He raised his eyebrows, but nodded. "Vampires are given powers in folklore and popular myth that we do not possess: controlling weather, shapeshifting into animals. Necromancers are supposedly able to control all types of undead."
"Control? You don't mean just zombies, do you?"
"No, ma petite."
"So Liv's afraid I'll take her over?"
"Something like that."
"But that's crazy. I can't order vampires around." The moment I said it, I wished I hadn't. It wasn't true. I had raised a vampire once. Once. Once had been enough.
Something must have shown on my face, because Jean-Claude touched my cheek.
"What is it, ma petite? What fills your eyes with such... horror?"
I opened my mouth and lied. "If I could order vampires around, Serephina wouldn't have cleaned my clock two months ago."
His face softened. "She is dead, ma petite. Well and truly dead. You saw to that." He leaned forward and kissed my forehead. His lips were silken soft. He brushed his lips across my forehead, moving his body in closer, comforting me.
It made me feel guilty as hell. I did still have nightmares about Serephina, that much was true. Just saying her name out loud made my stomach clench. Of all the vampires I'd faced, she'd come the closest to getting me. Not killing me, that would happen sooner or later. No, she had nearly made me one of them. Nearly made me want to be one of them. She had offered me something more precious than sex or power. She'd offered me peace. It had been a lie, but as lies go, it had been a good one.
Why not tell Jean-Claude the truth? Well, it was none of his damn business. Frankly, what I'd done frightened me. I didn't want to deal with it. Didn't want to think about it. Didn't want to know what the philosophical ramifications of raising a vampire during daylight hours might be. I was very good at ignoring things I didn't want to deal with.
"Ma petite, you are trembling." He pushed me back from him to search my face.
I shook my head. "There's an assassin out to kill me, and you ask why I'm trembling."
"I know you too well, ma petite. That is not why you tremble."
"I don't like you using me like some kind of bogeyman for vampires. I'm not that scary."
"No, but I have encouraged the illusion."
I pushed away from him. "You mean, you've been telling other vamps that I could control vampires?"
"A hint or two." He smiled, and in that one simple expression, you just knew he was thinking wicked thoughts.
"Why, for heaven's sake?"
"I have taken a lesson from our diplomatic Richard. He has won over many wolves by simply promising to treat them well, not to force them to do things they do not want to do."
"So?" I said.
"I have invited vampires to join my flock with the promise not of fear and intimidation but of safety."
"Like Liv?" He nodded.
"How do you make sure they don't stage a palace revolt?" I asked.
"There are ways."
"Like threatening them with a necromancer," I said.
He smiled. "Indeed."
"Not everyone will believe it."
"I know I don't," a voice said.