I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I kept the gun pointed at her. "If I pull this trigger, Liv, even with the boost in power you'll die."
Liv looked at Jean-Claude. It was a long, self-satisfied look. "You know I won't die, Jean-Claude."
"Only the Traveler could make such an extravagant promise, and hope to keep it," Jean-Claude said. "You are a little too feminine for his tastes, unless he has changed."
Her face was disdainful. "He is above such petty desires. He offered me only power and I accepted."
Jean-Claude shook his head. "If you truly believe the Traveler above the desires of the body, then he has been very . . . careful around you, Liv."
"He is not like the others," she said.
Jean-Claude sighed. "On that I will not argue, Liv. But be careful that his power does not become addictive."
"You seek to frighten me, but it will not work, Jean-Claude. His power is like nothing I have ever felt before, and he can share it. I can be what I was meant to be."
"He can fill you to bursting with his power, Liv, it will not make you a master. If he has promised you that, then he has lied to you."
She hissed at him. "You would say anything to save yourself tonight."
He shrugged. "Perhaps."
"I thought Liv took an oath of loyalty to you," I said.
"Oui."
"Then what's going on?"
"The council will be very careful to observe the rules, ma petite. The Circus is a public business, thus the council might have crossed the threshold uninvited. Instead, they found someone to invite them inside."
I stared at the smirking vamp in the back of my Jeep. "She betrayed us?"
"Yes," he said softly. He touched my shoulder. "Do not kill her, ma petite. The bullet would enter, but the Traveler would not allow her death. You would simply waste a bullet."
I shook my head. "She betrayed you, all of you."
"If they could not have bribed someone, they would have tortured someone else into betraying us. I much prefer this method," he said.
I stared down the barrel of the gun at Liv's smiling face. I could have pulled the trigger and not worried about it. She'd done all the damage she could do. It wasn't like I'd be killing her to save us. I didn't want, or not want, to pull the trigger. I simply thought she deserved to die for betraying us. Not anger, or even outrage, just good business. It was a bad precedent to allow anyone to betray you and survive. It set a bad example. I realized with an almost physical jolt that killing her meant nothing to me. Just good business. Sweet Jesus. I put up the gun. I didn't want to kill anyone that coldly. Killing didn't bother me, but it should mean something.
Liv leaned back in the seat, grinning, pleased I'd seen the futility of shooting her. If she only realized why I hadn't done it, she might still have been scared of me, but she was hiding behind the power of this Traveler. Confident that it was shield enough against anything. If she pissed me off enough tonight, maybe we'd test the theory.
I shook my head. If I was going to meet the bogeymen of vampirekind I needed more weapons. I had my wrist sheaths, complete with silver knives, in the glove compartment. I often carried them in the Jeep when I wore something I couldn't wear them with, like the dress. Never knew when you'd need a good knife.
"I'll tell them about any weapons I see," she said.
I finished buckling the knives in place. "Yvette and Balthasar know I have the gun. I'm not trying to be subtle here, just prepared." I opened the door and stepped out. I scanned the darkness for more company, though the really old ones could hide almost in plain sight. Some vampires had chameleons beat all to hell when it came to blending with their surroundings. I'd seen one that could wrap himself in shadows, then fling them aside like a cloak. It had been impressive.
Liv scooted out of the car to stand near me. She'd lifted a few too many weights to cross her arms comfortably but she was trying. Trying for that nonchalant bodyguard look. She was six feet tall and built like a brick outhouse; she didn't have to try hard to look intimidating.
Jean-Claude got out of the car on my side, putting himself between the two of us. I wasn't sure who he was protecting; her or me.
He had Asher's long coat in his arms. "I suggest, ma petite, that you wear this to cover the weapons."
"I'll tell them about the knives," Liv said.
"If the weapons are in plain sight, it is more of a challenge," Jean-Claude said. "Someone might feel compelled to take them from you."
"They can try," I said.