Dead Ice
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I laughed and glanced at the woman beside me, then back to her vampire master. “Really, so why did you both agree to come if you thought it was pointless?”
Jean-Claude stroked my shoulder with the hand across my shoulders. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to soothe me or himself. I hadn’t even done anything that rude yet.
“When the king requests your presence, you don’t disappoint him,” she said.
“Even if you think it’s a waste of time,” I said.
She grinned wide enough to flash one delicate fang and show that she had a dimple in one cheek. Her blond hair was wavy enough that it was like big, loose curls to her shoulders. “Most things that kings want are a waste of time.” She did a low sweeping bow to Jean-Claude, but the dimpled grin never wavered.
“I do not believe that I have known as many kings as you have, Echo, but I cannot disagree with your statement. I swear to you that I believed ma petite was in earnest or I would not have called you in from your tasks.”
“May I sit down?”
“You do not need to ask for permission to sit next to your own tiger, and lover.”
She flopped down on the other side of Fortune hard enough that the couch bounced a little. “You are very even-handed for your age and your sex.”
“I understand that older vampires are often set in their ways, but what does my being male have to do with it?”
“Jean-Claude, do not play games; you know what men have thought of women through most of the centuries you’ve lived. We have been second class at best, evil temptresses, or little better than breeding animals to many very learned and powerful men.”
“Do you hate men, then?”
“I don’t hate sex with them, but relationships with them, yes.” She went up on one knee so she could put an arm across the other woman’s shoulders. Fortune entwined her fingers with hers. Echo said, “I prefer to give my heart to more reliable hands than a man’s.”
Jean-Claude laughed and pulled me in closer to his body. “And I have found that men and women are equally heartbreaking.”
“I would ask Anita, but she’s only been with two women; that hardly counts.”
Fortune said, “Most American women do that much in college when they experiment. Is Jade your experiment?”
“No, not that that’s any of your business.”
Jean-Claude hugged me to him and let me know I’d tensed up.
“Don’t be naïve,” Echo said. “Jade shares you with men, because they’re men, but another woman will bother her more, unless you plan to always include her in the bed with the new woman. Is that it? Are you building an all-girl ménage à trois?”
My opinion of that must have shown on my face.
Echo laughed again. “Oh, you don’t like that at all, so at least one man at all times, is that it?”
“I prefer men to women, if that’s what you mean.”
“There’s preferring men to women and then there’s not wanting to be alone in a bed with just a woman, that’s a different issue.”
“I hadn’t thought about it,” I said.
“Really?” Echo said, and that cynical look was back, and those so-blue eyes seemed to try to study me all the way through, but I gave her blank cop face. She was the one who looked away first. “You really are immune to vampire gaze.”
“You weren’t really trying that hard, but yes, pretty much.”
“You are far away in your head, Anita Blake, and haven’t really looked at anyone in this room seriously. You aren’t shopping for a new lover.”
I sighed. “I’m sorry, you all deserve better than this. I really am working on a case that’s bad. Even by my standards it’s . . . haunting.”
“We’re intrigued,” Echo said.
Fortune nodded. “If half the things they say about you are true, you don’t haunt easily.”
I had an idea. “Can you sense my power, my necromancy?”
They exchanged a look, then nodded.
“We all can, ma petite. I told you long ago that the dead respond to your power.”
“But I mean if you’re around someone with my powers, would you know it, even if they weren’t raising the dead?”
“Sometimes,” Fortune said.
“It depends on how powerful they are, but you . . . you shine like dark flame and we are moths drawn to that burning darkness.”
“Even when I’m not doing anything with my necromancy, I mean like now, right now, can you sense me?”
Fortune frowned, and Echo studied my face again. “You’re hunting another necromancer of some power, aren’t you?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Ma petite is very careful not to share ongoing police investigations with us.”
“If you were hunting another like yourself, then some of us might be able to give you a hint where to look, if that’s what you’re asking,” Echo said.
I nodded. “Have you touched any other power like mine?”
“You outshine the stars, Anita, so if there is another in this area you make them invisible to us, but outside your locus of control then yes, there are others.”
“Where?”
“In Los Angeles,” Fortune said, “but you know them all. They raise the dead for a very public living.”
“I’m looking for someone who isn’t well known.”
“Ma petite, I could contact the masters across the country and ask them. They would know if there was anyone to rival you in their lands.”
“Oh, no one to rival Anita,” Echo said. “We’d all know if there was another dark mistress on the rise, or is this a dark master?”
I debated on whether to share that I thought he was male, but what if he wasn’t? What if it was another woman who had just given the zombie’s control over to the man in the films, the same way I’d given over the zombie tonight? “I’m not sure and I don’t want to guess; I don’t want to miss this person because I narrowed the choices.”
Jean-Claude wrapped his arm tighter around me, drawing me very close. “If you desire this information, ma petite, I can simply tell the Masters of the City across our lands that we are interested in any new animators.”
“They will think that Anita is hunting them as the Mother of All Darkness did,” Echo said.
“She killed anyone who had her powers,” I said.
“Yes,” Echo said, “but she missed you until it was too late.”
“She was right to fear other necromancers,” Fortune said.
It was hard to argue that, so I didn’t try. “I’m looking for someone powerful, really powerful, so powerful that if they’d been around long I think I’d have heard about them.”
“So they’re young in years,” Echo said.
I nodded. “I think so.”
She wrapped both arms around Fortune’s shoulders, though she had to go up on her knees to do it. My stepmother, Judith, would have told her to get her boots off the couch, but I didn’t care, not if this idea worked. I wouldn’t even have to tell the FBI that I’d overshared unless the vampires found something; until the idea worked, what the Feds didn’t know wouldn’t hurt anyone.