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small even for the Firestar。 I did have a Derringer； but except at close quarters； it was pretty worthless。 With an assassin I might not want to get that close。 Edward had a solution。 He'd loaned me his See…camps 。32 autoloader。 It was about the same size as a small 。25； only a little wider than my own hand； and I had a small hand。 It was a very nice gun； and for the caliber and the size； I'd never seen better。 I wanted one。 Edward informed me that he'd had to wait nearly a year for the gun to e in。 It was pretty much a custom order。 Otherwise； he'd have made it a gift。 Fine； I'd order my own…if I survived the night。 If I didn't； well； I wouldn't be ordering anything。
I'd managed not to think too much about that。 I'd concentrated on dressing； putting the weapons in place； Richard； anything but that I was putting myself out as bait for someone good enough to earn 500；000 dollars a pop。 I was having to trust that Edward would keep me alive。 Because though Edward would have stopped the limo and fired only when he could see my face； most hit men wouldn't。 Most professionals prefer to take you out from a nice； safe distance。 A highpowered rifle could be yards or even miles away。 Not much I； or even Edward； could do about that。 I knew nothing about explosives。 I was going to have to depend on Edward to take care of any bombs。 I was putting myself in Edward's hands tonight； trusting him like I'd never trusted anyone before。 Scary thought； that。
I checked the purse again； ID； lipstick； money； gun。 I'd have normally carried a small travel hairbrush； but there wasn't room。 I could live with messy hair for one night。
The thought made me check my hair in the mirror and run a brush through it one last time。 I had to admit that it looked great。 It was one of my best features。 Even Ronnie couldn't improve on it。 It was all natural curl。 Even tonight I'd shoved hair goop in it after my shower and let it dry naturally。 I'd had a woman get angry with me once in California because I wouldn't tell her where I'd gotten my hair permed。 She wouldn't believe it was natural。
I slipped the purse over my shoulders so the thin strap went across my chest。 It blended with the dress well enough that it looked almost as good with it as without。 But the purse rode at my ribs； just a little lower than my shoulder holster。 I tried drawing the gun a couple of times； and it wasn't too bad。 Not as good as a holster； but what was？ I slipped the jacket on and checked myself in the mirror for the umpteenth time。 Neither the knives nor the gun showed。 Great。 I slipped my cross on last。 I made sure the cross was inside the dress； then put a small piece of masking tape over it。 This way I kept my cross； but it didn't spill out of my clothes and glow at Jean…Claude。 I picked up the brush again and put it down without using it。
I was stalling。 It wasn't just the assassin I was afraid of。 I was dreading the moment Richard and Jean…Claude met tonight。 I wasn't sure how they were going to react； and I wasn't up to an emotional confrontation。 I rarely was。
I took a deep breath and went for the door。 Richard followed me。 It was his house。 I couldn't ask him to hide in the bedroom。
Jean…Claude stood by the television； peering at the shelves of videos； as if studying the titles。 He was tall and slender； though not as tall as Richard。 He wore black pants and a short black jacket； cut just at the waist like my own。 He had on high； leather boots that covered nearly his entire leg； the soft leather tops were held in place by black straps with small silver buckles。 His black hair spilled over his shoulders； inches longer than when I first met him。
He turned at last； as if he hadn't known we were standing there。 I made a small involuntary gasp as he faced me。 His shirt was red； a pure； clear crimson that blazed inside his open jacket。 The collar was high； held in place by three antique jet beads。 The shirt gaped open below the collar； showing a large oval of his chest。 The cross…shaped burn scar on his chest showed in the circle of red cloth as if it were framed for viewing。 The circle of bare skin ended just above the black pants； where the shirt was safely tucked away。
The shirt looked splendiferous against his pale skin； the black wavy hair； his midnight blue eyes。 I closed my gaping mouth； and said； 〃Spiffy； very spiffy。〃
He smiled。 〃Ah； ma petite； always the perfect thing to say。〃 He glided across the carpet in his nifty boots； and I found myself wanting him to take the jacket off。 I wanted to see his hair spill over that shirt； black over red。 I knew it would look wonderful。
