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〃You two are enjoying this；〃 Richard said。 It was almost accusatory。
〃If we didn't enjoy it； we'd both do something else；〃 Edward said。
〃Anita doesn't kill people for money； and you do。〃
I watched the humor drain from Edward's eyes like the sun sinking behind clouds； leaving them pitiless and empty。 〃Think what you like； loverboy； but Anita could have chosen another line of work； one that wouldn't put her in harm's way。 But she didn't。 There's a reason for that。〃
〃She's not like you。〃
Edward looked at me with empty eyes。 〃Closer than she used to be。〃 His voice was soft； almost neutral； but it made me shiver。
I met his eyes； and for the first time in a long time； wondered what I'd given up to be able to pull the trigger。 The same thing Edward had given up inside himself to be able to kill so easily？ I looked up at Richard and wondered if he could do it。 If； when the fur flew； he could really kill anyone。 Some people couldn't。 No shame in that。 But if Richard backed out； he was dead。 Not tonight or tomorrow； but eventually； because Marcus would see to it。 Richard had beaten Marcus twice and refused the kill。 I doubted Marcus would let him have another shot at it。 They'd taken Stephen last night； knowing what Richard would do。 If I hadn't been with him； he might he dead now。 Shit。
All I had to do was kill the assassin before he or she killed me。 Trust Richard not to let Marcus kill him。 Keep Raina from killing me。 And let's see； I was sure there was something else。 Oh； yeah； decide whether I'm going to sleep with Richard； and if I did； what that would mean for Jean…Claude and myself。 There were days when my life was too plicated even for me。
13
Finding dress…up clothes that you can hide a gun in is a bitch。 I actually hadn't planned to carry a gun on my date with Jean…Claude。 Of course； that was before the assassin。 Now I wasn't going out without one。 If I'd known I'd be needing a gun tonight； I'd have worn the little black dress yesterday and saved the pants suit。 But who knew； and now all I'd packed besides jeans was the dress。 It was a little black dress with just enough strap to allow a bra； if you were careful。 I'd bought a black bra to be safe。 Flashing a white bra strap in a black dress always looked so tacky。 The jacket was a deep black velvet； a bolero cut that hit me at the waist。 Black beading edged the collar and hem。
The jacket was hanging on the doorknob of Richard's closet。 He was sitting forlornly on the bed； watching me put the last touches on my lipstick。 I was leaning forward； peering at myself in the mirror on his dresser。 The skirt was short enough that I decided to wear a black teddy under it； not for underwear but to go over my panty hose； so everything matched。 Ronnie hadn't trusted me not to bend over at least once tonight。 She was right。 So even if I forgot； the teddy covered more than most bathing suits。 I'd have never picked out something so short on my own。 Ronnie was a bad influence on me。 If she'd known I was planning to wear it for Jean…Claude； she'd have probably chosen something else。 She called him fangface。 Or worse。 She liked Richard。
〃Nice dress；〃 Richard said。
〃Thanks。〃 I turned in front of the mirror to check the way the skirt hung。 It was just full enough to swing when I moved。 The black knife sheaths on my forearms actually matched the dress。 The knives made a nice touch of silver。 The wrist sheaths almost covered the scars on my arms。 Only the mound of scar tissue at my left elbow was visible。 A vampire had torn up my arm once upon a time。 The same vamp had bitten through my collarbone。 The scars were normal for me； but every once in a while I'd be out enjoying myself and catch someone looking； staring。 They'd look hurriedly away； or meet my eyes。 It wasn't that the scars were awful to look at。 They weren't that bad…really。 But they told a story of pain and something out of the ordinary。 They said I'd been places that most people hadn't； and I'd survived。 Worth a stare or two； I guess。
The black straps that held the new knife down along my spine showed a little at the shoulders； but more across the back。 The hilt was hidden under my hair； but I wouldn't be taking the jacket off。
〃Why didn't you wear this last night？〃 Richard asked。
〃The pants suit seemed more appropriate。〃
He stared at me； eyes roving over my body more than my face。 He shook his head。 〃For seeing someone you're not going to sleep with； that is a very sexy outfit。〃
