do not know her well enough to answer that question, but I do know Asher. He is relentless once he decides to be cruel, and he has a true talent for finding that which will alienate, humiliate, or terrify someone.’
‘I have a few memories from you, just glimpses of Asher raping people as entertainment for Belle’s court.’
‘I was forced to help in some of those entertainments, ma petite, or risk taking the place of the prisoner. I chose to be the predator to escape being the victim.’
‘Asher didn’t have to be threatened to do it, though, did he?’ I asked.
‘He delighted in cruelty once. He is better than that now, but the part of him that enjoys giving pain and fear is still inside him. He has found tame avenues for his interests in the bedroom and the bondage and submission games. He understands now that he must play safe, sane, and consensual here with us.’
‘Do you think part of him misses getting to do some of it for real?’ I asked.
‘How can you ask that about someone that you love?’
‘The only part of love that is blind is that first rush of endorphins and craziness; after that wears off, no one knows you as honestly, warts and all, as the people who love you, truly love you.’
‘I have found many people over the centuries who stay blind to the faults of their lovers.’
‘True love means you love the real person, not an ideal that you have in your head and superimpose over them. That’s illusion and lies to me.’
‘But if the lovers are happy in their illusion and lies, what then, ma petite? Does it cease to be true love because lies are necessary for it to continue?’
‘Yes,’ I said.
He looked at me, surprised and not trying to hide it. ‘Some mystery is needed for love to survive, ma petite. If we knew everything about each other, surely the burden of our crimes, or doubts, would destroy us.’
‘We know Asher is a perverse, cruel, sadistic bastard, but we still love him.’
‘I do not think I would like you to list my faults so clearly. I think it would pain me to know you see me so clearly and so harshly.’
I smiled at him. ‘You have faults, and so do I, but your good points outnumber your bad by a lot. We can’t say the same for Asher.’
‘He is beautiful,’ Jean-Claude said.
‘Very,’ I said, ‘and an amazing top in the dungeon. Since he was my first, I didn’t really understand how hard it is to find someone who enjoys being as edgy as I like for bondage, and there’s no one else sane that comes close to Nathaniel’s needs in the area.’
‘Our kitten can be quite frightening in his needs.’
‘And that’s it; it frightens you and me, we don’t enjoy topping Nathaniel to a point that satisfies him, but Asher does. In fact, I’m not sure I entirely trust the two of them alone without extra rules from me or you.’
‘I believe it is that edge of danger that delights them both with each other,’ Jean-Claude said.
I nodded. ‘Agreed.’
‘So he is beautiful and good in the dungeon, but that is hardly virtue enough to offset his vices.’
‘True, but he’s also a fabulous lover even without the BDSM,’ I said.
Jean-Claude looked away as if he had to control his face for a moment before he turned back to me. ‘Yes.’ It was one word, but it was enough. There was almost pain in his yes.
‘You think it’s a bad idea to bring him home,’ I said.
‘Don’t you?’ he asked.
We stood there looking at each other. I finally said, ‘Yeah, I do.’
‘Logic would dictate that we leave Asher to his fate,’ Jean-Claude said.
‘You mean let Dulcia kill him?’
He gave a small nod. His face was very careful as he looked at me. He showed nothing, but the very lack of emotion spoke volumes.
‘You’re leaving the decision up to me, aren’t you?’ I asked.
‘I have been in thrall to his beauty and his cruelty for centuries, ma petite. I cannot rule him as he needs.’
‘I can’t let someone else kill him.’
His eyes widened fractionally. ‘I do not like that phrasing, ma petite.’
‘Me either, but when he hit Cynric hard enough to knock him out I thought he’d broken his neck, and damage to the spine can act like decapitation for both vampires and wereanimals. If he had killed Cynric even by accident I would have shot him, Jean-Claude. I would have shot him