a trifle offended.
"Sorry, I think it's just wishful thinking on Marcus's part that his rivals are the bad guys. Not your fault he's playing games."
"Marcus often tries to manage things. You saw that last night."
"His management skills haven't impressed me so far."
"He believes that if there were one ruler for all shapeshifters, we would be a force to rival the vampires."
He might be right on that. "He wants to be that ruler," I said.
"Of course."
The intercom buzzed. "Excuse me a minute." I hit the button. "What is it, Mary?"
"Richard Zeeman on line two. He says he's returning your message."
I hesitated, then said, "I'll take it." I picked up the phone, very aware that Kaspar was sitting there listening. I could have asked him to step outside, but I was getting tired of playing musical clients.
"Hi, Richard."
"I got your message on my answering machine," he said. His voice was very careful, as if he were balancing a glass of water filled to the very brim.
"I think we need to talk," I said.
"I agree."
My, weren't we being cautious this afternoon. "I'm supposed to be the one that's mad. Why does your voice sound so funny?"
"I heard about last night."
I waited for him to say more, but the silence just stretched to infinity. I filled it. "Look, I have a client with me right now. You want to meet and talk?"
"Very much." He said it as though he weren't really looking forward to it.
"I have a dinner break around six. You want to meet at the Chinese place on Olive?"
"Doesn't sound very private."
"What did you have in mind?"
"My place."
"I only get an hour, Richard, I don't have time to drive that far."
"Your place, then."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Just no."
"What we need to say to each other isn't going to go over well in public. You know that."
I did. Dammit. "All right, we'll meet at my place a little after six. Do you want me to pick up something?"
"You're at work. It'll be easier for me to pick up something. You want mooshu pork and crab ragoon?"
"Yeah." We'd dated enough that he could order food for me without asking. But he asked anyway. Brownie point for him.
"I'll see you at about six-fifteen then," he said.
"See you."
"Bye, Anita."
"Bye." We hung up. My stomach was one hard knot of dread. If we were going to have "the" fight, the breakup fight, I didn't want to have it at my apartment, but Richard was right. We didn't want to be screaming about lycanthropes and killing people in a public restaurant. Still, it was not going to be a good time.
"Is Richard angry about last night?" Kaspar asked.
"Yeah."
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"I need the complete stories about the disappearances: struggles, who last saw them, that sort of thing."
"Marcus said all questions directly about the disappearances should be answered only by him."
"You always do what he says?"
"Not always, but he's quite adamant about this, Anita. I am not a predator. I cannot defend myself against Marcus at his worst."
"Would he really kill you for going against his wishes?"
"Perhaps not kill me, but I would be hurting for a very, very long time."
I shook my head. "He doesn't sound any better than most master vampires I know."
"I don't personally know any master vampires. I am forced to take your word for that."
I had to smile. I knew more monsters than the monsters did. "Would Richard know?"
"Perhaps, and if not, he could help you find out."
I wanted to ask him if Richard was as bad as Marcus. I wanted to know if my sweetie was really a beast at heart. I didn't ask. If I wanted to know about Richard, I should ask Richard.
"Unless you have more information, Kaspar, I have work to do." It sounded grumpy even to me. I smiled to try to soften it but didn't take it back. I wanted this whole mess to go away, and he was a reminder of it.
He stood. "If you need any assistance, please call."
"You'll only be able to give me the assistance Marcus okays, right?"
A slight flush colored his pale skin, a pink glow like colored sugar. "I am afraid so."
"I don't think I'll be calling," I said.
"You don't trust Marcus?"
I laughed, but it was harsh, not amused. "Do you?"
He smiled, and gave a slight nod of his head. "I suppose not." He moved for the door.
I had my hand on the doorknob when I turned and asked, "Is it really a family curse?"
"My affliction?"
"Yeah."
"Not a family one, but a