lhamilton.thekillingdance-第3节
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body was left and decided I didn't want to know。
Dominic shook my hand again。 〃Thank you； Anita。 You have given us hope。〃 He held my hand and stared into my face as if he could read something there。 〃And do think about my offer to teach you。 There are very few of us who are true necromancers。〃
I took back my hand。 〃I'll think about it。 Now I really do have to go。〃
He smiled； held the door for Sabin； and out they went。 Jean…Claude and I stood a moment in silence。 I broke it first。 〃Can you trust them？〃
Jean…Claude sat on the edge of my desk； smiling。 〃Of course not。〃
〃Then why did you agree to let them e？〃
〃The council has declared that no master vampires in the United States may quarrel until that nasty law that is floating around Washington is dead。 One undead war； and the anti…vampire lobby would push through the law and make us illegal again。〃
I shook my head。 〃I don't think Brewster's Law has a snowball's chance。 Vampires are legal in the United States。 Whether I agree with it or not； I don't think that's going to change。〃
〃How can you be so sure？〃
〃It's sort of hard to say a group of beings is alive and has rights； then change your mind and say killing them on sight is okay again。 The ACLU would have a field day。〃
He smiled。 〃Perhaps。 Regardless； the council has forced a truce on all of us until the law is decided one way or another。〃
〃So you can let Sabin in your territory； because if he misbehaves； the council will hunt him down and kill him。〃
Jean…Claude nodded。
〃But you'd still be dead；〃 I said。
He spread his hands； graceful； empty。 〃Nothing's perfect。〃
I laughed。 〃I guess not。〃
〃Now； aren't you going to be late for your date with Monsieur Zeeman？〃
〃You're being awfully civilized about this；〃 I said。
〃Tomorrow night you will be with me； ma petite。 I would be a poor 。 。 。 sport to begrudge Richard his night。〃
〃You're usually a poor sport。〃
〃Now； ma petite； that is hardly fair。 Richard is not dead； is he？〃
〃Only because you know that if you kill him； I'll kill you。〃 I held a hand up before he could say it。 〃I'd try to kill you； and you'd try to kill me； etc。〃 This was an old argument。
〃So； Richard lives； you date us both； and I am being patient。 More patient than I have ever been with anyone。〃
I studied his face。 He was one of those men who was beautiful rather than handsome； but the face was masculine； you wouldn't mistake him for female； even with the long hair。 In fact； there was something terribly masculine about JeanClaude； no matter how much lace he wore。
He could be mine： lock； stock； and fangs。 I just wasn't sure I wanted him。 〃I've got to go；〃 I said。
He pushed away from my desk。 He was suddenly standing close enough to touch。 〃Then go； ma petite。〃
I could feel his body inches from mine like a shimmering energy。 I had to swallow before I could speak。 〃It's my office。 You have to leave。〃
He touched my arms lightly； a brush of fingertips。 〃Enjoy your evening； ma petite。〃 His fingers wrapped around my arms； just below the shoulders。 He didn't lean over me or draw me that last inch closer。 He simply held my arms； and stared down at me。
I met his dark； dark blue eyes。 There had been a time not so long ago that I couldn't have met his gaze without falling into it and being lost。 Now I could meet his eyes； but in some ways； I was just as lost。 I raised up on tiptoe； putting my face close to his。
〃I should have killed you a long time ago。〃
〃You have had your chances； ma petite。 You keep saving me。〃
〃My mistake；〃 I said。
He laughed； and the sound slid down my body like fur against naked skin。 I shuddered in his arms。
〃Stop that；〃 I said。
He kissed me lightly； a brush of lips； so I couldn't feel the fangs。 〃You would miss me if I were gone； ma petite。 Admit it。〃
I drew away from him。 His hands slid down my arms； over my hands； until I drew my fingertips across his hands。 〃I've got to go。〃
〃So you said。〃
〃Just get out； Jean…Claude； no more games。〃
His face sobered instantly as if a hand had wiped it clean。 〃No more games； ma petite。 Go to your other lover。〃 It was his turn to raise a hand and say； 〃I know you are not truly lovers。 I know you are resisting both of us。 Brave； ma petite。〃 A flash of something； maybe anger； crossed his face and was gone like a ripple lost in dark water。
〃Tomorrow night you will be with me and it will be Richard's turn to sit at home and wonder。〃 He shook his head。 〃Even for you I would not have done what Sabin has done。 Even for your love； there are things I would not do。〃 He stared at me suddenly fierce； anger flaring through his eyes； his face。 〃But what I do is enough。〃
