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if I'd been one of them, ancient beings who'd been forced into the worst kind of slavery imaginable for centuries at a time, I wouldn't be all that fond of relying on others, either.

What else David did besides managing that power flow for his people, though, was a mystery to me. I knew he had to leave me on a fairly frequent basis to attend to business; I knew some of that business had to do with Djinn stepping out of line and needing correction. In a sense, David had become the court of last supernatural resort, a role I instinctively knew he didn't want and wasn't comfortable in playing. His friend Jonathan had been a great leader, one who'd held the Djinn together despite all the infighting for thousands of years; he'd had a certain ruthless wisdom that everyone respected.

David, however, was crippled by two things: One, he wasn't Jonathan; two, he had me to worry about. I was his Achilles' heel, at least when it came to his fellow elementals. Most of them didn't understand why he spent so much time in human form, and they'd never understand why he had offered marriage to a mere bug like me. They'd forgive him for it, those who liked him; after all, pledging to stay at my side would only last a human lifetime, barely a blink to the Djinn.

But it was a worry. He'd become kind of a Crazy Cat Lady among the elementals, far too attached to humanity for his own good. It was a sign, faint but definite, that he wasn't destined for the same long-term status that Jonathan had held.

It made David vulnerable in ways I could only dimly imagine.

"What are you thinking about?" David asked. His eyes were closed, and his head was back against the cushion.

"Whether I want purple roses or yellow ones. I think purple might be a nice touch for the wedding bouquet."

"That's not what you were thinking about."

"How do you know?"

He smiled, but didn't open his eyes. "Because I know when you're happy, and you're not. Thinking about wedding bouquets is something you do when you're happy."

"You make me happy," I said, and that wasn't at all a lie. I took his hand in mine. "And that's all that counts."

He lifted my fingers to his lips and pressed a warm kiss against them. "Yes," he said. "It is."

Chapter Seven

The rest of the drive was full of the normal annoyances of traffic, construction, and generally idiotic behavior by other motor vehicle operators. David didn't have to ward off any supernatural assaults, and all that the day required of me was moderately offensive driving to avoid the unexpected lane changes and people failing to check their blind spots.

We rolled into the Warden parking garage, checked through the extensive security procedures, and got our passes for the headquarters floor. It had been remodeled, again; somebody had kindly seen to taking my name off the Memorial Wall, where they'd hastily had it added when I'd been thought to be dead. That was what I thought, anyway, but then I looked closer. They'd really just put some kind of filler into the engraving, a clear indication that they expected me to get clobbered at any time. This way, they could rinse it out and voilà, I'd be memorialized all over again. At a bargain.

I cannot even begin to say how much that bugged me, but I bit my lip and smiled when I noticed, and ignored David's slightly alarmed look. He was picking up vibrations, all right, and I tried hard to keep myself under better control.

Lewis was waiting for us in the big round conference room, the main one, and there was a crowd with him. Most of them I knew by sight, and some I counted as closer friends. There wasn't a single unfriendly face, which was something of a relief.

Unless you counted Kevin.

Kevin Prentiss was seated at the table like an equal member of the war council, and next to him sat Cherise. My best friend wasn't a Warden; she was way cool of course, but controlling the elements wasn't her bag. So I had to wonder what she was doing in such a high-powered inner circle.

She caught my look, raised her eyebrows, and shrugged. "Don't ask me," she said. "Lewis wanted everybody here. Kevin was with me, and he said I could come along." The subtext was that nobody had wanted to piss Kevin off by demanding his ride-along girlfriend step