Affliction (Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter) - Laurell K. Hamilton Page 0,70

eyes. ‘The fact that you don’t change shape makes them even more interested in you.’

‘Are you warning us?’ Micah asked.

‘They may come to you and try to blackmail you into helping them.’

‘Blackmail me with what?’ I asked.

‘Chimera and his people arrived in St Louis, we know that, but they never left.’

He was looking very steadily at me. I fought to keep as careful a face as I’d shown anyone in a long time. ‘What do you want me to say?’ I asked.

‘Men like Chimera, groups like his, don’t just vanish, Anita. But it was your bloodwork hitting the government grapevine that clinched it.’

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ I said.

‘You killed him. You did it up close and personal enough for him to put his claws, or teeth, into you. Strains of lycanthropy have DNA just like viruses. They know you’re carrying some of his DNA inside you, but you have even more control. You have the military’s dream of being faster, stronger, harder to kill, better at killing, and you never lose human shape.’

‘That’s not due to being a panwere,’ I said.

‘Then what is it?’

I debated for a moment, and then answered. ‘We think it’s the vampire marks. Vampires can’t become shapeshifters with modern strains of lycanthropy, and I was already tied to Jean-Claude when I got contaminated.’

Rush swallowed hard again, closed his eyes, and just breathed for a while. ‘So without the vampire marks ahead of time, it won’t work.’

‘It may only work for me. I’m not sure it’s duplicable at all.’

‘If I don’t wake up again, tell Gonzales what you told me. He’ll be able to get it where it needs to go. Don’t admit anything; just tell him that your control is based on your ties to the Master of St Louis. Tell them it’s not doable.’

‘What’s not doable?’ Micah asked.

‘Making more of her.’

‘You’re joking,’ I said.

‘I wouldn’t waste my time with Mike lying.’ He looked up at his son. ‘Do you love her?’

‘I do.’

‘Do you love Nathaniel?’

‘I do,’ Micah said.

‘Good, I’m glad. I love your mom, always have, and I love Ty. It works for us.’

‘It works for us, too.’

‘Did you know Aunt Jody is living with her girlfriend?’

‘Yeah.’

Rush laughed, but it ended in him writhing on the bed, and then making a pain sound. ‘Mom and Dad are starting to question what they did wrong, because two of their kids are living in unnatural sin.’ He laughed again, but it was a harsh sound. ‘Are Bea and Ty here?’

‘Just outside,’ Micah said.

He looked up at Micah, but his eyes had that fever shine to them, his face glistening with sweat. ‘I love you, son.’

‘I love you, too, Dad.’

Rush looked at me. ‘You take good care of him, Anita.’

‘I will.’

‘Nathaniel, you love my boy?’

‘Very much.’

‘Good. Take care of one another.’

‘We will, promise.’

Rush nodded too rapidly and too often. His hand convulsed around Micah’s and then he said, ‘Send them in. If I don’t talk to you again, know I love you and I know that you are good and strong and I’m so happy you have two people who love you; that’s more than most people ever get.’

Micah used one hand to touch his father’s hair. ‘I love you, Dad.’ He turned to us. ‘Get my mom and Ty.’

Nathaniel and I turned and went for the door. We left Micah with his father, saying the things you say at the end if you get a chance and you really do love each other.

21

Back in the family waiting room, Micah sat on the small couch staring off into space, clutching our hands. Nicky, Dev, Ares, and Bram were scattered around the room trying to look harmless and failing. The police talked to Ares and Bram, and Dev had gotten some of them laughing a little. Nicky just found a piece of wall and held it up in classic bodyguard pose near our couch. He didn’t usually sweat socializing with the police. He expected them to dislike him. Micah had slipped his sunglasses back on, not to hide his eyes, but so we could all pretend there weren’t tears sliding slowly down his face. He made no sound, didn’t wipe at the tears, and just let them fall. He sat quiet between us, crying silently. The police and our guards obeyed the guy rule: If a man is crying utterly quietly and pretending he’s not crying, you pretend, too.

Deputy Al walked into the room. He started talking low-voiced to some of the other cops. Their stoic,