Richard came up behind me。 He didn't touch me； but I could feel him standing there。 A warm； unhappy presence at my back。 I couldn't blame him。 Jean…Claude looked like an advertisement for Wet Dreams 〃R〃 Us。 I couldn't blame anyone for being jealous。
Jean…Claude stood in front of me； close enough that I could have reached out and touched him。 I stood between the two of them； and the symbolism wasn't lost on any of us。
〃Where's Edward？〃 I managed to ask。 My voice sounded almost normal。 Good for me。
〃He is checking the car。 I believe for incendiary devices；〃 Jean…Claude said with a small smile。
My stomach clenched tight。 Someone really wanted me dead by midnight tonight。 Edward was sweeping the car for bombs。 Even for me； it didn't seem quite real。
〃Ma petite； are you well？〃 Jean…Claude took my hand in his。 〃Your hand is cold。〃
〃Nice plaint； ing from you；〃 Richard said。
Jean…Claude looked over my shoulder at Richard。 〃It was not a plaint but an observation。〃
His hand was warm； and I knew that he had stolen that warmth from someone。 Oh； they'd been willing enough。 There were always people willing to donate to the Master of the City。 But still； he was a blood sucking corpse； no matter what he looked like。 Staring up at him； I realized part of me didn't buy that anymore。 Or maybe I just didn't care anymore。 Damn。
He raised my hand slowly to his lips； eyes watching not me but Richard。 I drew my hand out of his。 He looked at me。 〃If you want to kiss my hand； fine； but don't do it just to get on Richard's nerves。〃
〃My apologies； ma petite。 You are quite right。〃 He looked past me to Richard。 〃My apologies to you as well； Monsieur Zeeman。 We are in a 。 。 。 ticklish position。 It would be childish to make it worse with game playing。〃
I didn't have to see Richard's face to know he was frowning。
Edward came in and saved us。 We could all shut up and leave。 Hopefully。
〃The car's clean；〃 he said。
〃Glad to hear it；〃 I said。
Edward was dressed for the evening。 A brown leather coat hung to his ankles and moved like something alive as he came into the room。 The coat hung strangely heavy in places。 He'd shown me some of his toys that were positioned here and there。 I knew there was a garotte hidden in the stiff white collar of his shirt。 A garotte was a little too up…and…close even for me。
His eyes flicked to the two men in my life； but all he said was； 〃I'll follow the limo。 Don't look around for me tonight； Anita。 I'll be there； but we don't want the hitter alerted to the fact that you've got a bodyguard。〃
〃A second bodyguard；〃 Jean…Claude said。 〃Your； how do you say； hitter will know I will be by her side。〃
Edward nodded。 〃Yeah； if they hit the limo； you'll be there。 They'll have to plan on taking you out； too； which means it's got to be serious firepower。〃
〃I am both a deterrent and an invitation to up the stakes； is that it？〃 JeanClaude asked。
Edward looked at him like the vampire had finally done something interesting。 Edward didn't meet his eyes though。 I was the only human I knew that could meet the Master's eyes and not be bespelled。 Being a necromancer had its uses。 〃Exactly。〃 He said it like he hadn't expected the vampire to grasp the situation。 But if there was one thing Jean…Claude was good at； it was surviving。
〃Shall we go then； ma petite？ The party awaits us。〃 He made a sweeping motion with his arms； directing me towards the door but not taking my hand。 He glanced at Richard； then at me。 He was behaving himself terribly well。 Jean…Claude was a world…class pain in the ass。 It wasn't like him to be a good boy。
I glanced at Richard。 〃Go on。 If we kiss good…bye； it'll smear your lipstick again。〃
〃You are wearing quite enough of her lipstick already； Richard；〃 Jean…Claude said。 For the first time tonight； I heard that warm edge of jealousy。
Richard took two steps forward； and the tension level in the room soared。 〃I could kiss her good night again； if that would make you happy。〃
〃Stop it； both of you；〃 I said。
〃By all means；〃 Jean…Claude said。 〃She is mine for the rest of the evening。 I can afford to be generous。〃
Richard's hands balled into fists。 The first trickle of power oozed through the room。
〃I'm leaving now。〃 I made for the door and didn't look back。 Jean…Claude caught up with me before I reached the door。 He reached for the doorknob first。 and then released it； letting me get it。
〃I do forget your penchant for doors；〃 he said。
〃I don't；〃 Richard said softly。
I turned and looked at him standing there in his jeans； his T…shirt molded to the muscles of his arms and chest。 He was still barefoot； his hai