had said that violence wouldn't save us tonight. He wasn't kidding. If a vamp had been holding Willie against his will, forcing him sexually, I'd have shot him. But it was Willie's body, and he'd get it back. Shooting it full of holes was a bad idea. What I needed was a good idea.
"Does the Traveler like women?" I asked.
"Are you offering yourself in his place?" the vampire asked.
"No, just wondering how you'd like it if the tables were turned."
"No one else has my ability to share a body," the Traveler said.
"Would you like it if someone forced you to have sex with a woman?"
Willie's face cocked to one side, and the expression was alien to him. The sense of otherness was strong enough to make my skin crawl. "I have never felt the draw of a woman's body."
"You'd find it distasteful," I said.
Willie, the Traveler, nodded. "Yes."
"Then let Willie go. Pick someone who wouldn't mind so much."
The Traveler snuggled into Balthasar's arms and laughed at me. "Are you appealing to my sense of mercy?"
I shrugged. "I can't shoot you. You're council. I was hoping that would mean you had more rules than the rest of them. Guess I was wrong."
He looked at Jean-Claude. "Does your human servant do all your talking now?"
"She does well enough," Jean-Claude said.
"If she seeks to appeal to my sense of fair play, then you have told her nothing about your time with us at court."
Jean-Claude kept my left hand clasped loosely in his, but he stepped away from me. I felt him draw himself straighter as if he'd been hunched just a little, huddled around his panic. I knew he was still afraid, but he had rallied. Brave Jean-Claude. I wasn't that afraid yet. But then, I didn't know any better.
"I do not dwell upon the past," Jean-Claude said.
"He is ashamed of us," Balthasar said, rubbing his face against Willie's. He planted a soft kiss against Willie's temple.
"No," the Traveler said. "He fears us."
"What do you want of me, Traveler? Why has the council invaded my lands and taken my people hostage?"
Willie's body pushed away from Balthasar to stand just in front of the taller man. Willie normally looked smaller than he was, sort of hunched and rabbity, but now he looked slim and certain of himself. The Traveler had given Willie the grace and assurance he never had on his own.
"You slew the Earthmover but did not come to take his council seat. There is no other way to rise to the council except through the death of another. We have a vacancy that only you can fill, Jean-Claude."
"I do not want it, nor am I powerful enough to keep it."
"If not powerful enough, then how did you slay Oliver? He was a frightening force of nature." The Traveler walked towards us with Balthasar in his wake. "How did you slay him?"
Jean-Claude didn't back up this time. His hand tightened on mine, but he stood his ground. "He agreed not to call the earth against me."
The vampire and his servant circled us like sharks. One circling left, the other right, so it was hard to keep an eye on both of them.
"Why would he limit his powers?"
"He had gone rogue, Traveler. Oliver wished to bring back the days when vampires were illegal. An earthquake might have destroyed the city, but it would not have been blamed on a vampire. He wanted to possess my vampires and cause a blood bath that would bring us back to being hunted. Oliver feared we would destroy all the humans eventually, and thus ourselves. He thought we were too dangerous to be allowed legal rights and freedom."
"We received your report," the Traveler said. He stopped by me. Balthasar stopped on the other side, closest to Jean-Claude. They were mirroring each other. I wasn't sure if it was the vampire controlling his servant or just centuries of practice. "I knew Oliver's ideas."
I drew back against Jean-Claude. "Is it just vamps or can he take over humans, too?"
"You are safe from his intrusion, ma petite."
"Great," I said.
I stared at the Traveler, and it was frightening how easily I was beginning to think of this body as the Traveler and not Willie. "Why didn't you stop Oliver, then?" I asked.
The Traveler sidled closer and closer until only the barest inch kept us from touching. "He was council. Council cannot fight to the death among ourselves. And nothing short of true death would have stopped him."
"You let him come here, knowing