〃Don't go all self…righteous on me；〃 I said。 〃If you hadn't interfered； Richard and I would be engaged； maybe more； by now。〃
〃And what？ You would be living behind a white picket fence with two point whatever children。 I think you lie to yourself more than to me； Anita。〃
It was always a bad sign when he used my real name。 〃What's that supposed to mean？〃
〃It means； ma petite； that you are as likely to thrive in domestic bliss as I am。〃 With that； he glided to the door and left。 He closed the door quietly but firmly behind him。
Domestic bliss？ Who me？ My life was a cross between a preternatural soap opera and an action adventure movie。 Sort of As the Casket Turns meets Rambo。 White picket fences didn't fit。 Jean…Claude was right about that。
I had the entire weekend off。 It was the first time in months。 I'd been looking forward to this evening all week。 But truthfully； it wasn't Jean…Claude's nearly perfect face that was haunting me。 I kept flashing on Sabin's face。 Eternal life； eternal pain； eternal ugliness。 Nice afterlife。
2
There were three kinds of people at Catherine's dinner party： the living； the dead； and the occasionally furry。 Out of the eight of us； six were human； and I wasn't sure about two of those； myself included。
I wore black pants； a black velvet jacket with white satin lapels； and an oversized white vest that doubled for a shirt。 The Browning 9mm actually matched the outfit； but I kept it hidden。 This was the first party Catherine had thrown since her wedding。 Flashing a gun might put a damper on things。
I'd had to take off the silver cross that I always wore and put it in my pocket because there was a vampire standing in front of me and the cross had started glowing when he entered the room。 If I'd known there were going to be vamps at the party； I'd have worn a collar high enough to hide the cross。 They only glow when they're out in the open； generally speaking。
Robert； the vampire in question； was tall； muscular； and handsome in a model…perfect sort of way。 He had been a stripper at Guilty Pleasures。 Now he managed the club。 From worker to management： the American dream。 His hair was blond； curly； and cut quite short。 He was wearing a brown silk shirt that fit him perfectly and matched the dress that his date was wearing。
Monica Vespucci's health club tan had faded around the edges； but her makeup was still perfect； her short auburn hair styled into place。 She was pregnant enough for me to have noticed and happy enough about it to be irritating。
She smiled brilliantly at me。 〃Anita； it has been too long。〃
What I wanted to say was； 〃Not long enough。〃 The last time I'd seen her； she had betrayed me to the local master vampire。 But Catherine thought she was her friend； and it was hard to disillusion her without telling the whole story。 The whole story included some unsanctioned killing； some of it done by me。 Catherine's a lawyer and a stickler for law and order。 I didn't want to put her in a position where she had to promise her morals to save my ass。 So Monica was her friend； which meant I had been polite all through dinner； from appetizer all the way to dessert。 I'd been polite mainly because Monica had been at the other end of the table。 Now； unfortunately； we were mingling in the living room and I couldn't seem to shake her。
〃It doesn't seem that long；〃 I said。
〃It's been almost a year。〃 She smiled up at Robert。 They were holding hands。 〃We got married。〃 She touched her glass to the top of her belly。 〃We got knocked up。〃 She giggled。
I stared at them both。 〃You can't get knocked up by a hundred…year…old corpse。〃 Okay； I'd been polite long enough。
Monica grinned at me。 〃You can if the body temperature is raised for long enough and you have sex often enough。 My obstetrician thinks the hot tub did us in。〃
This was more than I wanted to know。 〃Have you had the amnio yet？〃
The smile faded from her face； leaving her eyes haunted。 I was sorry I'd asked。 〃We've got another week to wait。〃
〃I'm sorry； Monica； Robert。 I hope the test es back clean。〃 I did not mention Vlad syndrome； but the words hung on the air。 It was rare but not as rare as it used to be。 Three years of legalized vampirism and Vlad syndrome was the highest rising birth defect in the country。 It could result in some really horrible disabilities； not to mention death for the baby。 With that much at stake； you'd think people would be more cautious。
Robert cradled her against him； and all the light had faded from her face。 She looked pale。 I felt like a heel。
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