Dead Ice
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Narcissus propped himself up on his elbow and looked at me. “Really, Jean-Claude is your first serious guy?”
“Him and Richard, yeah. Before them it was like six months and then broken up.”
He looked at me, face serious, showing me the mind that had built his group into one to be reckoned with; he was a lot smarter and wiser than he let on most of the time. “You did jump into the deep end of the dating pool, cupcake.”
“Whatever, we’re here now, and you and I don’t like each other that much. We might be work friends, and that would be it.”
“Yes, but I’m willing to let the ardeur take away all my doubts for a chance to be tied to the throne, because that’s what Jean-Claude offered if I spared Kane’s life and didn’t risk killing Asher when his hyena to call died.”
I shook my head. “You aren’t going to kill Kane,” I said.
“Why not?” He lay back on the bed, smiling like a cat who’d gotten into the cream.
“If Jean-Claude were just the local Master of the City, and I were just his human servant, then yeah, we’d have to do something to placate you, but Jean-Claude is king of all the vampires in this country. He’s the first king of America, and I’m not just his human servant, I’m a necromancer and I’m the Executioner. That nickname was earned from the vampires long before I got a badge and became a marshal.”
“What has any of that to do with me and my small army of hyenas?”
“You don’t get to come in here and blackmail our asses into an alliance that gains you a hell of a lot more than it gains us. If we put the word out that I’m looking to tie us to a really powerful hyena, there are cities in this country where the hyenas are the major animal power. They’re bigger and have a hell of a lot more foot soldiers than you do.”
“But they’re not here, I am.”
“Jean-Claude is king of all of it, from sea to shining sea, which means he could just negotiate them coming here and slaughtering you all, or we could just give you the choice of getting the fuck out of our immediate area, because you are a disruptive influence on the peace and power base we have built.”
“And what of your precious Asher?” he asked, and there was no teasing now.
“His death won’t hurt our power base; in fact, he’s a deficit, not an asset, politically.”
“So I can kill him, just like that.”
“No,” Jean-Claude said finally, “no, you cannot.”
I looked at him. “Jean-Claude, we are not going to tie ourselves to Narcissus just because Asher is being a shit again.”
“We will not watch him be killed.”
“No, but we don’t have to bargain like we are still just squabbling over the local territory. Narcissus is powerful here, but outside of here he’s nothing. Rafael, even the swan king, they have ties across the country, people across the country to feed on—they are truly fellow kings. Narcissus is not.”
“I will kill Kane,” he said, still lying there, but now it wasn’t sexy, or flirty. He was very serious, eyes watching me carefully.
“And that may kill Asher,” I said.
“I will not . . .” Jean-Claude started to say.
I touched his lips with my fingers. “You cannot sell us down the river for Asher’s mistake. I love the little shit, too, but that he made Kane his hyena to call without consulting you first says that he has no respect for you as his ruler. He counted on your love and mine, and even Narcissus’s love, to keep him and Kane safe.”
He took my hand in his, and let me see the pain in his eyes. “I know you are right, ma petite, but I cannot stand by and watch him die, not if I can save him.”
I took his hand in both of mine. “Jean-Claude, you did your best for him when the Church took him.”
“Not enough, my best was not enough.” His eyes held the loss of Julianna, their shared love, who had been burned at the stake as a witch, while the Church fathers tried to burn the devil out of Asher with holy water and had scarred one of the most beautiful men that may have ever lived. He was still beautiful, but sometimes he couldn’t see that.
“You bargained your freedom to Belle Morte for a hundred years so she would save Asher’s life. A hundred years of pain and torment, and being her bitch, it’s enough.”
“She tormented Asher, as well.”
“Yes, because she tortures everyone around her in one way or another, it’s one of her things, but you cannot let the guilt of something that happened hundreds of years ago ruin the empire you are building now.”
“Are you telling me to choose power over love? Power and politics over Asher?”
“No, not if it was that clear-cut, but Asher counted on you doing exactly that. He counted on us all valuing him above anything else, and that’s not cool.”
“There is a reason that master vampires are either killed or forced to leave and find another territory by most Masters of the City,” Jean-Claude said.
“Yeah, because they’re an arrogant pain in the ass if you don’t.”
He almost smiled. “Asher has been that for a very long time.”
I looked down at Narcissus, still holding Jean-Claude’s hands. “You’re angry, you’re hurt, and you have every right to be, but you also saw this in all its political ramifications as a way to solidify your place as top animal group here in St. Louis.”
He gave a little shrug. “If we can get a little revenge and solidify my power base, why not?”
I turned back to Jean-Claude. “Even brokenhearted he’s thinking better politically than you are.”
“I know about your little plan to get enough soldiers in the other animal groups so that I won’t be a power here anymore.”
Jean-Claude looked at me.
“He stated it up front before you came into the room.”
“I’m a king, did you not think I’d know?”
“You’re Oba, not king; there is no king as a title among the hyenas, because they prefer queens.”
He growled at me.
“You can be a power here, Narcissus,” Jean-Claude said, “but you cannot keep using your greater numbers to threaten us. Anita is right, I was thinking like a Master of the City, and I am more than that now.”
I said, “Threatening to take all your hyenas and go to another city would have gutted our guards once, but I think you’ve waited too long, Narcissus. I think we have the numbers to be just fine without your hyenas.”
“I’d noticed how few of my men were on your guard duty lately, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t enough of us to start a war here with all of you. That wouldn’t play well in the news, would it? The vampire king of America losing control of his city would undermine a lot of things.”
“No, Narcissus,” Jean-Claude said, “for if you declare war on the rest of the city I will simply turn you in to the human authorities. I will make it clear that you are the rogue, and that most of your people are innocent. The human authorities will kill you before they allow you to engulf our city in a shapeshifter war.”
“You have no proof that I’ve said any such thing.”
“Have you forgotten what my day job is?” I asked.