I saw where this was going, or was afraid I did. "Let me guess: the only way to bring them over is to have sex."
She nodded.
"You can't find another siren to do the job for you?"
"I am the last of my kind, Anita. I am the last siren. Unless you have the power to awaken my sons."
Micah squeezed my hand tighter. Nathaniel moved in so that our bodies touched from shoulder to hip. "Okay, if we're being honest, I'm a little disturbed by your pimping out your sons to me."
"What does 'pimping out' mean?" she asked.
I sighed. Great, one of those moments when you really don't want to explain the slang. Nathaniel said, "It means to sell someone else for sexual purposes."
She frowned, then said, "I cannot truly argue the definition. I wish you to have sex with my sons, and it will gain us both a stronger alliance. They will gain power from it. So, if that is selling, I cannot argue this 'pimping out.' "
"But if you are only a carrier of the ardeur and not a true succubus, then you cannot do what Thea wishes," Samuel said.
I looked at them both. "And how do we find out if I've got what Thea wants?" I couldn't keep the suspicion out of my voice.
Nathaniel stroked my shoulder like you'd settle a nervous horse, but I didn't push him away. I was getting tense, and fighting not to get angry.
"Let down your inner walls, and let my power taste yours." She said it like it was easy, a small thing.
I shook my head. "I don't know."
"The thought of my 'pimping out' my sons to you makes you uncomfortable, does it not?"
"Yeah, it does."
"If your power is not close enough to mine, then we will stay for the parties, and the ballet, but you will not have to look at them as pommes de sang. We will take our sons home and you will not have to worry over your discomfort."
It sounded too easy. "It sounds simple, but before I say yes, what are the possible side effects of your power exploring mine?"
She looked puzzled. "I am not certain I understand the question."
"She means," Micah said, "what bad things could happen if she allows this?"
She actually thought about it for almost a minute. "It should be only a touch of powers, like two leviathans moving in the deep, sliding their sides against each other, then passing away into the dark depths of the sea."
I felt calmer, as if I could feel those dark, peaceful depths.
"Should be," Micah said. "What else could happen?"
"It could call your ardeur to the surface and you would be forced to feed."
I was suddenly tense again, the peaceful dark depths gone like smoke in the wind. "No," I said.
Nathaniel whispered in my ear. "You can feed from me without intercourse, Anita. It's a way of getting rid of them."
Micah looked at me. "Only you can decide if the chance of having to feed the ardeur here and now is worth it, Anita."
I looked at the sons. The twins looked at me, smiling, somewhere between amused and embarrassed. But it was the kind of embarrassment that any teenager would have felt if his mom did something that made him squirm. The older one, behind the love seat, looked more like I felt, uncomfortable as hell.
"You must be Sampson," I said.
He looked startled, then nodded. "I am."
"What do you think about all this? I mean, do you want to be brought into your sirenhood?"