mine doesn"t either." He sounded sad, and I hadn"t expected that.
"No, I mean, I don"t know. It doesn"t work for me because I"m the girl. I"m the one pregnant, and, G.o.d forbid, nursing. Sheer biology makes it harder for me to combine gunplay and kids."
"I can"t marry Donna, can I?"
The voice in my head screamed, Nooo, you can"t. But out loud I said, "Again, I can"t answer that. h.e.l.l, Edward, I have enough trouble with my own life, I can"t run yours."
He gave me a look; it was an Edward look, but there was something in the eyes, something that wasn"t cold, no, it was definitely warm, hot even. I watched the force of personality that could kill gather in his eyes. But what was it gathering for?
"Edward," I said, softly, "don"t do anything right now that you"ll regret later."
"We kill the vampire that caused this," he said.
"Well, of course," I said. "I meant don"t make any hasty decisions about Donna and the kids. I don"t know much, but I do know that if Peter does turn furry they"ll need you more than ever." "If he does turn furry, can I bring him up here to talk to your friends?" "Yes, of course."
He nodded. He looked at me, his eyes softening a little. "I know you think I should leave Donna and the kids. You"ve always thought it was a bad idea."
"Maybe, but you love them, and they love you. Love"s hard to come by, Edward; you should never throw it away just because it"s a bad idea."
He laughed. "That made no sense at all."
"I"m trying here; what I meant to say was that you all love each other. If you can just make Peter stay home long enough to finish his training ... I think in a few years, if he still wants to, he can join the family business, but he isn"t ready now. Put your foot down and ex plain it like that and make it stick."
He nodded. "You think he can do it, what we do?"
"I think so, if this little adventure didn"t take all the fan out of it for him."
He nodded again. "I"ll go find a doctor." He walked out without a backward glance. I lay in the bed, listening to the sudden whispering silence of the room. I prayed that Peter wouldn"t be a lycanthrope. I prayed that the council wouldn"t let the Harlequin declare war on us. I prayed that we"d all survive. Well, I guess it was too late for Cisco. I hadn"t known him that well, but he"d died defending me. He"d died at eighteen doing his job, defending the people he"d signed up to defend. It was an honorable death, a good death, so why didn"t that make me feel better? Did he have family? Was he somebody"s little boy? Some one"s sweetheart? Who was crying right now for him? Or was there no one to mourn him? Were we, his coworkers and friends, all he had? Strangely, that thought made me more sad than any of the thoughts that had come before.
CHAPTER 36
THERE WAS A soft knock at the door. Edward wouldn"t knock, and if a doctor knocks it"s followed with an opening door. Who knocks in a hospital? I asked, "Who is it?"
The answer came, "It"s Truth."
A second voice called, "And Wicked."
They were brothers, and vampires, and had only recently joined Jean-Claude"s group. The first time I"d met them, Truth had nearly died trying to help me catch a bad guy. They"d been warriors and mercenaries for centuries. Now they were ours. Jean-Claude"s and mine.
Wicked came through the door first, in his pale-brown designer suit, tailored to the wide sweep of shoulder and the strain of muscles in his arms and legs. He actually went to the gym and had added some bulk to the muscles they"d both started with. His shirt was b.u.t.toned up tight, with an elegant tie and a gold tie clip. His blond hair was cut long enough to cover his ears, but still had a few inches to go before it reached shoulder length. He was clean-shaven so that the deep dimple in his chin showed. He was handsome, utterly masculine, and utterly modern from his haircut to his shined shoes. Only the sword hilt peeking from behind one shoulder spoiled the modern effect.
Truth followed at his brother"s side as he usually did. He had the same half-growth of dark beard he"d had since I met him. It wasn"t a beard, just as if when he"d died he hadn"t shaved in a while, and he"d never gotten around to changing it. The almost-beard hid the clean, perfect masculine face, the dimple that they shared. You had to stare at them side-by-side for a while to realize how terribly much alike they looked. Truth"s hair was shoulder length, a dark, nondescript brown that was almost black. The hair wasn"t exactly stringy, but it was far from his brother"s shining halo of hair. He wore leather, but it wasn"t Goth leather. It was like fifteenth-century battle-hardened leather crossed with modern motorcycle leather. His boots were knee high, and they had a look about them that said they might be as old as he was, but they fit, they were comfortable, and they were just his boots. He liked them in the way that some men like that favorite chair that has molded to their bodies. So what if they were a little patched and worn; they were comfy.
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 al ways 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 b.a.s.t.a.r.d 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, be cause 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 a.s.set, 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, be cause the vampire council had decided he needed killing. Their crime had been surviving his death. Superst.i.tion 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 temoin, 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.