Dead Ice
Page 119

 Laurell K. Hamilton

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“Jean-Claude talked you out of it.”
“He did, now ask me how, or rather what he said to me that made me willing to spare the two idiots.”
“I think I can ballpark it. He offered you a closer connection to the throne.”
“Yes.” He looked surprised. “I didn’t expect you to be this calm about it.”
I frowned a little. “Okay, I thought you sleeping in here was part of it, I mean literally closer to me, to him, but now I think you should just tell me. I feel like I’m missing something.”
“You have no hyena to call, yet. There is no more fitting match for a queen than a king.”
I frowned harder. “Last I talked to you, you told me to stay away from your hyenas because I’m a girl and hyenas are instinctively matriarchal. You were worried I’d take over your clan.”
“I’ve had to let women in just to keep all the new straights happy.” He rolled his eyes.
“So you’ve got women in the clan now, but you’re still king.”
“I’m not just king, I’m truly queen, and apparently I’m girl enough for everyone’s inner beast.”
Narcissus looked like a man, but apparently he had girl parts, too. In fact, both functioned well enough that he’d gotten pregnant from Chimera raping him. He’d lost the baby and I couldn’t say I was sorry for that; Chimera did not need to breed more monsters like him, and Narcissus hadn’t seemed the most stable cookie in the box, but I knew that Narcissus had wanted the baby.
“So, since you’re woman enough, you’ve decided I’m not such a threat?”
“That, and Seamus’s mistress Jane.”
“You described her as a siren to Seamus just now.”
“She seeks to possess my clan and add to her power base, Anita. She claims that she wishes to give Jean-Claude a hyena vampire that is truly loyal to him and the power structure, unlike Asher, who uses us like a threat. Do what I want, or I’ll take the werehyenas to another territory and leave you with too few guards to protect your territory.”
I watched his face as I asked the next thing. “I heard you were encouraging Asher to use your clan to overthrow Jean-Claude and take over.”
He gave a little shrug. “I thought about it, but Asher is too weak to take Jean-Claude’s place, even with me at his side.”
“You can’t fix stupid,” I said.
He looked startled, like he didn’t understand what I meant.
“I mean Asher. You can’t fix how stupid he is about politics and power. He lets his heart overrule everything else, like this bonehead move with Kane.”
“It’s not his heart that overrules his head, Anita, it’s his dick.”

“You don’t think he loves Kane?”
“I don’t know if he truly loves anyone, except Jean-Claude, and since he can’t have him he tries to find other people to fill that hole in his heart.”
“He and Jean-Claude are lovers,” I said.
“But Jean-Claude still loves you more than he loves Asher, and that’s one thing our golden-haired vampire can’t abide, to be second.”
“He’s not that ambitious,” I said.
“Oh, he doesn’t have to be first place in anything that matters, but he’s like some women I’ve known who had to be the prettiest girl in any room, or men who have to be the best man at any party, or meeting. It’s the same deal, except Asher wants to be first in everyone’s libido and heart, but his heart belongs to only one man.”
I squeezed his hand. “I’m sorry he’s such a turkey.”
“But such a beautiful turkey,” Narcissus said.
I sighed. “He is, unfortunately. We wouldn’t put up with half this shit if he wasn’t so pretty.”
“And so good in bed,” he said.
“And in the dungeon,” I said.
We sighed together.
“Can’t live with him, can’t live without him,” I said.
“And can’t kill him,” Narcissus said.
We sighed again.
“I was so mad this morning that I was going to come in here and demand shit from you, but you’ve been too nice and I know Asher has hurt you, too.” He held my hand in both of his, looked me in the face, so sincerely, and said, “Would you consider me for your hyena to call, Anita?”
He made it sound like a proposal, so I treated it as seriously. “Well, one little problem: You don’t like girls, and I am one.”
“If you weren’t part of Belle Morte’s line of vampires and all sexy-pants, that wouldn’t be an issue, you know. Most vampires choose their animal to call for power, not sexual compatibility.”
“I know, but no matter how hard I try, things just go all lust, love, and domestic bliss, so you not liking girls is a problem for both of us.”
“If it’s a deal breaker I’d be willing to try.”
I must have looked shocked, because he laughed and patted my hand. “Oh, the look on your face.” He lay back and just laughed.
I lay there and let him, because I wasn’t sure what to say.
He finally slowed down enough to say, “If you were a man, we could have such fun.”
“But I’m not a man,” I said.
He looked at me, face still shining with the laughing fit. “I hear your pussy is almost as tight as an asshole; it might work.”
I gave him a very unfriendly look and sat up, the sheet held in front of my breasts, though since he didn’t care about breasts, I guess it was really for my benefit. “Jean-Claude did not say that.”
“No, he didn’t.” He was serious again.
“If Asher . . .”
“As amusing as it would be to let you be that angry at his vampire ass, no, it wasn’t him either.”
I frowned. “There aren’t that many people who would know and would comment; in fact, none of them would talk to you like that about me.”
“One of them did, I swear. I talked to him after Jean-Claude offered the idea of being your hyena to call, so I wouldn’t kill Asher, or start a war over the insult.”
“Did you actually threaten to go to war with the rest of the wereanimals and vampires in St. Louis over this?”
He actually looked embarrassed, which wasn’t something I ever thought to see from him. “I might have said that.”
“So you called someone who likes boys, but has been with me, so you could ask what? Pointers? Opinions?”
“Something like that, yes.”
I frowned. Who the hell had it been? “This is going to bug me until you tell me who it was.”
“I’ll tell you under one condition.”
I frowned at him. “What?”
“That you don’t hurt him for it. I wanted someone who’s primarily into men to give as honest an opinion of you as possible, because you’re right, I’m not a fan of women. I honestly think girl parts are just unappealing.”
“I like boy stuff better, too, so I can’t really fault you, but I also don’t know how to be with a man who finds my genitalia unappealing.”
“Fair,” he said.
“So who talked?” I asked.
“Byron.”