"So it is true. You do not control your own servant."
"The best human servants are those that come willingly to your hand. You taught me that, Asher you and Julianna."
Asher threw the cigarette on the ground. He took two quick steps forward.
"Don't," I said.
His hands were balled into fists at his side. His anger rode the night like close lightning. "Never, never say her name again. You don't deserve to speak her name."
Jean-Claude gave a shallow bow. "As you wish. Now, what do you want, Asher? Anita will grow impatient soon."
Asher stared at me. He looked at me from head to toe, but it wasn't sexual, though that was in there. It was like he was looking me over, like I was a car he was thinking of buying. His eyes were a strange shade of pale blue. "Would you really shoot me?" He turned his head so that I couldn't see the scars. He knew exactly how the shadows would fall. He gave a smile that was supposed to melt me into my socks. It didn't work.
"Cut the charm and give me a reason notto kill you."
He turned his head so that a sheet of golden hair spilled over the right side of his face. If my night vision had been worse, it might have hidden the scars.
"The council extends their invitation to Jean-Claude, Master of the City of St. Louis, and his human servant, Anita Blake. They request your presence this night."
"You may put up the gun, ma petite. We are safe until we see the council."
"Just like that," I said. "Last I heard, Asher here wanted to kill me."
"The council refused his request," Jean-Claude said. "Our human servants are too precious to us for them to agree."
"Very true," Asher said.
The two vampires stared at each other. I expected them to try vampiric powers on each other, but they didn't. They just stood there, looking at one another. Their faces gave nothing away, but if they'd been people and not monsters, I'd have told them to hug and make up. You could feel their pain on the air. I realized something I hadn't before. They had loved each other once. Only love can turn to such bitter regret. Julianna had been their link, but it hadn't just been her they loved.
It was time to put the gun up, but irritatingly, I'd have to flash the parking lot. I was really going to have to invest in more dressy pants suits. Dresses just sucked for concealed carry.
There was no one else but the three of us in the parking lot. I turned my back on both of them and raised the dress enough to put up the gun.
"Please, don't be modest on my account," Asher said.
I smoothed the dress into place before I turned around. "Don't flatter yourself."
He smiled, and the look on his face was amused, condescending, and something else. That "something else" bothered me. "Modest. Were you also chaste before our dashing Jean-Claude found you?"
"That's enough, Asher," Jean-Claude said.
"She was a virgin before you?" He made it a question and then threw his head back and laughed. He laughed until he had to lean against the Jeep to steady himself. "You, wasted on a virgin. It is simply too perfect."
"I wasn't a virgin, not that it's any of your damn business."
The laughter stopped so abruptly, it was startling. He slid down to the ground, sitting on the dark pavement. He stared up at me through a curtain of golden hair. His eyes looked strange and pale. "Not virginal, but chaste."
"I've had enough games for one night," I said.
"The games are just beginning," he said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.
"It means, ma petite, that the council await us. They will have many games for us to play, none of them pleasant."
Asher rose to his feet like he'd been pulled by strings. He stood, brushing himself off. He settled his black overcoat more solidly into place. It was hot for a long coat. Not that he would necessarily care, but it was odd. Vamps usually tried to blend in better than that. Made me wonder what was underneath the coat. You could hide a pretty big gun under an ankle-length coat. I'd never met a vampire that carried a gun, but there was always a first time.
Jean-Claude had said we were safe until we reached the council, but that didn't mean Asher couldn't pull a weapon then and blow us away. It had been beyond careless to put up my gun without patting Asher down first.