Jason lay on his stomach, blond hair bright against the dark pillows. He was na**d except for a pair of vibrant blue bikini briefs. I walked towards the bed, staring at his back, willing him to breathe. When I was almost at the bed I could see him breathe. Something tight in my chest loosened.
I had to kneel on the edge of the bed to reach him. I touched his shoulder. He moved under my hand. I rolled him onto his side, and he didn't try to help. He was totally passive. He stared up at me with heavy-lidded eyes. Two thin crimson lines flowed down his neck. Not a lot of blood, at least not spilled onto the sheets. I had no way of knowing how much he'd lost. How much Jean-Claude had taken.
Jason smiled at me. It was a slow, lazy smile.
"Are you alright?"
His hand slid around my waist as he rolled onto his back.
"I'll take that as a yes." I tried to back off the bed, but his arm was firm around me, holding me. He pulled me down to his chest. I pulled the Browning on the way down. He could have stopped me, but he didn't try.
I shoved the gun against his ribs. My other hand was pressed to his bare chest, trying to hold my face a little above his. He raised his face towards mine.
"I will pull this trigger."
He stopped with his face inches from mine. "I'll heal."
"Is one kiss worth getting a hole punched in your side?"
"I don't know," he said. "Everyone else seems to think so." His face moved towards me slowly, giving me plenty of time to decide.
"Jason, release her, now." Jean-Claude's voice filled the room with whispers like tiny echoes.
Jason let me go. I slid off the bed, the gun still na**d in my hand.
"I need my wolf tonight, Anita. Try not to shoot him until after we've seen Serephina."
"Tell him to stop hitting on me," I said.
"Oh, I shall, ma petite, I shall."
Jason lay back against the pillows. He raised one knee, his hands lying across his stomach. He looked relaxed, lascivious, but his eyes stayed on Jean-Claude.
"You are almost the perfect pet, Jason, but do not provoke me."
"You never said she was off limits."
"I am saying it now," Jean-Claude said.
Jason sat up on the bed. "I'll be a perfect gentleman from now on."
"Yes," Jean-Claude said, "you will." He stood there in the doorway, still lovely to look at, but dangerous. You could feel it building in the room, whispering through his voice. "Leave us for a moment, ma petite."
"We don't have time for this," I said.
Jean-Claude looked at me. His eyes were still a solid midnight blue; the whites had drowned. "Are you protecting him?"
"I don't want him hurt because he got out of hand with me."
"Yet you would have shot him."
I shrugged. "I never said I was consistent, just serious."
Jean-Claude laughed. The abrupt change in mood made both Jason and me jump. His laughter was rich and thick as chocolate, as if you could pull it from the air and eat it.
I glanced at Jason. He was watching Jean-Claude the way a well-trained dog will watch its master, looking for clues to what its master wanted next.
"Get dressed, my wolf, and you, ma petite, you must change as well."
I was wearing black jeans and a royal blue polo shirt. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"
"We must make a show of it tonight, ma petite. I would not ask if it were not important."
"I am not wearing a dress tonight."
He smiled. "Of course not. Just something a little more stylish. If your young friend does not have anything suitable, I believe he and Jason are about the same size. I'm sure we could find something."
"You'll have to talk to Larry about that."
Jean-Claude looked at me for a heartbeat. "As you like, ma petite. Now, if you would leave Jason to dress? I will stay in here until you have chosen more appropriate attire."
I wanted to argue. I didn't like being told what to wear, or what not to wear. But I let it go. I'd been around vampires enough to know they admired the spectacular, or the dangerous. If Jean-Claude said we needed to make a show of it, maybe he was right. It wouldn't kill me to dress up a little. It might get us all killed to refuse. I just didn't know the rules in this situation. I suspected that there weren't any.
I hadn't packed with meeting a master vampire in mind, so my choices were sort of limited. I settled for a crimson blouse with a high collar and a spill of lace down the front. There was even a little frilly cuff at each sleeve. It looked like a cross between a Victorian blouse and a business shirt. It would have looked very conservative if it hadn't been screaming vermillion red. I hated the idea of wearing it, because I knew Jean-Claude would like it. Except for the color, it looked like something he might wear.
I put the all-purpose black jacket over the blouse. With both guns, both knives, and a cross around my neck inside the blouse, I was ready to go.
"Ma petite, may we come out?"
"Sure."
He opened the door and took it all in with a glance. "You look splendid, ma petite. I appreciate the makeup."
"I look pale in crimson without it."
"Of course; do you have other shoes?"
"I only have the Nikes and high heels. I move better in the Nikes."
"The blouse was more than I hoped for; keep your jogging shoes. They are black, at least."
Jason walked out of the bedroom. He was wearing black leather pants tight enough that I knew he wasn't wearing the underwear anymore. The top was vaguely oriental with one of those upright collars and one black button, the kind where a loop of thread comes over the button. The sleeves were full, and the collar was a soft shining blue that matched his eyes to perfection. It was embroidered in yellow so dark it looked gold, and darker blue thread. The sleeves, collar, and edge of the fabric were embroidered black on black. When Jason moved, the shirt gaped just a little, enough to show glimpses of his bare stomach. Soft black boots rode up over his knees.
"Well, I know who your tailor is," I said. I was going to be woefully underdressed.
"If you would fetch Monsieur Kirkland. When he is dressed, we can go."
"Larry may not want to change."
"Then he won't. I will not force him."
I looked at him, not quite sure I believed him, but I got Larry. He agreed to go into the bedroom and see what other goodies were in the luggage, but he didn't promise to change.
He came out still wearing dark blue jeans and Nikes. He had changed his T-shirt for a silk dress shirt that was a rich, vibrant blue. It made his eyes look even bluer than usual. A black leather jacket that was just a touch big in the shoulders hid his shoulder holster. I guess it was an improvement over the oversized flannel he'd been wearing. The collar of the shirt was spread over the jacket so that it framed his face.
"You should see some of the stuff in there," Larry said. He shook his head as if he still couldn't believe it. "I wouldn't even know how to get into some of it."
"You look nice," I said.
"Thanks."
"Can we go now?" I asked.
"Yes, ma petite, we can go. It will be interesting to meet Serephina after two centuries."
"I know this is old home week for you, but let's remember why we're here," I said. "Xavier has Jeff Quinlan. Who knows what he's doing to him? I want him home safe. It's the second night. We have to get to him tonight, or find someone else who can."
Jean-Claude nodded. "Then let us be off, ma petite. Serephina awaits us." He sounded almost eager, like he was looking forward to seeing her. For the first time I wondered if he and Serephina had been lovers. I knew Jean-Claude wasn't a virgin. I mean, get real. But knowing he had lovers and meeting one were two different things. I realized with a start that it would bother me.
He smiled at me, almost as if he knew what I was thinking. The whites of his eyes had reappeared. It made him look almost human. Almost.
Chapter 23
Jean-Claude walked across the parking lot in his boots and jacket, looking like someone should be snapping his picture, or asking for an autograph. The rest of us followed like his entourage. Which was what we were, whether I liked it or not. But to save Jeff Quinlan I could do a little bootlicking. Even I will toady a little if it's in a good enough cause.
"You driving, or do I get directions to Serephina's house now?" I asked.