now, ma petite?"
I stared at him for a heartbeat, then laughed. I did. "You are a devious son of a bitch, did you know that?"
"I've been told that before," he said, smiling.
The police had pushed the crowd back, and the limo moved forward. "You did that just to cheer me up." I sounded almost accusatory.
He widened his eyes. "Would I do such a thing?"
I stared at him and felt the smile slide from my face. I really looked at him for a moment, not just as the world's greatest lust object, but as him, Jean-Claude. The Master of the City was worried about my feelings. I shook my head. Was he becoming nicer, or was I just fooling myself?
"Why so solemn, ma petite?"
I shook my head. "The usual, trying to figure out how sincere you are."
His smile widened. "I am always sincere, ma petite, even when I lie."
"Which is what makes you so good at it," I said.
He nodded his head once, almost a bow. "Exactly."
He glanced ahead of us. "We are about to embark on a sea of media, ma petite. If you could put the gun up? I think the press would find it a bit much."
"Press?" I said. "You mean local media?"
"Local, yes."
"What aren't you telling me?"
"When the door opens, take my arm and smile, please, ma petite."
I frowned at him. "What is about to happen?"
"You are about to be introduced to the world."
"Jean-Claude, what are you up to?"
"This is not my doing, ma petite. I do not like the limelight quite this much. The vampire council has chosen me to be their representative to the media."
"I know you had to come out of the casket to the local vampires after you won your last challenge, but isn't it dangerous? I mean you've been pretending to be some mysterious master's number-one flunkie. It's kept you safe from outside challengers."
"Most masters use a stalking horse, ma petite. It cuts down on challenges and human assassins."
"I know all that, so why are you going public?"
"The council believes that skulking in the shadows gives ammunition to our detractors. Those of us who would make good media fodder have been ordered into the light, as it were."
I stared at him. "How into the light?"
"Put the gun away, ma petite. The doorman will open the door and there will be cameras." I glared at him, but I slid the Seecamp into my purse.
"What have you gotten me into, Jean-Claude?"
"Smile, ma petite, or at least do not frown." The door opened before I could say anything else. A man in a tux held the door. The flash of lightbulbs was blinding, and I knew it had to bother his eyes more than mine. He was smiling as he held a hand back for me. If he could stare that much light in the face without blinking, I could be gracious. We could always fight later.
I stepped out of the limo and was glad I was holding his hand. Flashbulbs were everywhere like tiny suns blasting off. The crowd surged forward, microphones shoved at us like knives. If he hadn't been holding my hand tight, I'd have crawled back into the limo. I moved closer to him, just to be able to keep my feet. Where the hell was crowd control?
A microphone nearly touched my face. A woman's voice yelled from far too close, "Is he good in bed? Or would that be coffin?"
"What?" I said.
"Is he good in bed?" There was a moment of near silence, while everyone waited for my answer. Before I could open my mouth and say something scathing, Jean-Claude moved in, graceful as always.
"We do not kiss and tell, do we, ma petite?" His French accent was the thickest I'd ever heard it.
"Ma petite-is that your pet name for her?" a man's voice.
"Oui," he said.
I looked up at him, and he leaned down as if to kiss my cheek. He whispered, "Glare at me later, ma petite. There are cameras everywhere."
I wanted to say that I didn't give a damn, but I did. I mean, I think I did. I felt like a rabbit caught in headlights. If the assassin had jumped out with a gun at that moment, I'd have stood there and let him shoot me. That thought, more than anything else, brought me back to myself, helped me to think again. I started trying to see past the lights, the microphones, a few tape recorders, and video cameras. I caught at least two major network emblems