I had never planned on Richard seeing the dress； at least not on the night I wore it for Jean…Claude。 I wasn't sure what to say； but I'd try。 〃I trust myself with Jean…Claude more than I trust myself with you； so he gets the short skirt and you don't。〃 That was the truth。
〃You're saying I don't get the sexy outfit because I'm so irresistible？〃
〃Something like that。〃
〃If I ran my hands up your legs； would I find panty hose or garters？〃 He looked so solemn； hurt。 With everything else going down； I shouldn't have had to worry about my boyfriend's hurt feelings； but there it was。 Life goes on； even if you're ass deep in alligators。
〃Panty hose；〃 I said。
〃Will Jean…Claude find out what kind of hose you're wearing？〃
〃He could ask； like you did；〃 I said。
〃You know that's not what I meant；〃 he said。
I sighed。 〃I don't know how to make this easier on you； Richard。 If there's anything that would make you feel more secure about this； ask。〃
To his credit； he didn't ask me not to go。 I think he knew he wouldn't like the answer。 〃e here；〃 he said and held out his hand to me。
I walked over to him and took his outstretched hand。 He sat me on his lap； legs sideways like you'd sit on Santa。 He encircled me with one arm； then laid his other hand on my thigh。 〃Promise me you won't sleep with him tonight。〃
〃With assassins ready to jump out of the woodwork； I think that's a safe bet；〃 I said。
〃Don't joke； Anita； please。〃
I smoothed my hand through his hair。 He looked so serious； so hurt。 〃I've said no for a very long time； Richard。 Why should you be worried about tonight？〃
〃The dress；〃 he said。
〃I admit it's short； but 。 。 。〃
He smoothed his hand up my thigh until it vanished under the skirt。 He rested his hand just below the lace of the teddy。 〃You're wearing lingerie； for Gods sake； you never wear lingerie。〃
I would have explained about everything matching； but somehow I didn't think that would be forting。 〃Okay； I won't sleep with him tonight。 I hadn't planned on it to begin with。〃
〃Promise me you'll e back and sleep with me。〃 He smiled when he said it。
I smiled back and slid off his lap。 〃You'd have to shift first。 I'd have to see your beast。 Or so you keep telling me。〃
〃I could shift when you get back。〃
〃Could you take human form again quickly enough to do us any good tonight？〃
He smiled。 〃I'm strong enough to be Ulfric； Anita。 One of the things I can do is change form almost at will。 I don't pass out when I change back to human form like most shapeshifters。〃
〃Handy；〃 I said。
He smiled。 〃e back tonight； and I'll change for you。 Sylvie's right。 I have to accept what I am。〃
〃Part of that is trying it out on me； huh？〃
He nodded。 〃I think so。〃
Staring into his solemn eyes； I knew that if he changed for me tonight and I couldn't deal with it； it would destroy something inside of him。 I hoped I was up to it。 〃When I e back tonight； I'll watch you shift。〃
He looked grim as if he expected that I'd run screaming。 〃Kiss me； and get out of here；〃 he said。
I kissed him； and he licked his lips。 〃Lipstick。〃 He kissed me again。 〃But underneath I can still taste you。〃
〃Hmmm；〃 I said。 I stared down at him and almost didn't want to go。 Almost。 The doorbell rang； and I jumped。 Richard didn't； as if he'd heard it before I had。
〃Be careful。 I wish I could be with you。〃
〃There'll be media all over the place；〃 I said。 〃Wouldn't do to get your picture taken with a bunch of monsters。 It might blow your cover。〃
〃I'd blow my cover if it would keep you safe。〃
He loved teaching； yet I believed him。 He'd e out of the closet for me。 〃Thanks； but Edward's right。 I'd be so worried about keeping you alive； I wouldn't be taking good care of myself。〃
〃You don't worry about Jean…Claude？〃
I shrugged。 〃He can take care of himself。 Besides； he's already dead。〃
Richard shook his head。 〃You don't really believe that anymore。〃
〃No； he's dead； Richard。 That I know。 Whatever keeps him alive is a form of necromancy； different than my own powers； but still magic。〃
〃You can say it； but in your heart you don't believe it。〃
I shrugged again。 〃Maybe not； but it's still the truth。〃
There was a knock on the door。 Richard said； 〃Your date's here。〃
〃I'm ing。 Now I have to fix my lipstick all over again。〃
He wiped fingers across his mouth； ing away with crimson stains。 〃At least I'll be able to tell if you've been kissing him。 This stuff will show up like blood on his white shirt。〃
I didn't argue。 Jean…Claude always wore black and white。 I'd only seen him in one shirt that wasn't white。 It had been black。 I reapplied the lipstick and put it in the beaded black purse on the dresser。 The purse was too 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。