Affliction (Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter) - Laurell K. Hamilton Page 0,133

change his mind?’

‘He’s never missed anyone as much as he misses Asher. I don’t think he understood that any one person might be worth giving up all the others for.’

‘Has our Devil never been in love before?’

‘Apparently not,’ I said.

‘No, because only love can make of parting such a hell,’ Jean-Claude said.

‘Yeah,’ I said.

His body relaxed around me then, so that he hugged me, rather than simply had his arms around me. That unsettling, almost reptile stillness was just gone, and his body had movement, flow, not just a sense of pulse and life, but as if he could stop his energy, his aura, from moving, too. Maybe that was it? Maybe it was a psychic thing, that vampire stillness, so that they could dampen down not just their physical movement, but all their ‘movement.’

I said, ‘It’s okay if you miss Asher.’

He pulled me in against his body so that my head rested on his chest, cradled against the velvet of his jacket. I snuggled in against him and knew from the softness of the jacket it wasn’t real velvet, but some modern synthetic. The modern stuff was always softer.

‘Is it, ma petite? I miss him and yet I do not believe he has learned the lesson we wished to teach him. He waxed quite eloquent on the phone about his new man and how he is denied nothing from this new werehyena.’

I tried to move back so I could see his face, but he held me in place. I didn’t fight it, because sometimes he did that when he wasn’t certain he could control his facial expression. The older vampires saw an unguarded expression as something that could be potentially dangerous to them. Centuries of having been punished for the wrong look at the wrong time had taught most of them to hide what they truly felt. Jean-Claude had told me once that it was actually an effort to show emotion. I think that ceased to be true as he got metaphysically closer to all his warm-blooded servants like me. We’d given him some of our warmth, but it had cost him some of his hard-won control.

‘I didn’t realize it was a werehyena,’ I said, with my cheek cradled against his chest.

‘Yes, but he is not the leader of the local hyenas, just the prettiest boy to fall under Asher’s spell.’ He sounded tired.

‘Did Asher seducing this werehyena piss off the leader of their pack?’

‘Their leader is a woman, and because I sent Asher to her city, he seems to have taken it as a hint that I wanted him to be more heterosexual.’

‘Which means he did just the opposite and went for just the guys,’ I said.

‘Oh, much better than that; he seduced her and then ignored her for this new man.’

I rose up, and this time he let me. ‘Holy shit, was he trying to get himself killed?’

Jean-Claude stepped back, shaking his head. ‘If he had not been my envoy, the leader, Dulcia, would have made an example of Asher. She called me about a month ago to tell me of his misdeeds.’

‘Hyena society is matriarchal, which is why Narcissus won’t let women in his clan. He’s afraid a woman will automatically take over just like with real wild hyenas.’

‘I know all that, ma petite.’

‘But maybe Asher doesn’t,’ I said. ‘He doesn’t do the research that you, me, Micah, Nathaniel, hell, Nicky, everyone does. Narcissus doesn’t run his group like most of hyena society, and if they’re the only hyenas Asher has spent any time with, maybe he didn’t know how dangerous they could be.’

Jean-Claude seemed to think about that for a moment, and then nodded. ‘Very wise, ma petite; you may be right. Asher was always a weapon to be aimed at someone, or something, by our mistress, Belle Morte. I began as a mere weapon in her arsenal, but I learned to ask more questions and find more answers. Asher was content to follow her plans and then mine.’

‘Yeah, he’s not a planner,’ I said.

‘I fear not,’ Jean-Claude said.

‘He’s powerful enough to be master of his own territory, Jean-Claude, but he doesn’t have the temperament for it.’

‘No, he does not.’

‘He’s never going to,’ I said.

We looked at each other, just a look, but it was enough. ‘Either I have to allow Dulcia to kill him for the insult, or I must order him home to us.’

I shook my head. ‘We can’t let her kill him.’

‘No,’ he said.

‘How long ago did he fuck up this badly?’

‘Not