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me.”
    He smiled. “Oh, ma petite, you wound me.”
    â€œCut the crap. This Colin can’t really believe that we are just going to leave Richard to rot.”
    â€œHe has the right to deny us safe passage,” Jean-Claude said.
    â€œBecause we killed another master in her own territory?” I asked.
    â€œHe doesn’t need grounds for his refusal, ma petite. He merely has to refuse.”
    â€œHow do you vampires get anything accomplished?”
    â€œSlowly,” Jean-Claude said. “But remember, ma petite, we have the time to be patient.”
    â€œWell, I don’t, and Richard doesn’t.”
    â€œYou could have eternity if you would both accept the fourth mark,” he said, voice quiet, neutral.
    I shook my head. “Richard and I both value what little is left of our humanity. Besides, eternity my ass, the fourth mark wouldn’t make us immortal. It just means that we live as long as you do. You’re harder to kill than we are, but not that much harder.”
    He sat down on the couch, folding his legs under him. It wasn’t an easy position, wearing that much leather. Maybe the boots were softer than they looked. Naw.
    He rested his elbows on the couch arm, leaning his chestoutward. The sheer red cloth covered his chest completely and left nothing to the imagination. His nipples pressed against the thin fabric. The red haze of cloth made the cross-shaped burn scar look almost bloody.
    He raised himself upward with his hands propped on the couch arm like a mermaid on a rock. I expected him to tease or say something sexual. Instead, he said, “I came to tell you of Richard’s imprisonment in person.” He watched my face very closely. “I thought it might upset you.”
    â€œOf course it upsets me. This Colin guy, vampire, whatever the hell he is, is crazy if he thinks he’s going to keep us from helping Richard.”
    Jean-Claude smiled. “Asher is negotiating even as we speak to try and allow you to enter Colin’s territory.”
    Asher was his second banana, his vampire lieutenant. I frowned. “Why me and not you?”
    â€œBecause you are much better with police matters than I am.” He threw one long, leather-clad leg over the couch arm and slithered over it to his feet. It was like watching a lap dance without a lap. To my knowledge, Jean-Claude had never stripped at Guilty Pleasures, the vampire strip club he owned, but he could have. He had a way of making even the smallest movement sexual and vaguely obscene. You always felt like he was thinking wicked thoughts, things you couldn’t say in mixed company.
    â€œWhy didn’t you just call and tell me all this?” I said. I knew the answer, or at least part of it. He seemed to be as enamored of my body as I was of his. Good sex cuts both ways. The seducer can become the seduced, with the right victim.
    He glided towards me. “I thought this was news to be delivered face-to-face.” He stopped just in front of me, so close that the slightly full hem of my nightie brushed his thighs. He gave a small movement of his body and the satin edge of the nightie moved gently against my bare legs. Most men would have had to use their hands to get that kind of movement. Of course, Jean-Claude had had four hundred years to perfect his technique. Practice makes perfect.
    â€œWhy face-to-face?” I asked, my voice a little breathy.
    A smile curled his lips. “You know why,” he said.
    â€œI want to hear you say it,” I said.
    His beautiful face fell into blank, careful lines, only his eyesheld the heat like a banked fire. “I could not let you leave without touching you one last time. I want to do the wicked dance before you leave.”
    I laughed, but it was tense, nervous. My mouth was suddenly dry. I was having trouble not staring at his chest. The “wicked dance” was his pet euphemism for sex. I wanted to touch him, but if I