"Jean-Claude could subdue her, or even kill her, but she's chosen a place where there's an audience. Committing murder in front of civilians is a no-no," I said.
"But once behind the scenes, will he kill her?" Haven asked.
I sighed. "Probably not."
"Weakness," Pierce said.
Auggie patted them both on the back, and again there was that tightening around their eyes. "Now, now, boys, some masters would have killed Bunny for her disrespect. Everyone runs his territory a little differently." He was still cheerful, and charming, but there was an edge to it.
"What are you thinking, Auggie?" I asked. I didn't really expect an answer, but I got one.
"That Jean-Claude is too sentimental for his own good sometimes."
I smiled, and knew it left my eyes cold. "You know, sentimental is not a word I would have used for him."
"Then he has changed."
"Don't we all," I said.
Auggie nodded, the smile melting around the edges. "Taste them, Anita. taste your new toys."
I shook my head, and said, "Can you stop touching them while I do it? I'd hate to confuse your tie to them with their power."
He gave a small bow and stepped back. He even went to sit on the couch, where Octavius joined him. I stepped away from my own people. I fought not to look at one particular guard of ours. Our local lions were ruled by Joseph, and he was in the corner dressed as a bodyguard. He was ready to help if needed, but he and I both knew that he was mostly here to check out the new werelions. I was betting he liked them even less than I did.
I looked up at the two men in question. "Do you guys want this trade?"
That surprised them both, though Haven hid it sooner. He smiled. "I'm cool with it, if it works out." His eyes were cooler when he said it, as if the smile were beginning to melt down his face. If I asked the right question I might even see the real Haven behind the smiling, hip exterior. Pierce glanced behind them at Auggie. I said what I'd said to the twins. "Don't look at your master, look at me, and give me an honest answer. Do you want to be traded to St. Louis?"
He started to look at the couch again. I touched his arm. A jolt of power ran through me, made me drop his arm. It stopped him midmotion, turned him back to me with his pulse pushing at the side of his throat. "What was that?"
I fought the urge to rub my hand along the side of my skirt. "I'm not sure. Power, some kind of power."
"You're not sure?" He sounded as suspicious as he looked.
"I honestly don't know why there was a power jump when we touched. I didn't like it either."
"I want to go home," he said. "I don't like being traded away, and I really don't like being offered up for sex like some kind of whore." He let the anger fill his voice, and the anger raised his power like heat across my skin.
Octavius said, "Be careful, cat."
"No," I said, "I want honesty. I've seen what happens if someone is forced to be in a group that they don't want to be in. The local lion pride works well; I don't want to queer their deal."
"So you won't taste Pierce now, will you?" Auggie asked from the couch.
I shook my head. "Take him back home, Auggie. I'm surprised you brought him, him not wanting to come."
"Bunny said Pierce was one of the best lovers she'd ever had. I thought you'd enjoy that."
I couldn't control my face fast enough.
"What's wrong with that?" Auggie asked.
"The idea of Bunny, just--" I made a push-away gesture. "I'm fighting off a visual."
"She could be crude, but she was very good at her job."
I looked at Auggie. "And her job would be?"