ate my burger without tasting it, and wondered, not for the first time, what the hell to do about Cynric.
"That's it?" Bernardo said. "That's all you're going to say to me? You used to be easier to bait."
I drank some Coke and picked up a French fry. "Were you trying to pick a fight?"
He smiled. "Not a real fight, but it's fun to get you riled up."
I ate the French fry, knowing it was all grease and salt, but then that was what made it taste so good. Why did so many things that were bad for you taste so good?
He glanced at me, then back to the road. "Either you really like the kid, or he bothers you for real."
I sighed, eating my yummy fry and trying not to hunch in the passenger seat. I so didn't want to have this conversation with Bernardo, but then he'd met Cynric the same time I did.
"You met him when I did, Bernardo. He was a virgin, because the white clan is like all the clans, it's all about purity of bloodline, and their queen tiger, Bibiana, likes her men to be monogamous."
"It's because she holds her husband to the big M, and she can't ask the head vampire of Vegas to do something she doesn't make her tigers do."
"Yeah," I said, "and also teenagers don't always have the control with their first orgasm not to shift and eat their partner."
"How's Blue Boy's control?" he asked.
I shrugged, very deliberately not looking at him. "It's good, and don't call him that. He has a name."
"Cynric doesn't sound like a real name for a teenage guy," Bernardo said.
"He goes by a short version of his name."
"Rick?" he asked.
I shook my head.
"Rick's the only thing short for his name," Bernardo said.
"Nope."
He started merging into traffic. It probably meant we were going to exit soon. I hadn't been paying enough attention to where we were, and I wasn't familiar enough with the city.
"What does he call himself, then?"
I mumbled something.
"What?"
"Sin, okay, he likes Sin."
Bernardo laughed out loud, head back, mouth wide, face alight with it.
"Yeah, yeah, enjoy it, laughing boy," I said.
When he could talk, he said, "It's just too good, Anita. Too easy."
"I tried to talk him out of it, but his cousin Roderic goes by Rick, so he thinks of it as taken."
He gave that low male chuckle. "Sin, you're screwing a seventeen-year-old that's named Sin. Oh, man, when I met you, you were like the virgin queen, so untouchable, and now . . ."
"Just stop, okay, I feel bad enough."
He glanced at me as he waited for the traffic to let him exit. "Why feel bad about it? So he's young, so what?"
"You said it yourself, he was a young sixteen. I took his virginity, Bernardo."
"You were mind-fucked by Mommie Darkest at the time, and so was Cynric."
"So were about four other weretigers. Your first time shouldn't be in a vampire-induced orgy, but his was."
"It wasn't your fault, Anita. I was in Vegas. You're lucky to have lived through it, and so were the weretigers."
I shrugged. I put the rest of the food in the bag. My stomach was in a hard knot, and food just didn't sound good right then.
"Well, they're not living through it this time."
"It's not your fault that Mommie Darkest is making the bad vamps hunt weretigers."
"Maybe," I said.
"Oh, can the Catholic guilt."
"What does that mean?" I asked, glaring at him.
"It means that you do what you have to do, and you try to enjoy it along the way. It's what we all do."
"You were the one who teased me about Cynric," I said.
"That was because you were supposed to tell me to go to hell like you always do. You weren't supposed to actually let it bother you. If I'd realized you felt this bad about doing him, I'd have left it alone."
"Thanks, I guess," I said, and I stared out the window as he wove the car through the narrow streets.
"Why do you feel so bad about this one?"
"He's seventeen," I said.
"So, he'll be eighteen next year."
"He's a senior in high school, Bernardo. Jean-Claude is his legal guardian and had to enroll him in school. He comes home with homework and shit, and then he wants to cuddle and have sex. It weirds me the fuck out."
He was quiet as he wove through the progressively narrower streets. "You haven't even asked where we're going."
"To Edward," I said.
"Yeah, but we're not going to the police station, and you