Burnt Offerings

by Laurell K. Hamilton

Chapter 35~36

  35

  I changed into a navy polo shirt and didn't run into Richard. The water had stopped running, but he hadn't come out. I did not want to see him again, especially not half naked. I wanted away from him. Lucky for me the shit had hit the fan, professionally speaking. Police work, lots of it, maybe enough to keep me out of the house all day. Fine with me. The ambulance arrived, and Zane was loaded in. Cherry went with him. I felt guilty not going with him, but she could do more good than I could. The police had still not shown up for the corpse. I hated leaving the others to talk to the cops without me, but I had to go. The fact that I was relieved to go caused me a few moments of guilt, but not much.

  Ronnie had gone back to sitting on the couch. She asked just before I walked out the door, "Am I going to jail tonight?"

  I knelt in front of her, taking her strangely cold hands in mine. "Ronnie, you didn't kill him. "

  "I shot the top of his head off. What kind of ammo do you have in that gun of yours anyway?"

  "I shot him twice in the chest. There isn't enough left of his heart to scrape up with a spoon," I said.

  She closed her eyes. "His brains are leaking out all over the porch. Don't tell me that wouldn't have killed him all by itself. "

  I sighed and patted her hands. "Please, Ronnie, you did what you had to do. Maybe it will take a medical examiner to decide which bullet did him in, but when the cops get here, make sure you don't take credit. "

  "I've been here before, Anita, remember. I know what to say and what not to say. " She looked at me and it wasn't an entirely friendly look.

  I released her hands and stood. "I'm sorry, Ronnie. "

  "I've only shot two people and both times I was with you. "

  "Both times you did it to save my life," I said.

  She looked up at me with bleak eyes. "I know. "

  I touched her face and wanted to pat her on the head or something, comfort her the way you'd comfort a child, but she wasn't a child. "I am sorry this happened, Ronnie. Truly, but what else could you have done?"

  "Nothing," she said, "and that makes me wonder if I'm in the right business. "

  Something inside of me tightened. "Don't you mean, wondering if you have the right friends? This didn't happen because of your business. It happened because of mine. "

  She gripped my hand tight. "Best friends, Anita, forever. "

  "Thanks, Ronnie, more than you'll ever know. I don't think I'd ever get over losing you as a friend, but don't decide to stay with me because of loyalty. Think about it, Ronnie, really think about it. My life doesn't seem to be getting any safer. If anything, it's getting more dangerous. You might want to think about whether you want to be in the line of fire. " Just making the offer made my eyes burn. I squeezed her hand and turned away before she could see that the scourge of vampirekind was tearing up.

  She didn't call me back and profess undying friendship. I'd half wanted her to, but the other half was glad she was really thinking about it. If Ronnie got herself killed because of me, I just might pull the guilt down over my ears and crawl into a hole. I caught Richard watching me from the doorway below the stairs. Maybe he and I could share a hole together. That'd be punishment enough.

  "What's happened now?" he asked. He'd dried his hair into a shining mass of waves that slid over the top of his shoulders as he moved into the room. He'd put his jeans back on and found a shirt that fit him. It was a large T-shirt with a caricature of Arthur Conan Doyle on it. I used it for sleeping. It was a little snug on Richard through the shoulders and chest. Not small, mind you, just tight. On me the shirt hung nearly to my knees.

  "See you found the blow dryer and the T-shirt drawer. Help yourself," I said.

  "Answer my question," he said.

  "Ask Jamil. He's got all the details. "

  "I asked you," Richard said.

  "I don't have time to stand here and tell it twice. I've got to go to work. "

  "Police or vampire?"

  "You used to ask that because you worried more if I was out on a vampire execution. You were always relieved if it was just police work. Why the hell do you want to know now, Richard? What do you care?" I walked out without waiting for an answer.

  I had to step over the dead man on my porch. I hoped the cops got there soon. It was a typical July day in St. Louis--hot and claustophobically humid. The body would start to smell if it didn't get carried away soon. Just another of the many joys of summer.

  My Jeep was in the garage, where it should have been. I'd let Jean-Claude use it to ferry everyone here. Though he hadn't driven. I'd never met an older vamp that drove. The older ones tended to be a bit technophobic. I was actually backing out of the garage when I saw Richard in the rearview mirror. He looked angry. I thought very seriously about just continuing out. He'd move. But just in case he'd be stupid enough not to, I waited for him to come up to the driver's-side window.

  I pressed the button and the window whirred down like it was supposed to. "What?" I asked. I let that one word be as hostile as his eyes.

  "Three of my pack in danger. Three of my people may be under arrest, and you didn't tell me. "

  "I'm taking care of it, Richard. "

  "It's my job to take care of my wolves. "

  "You want to go down there in person and announce that you're their Ulfric? You can't even go down there and be their friend because that might jeopardize your precious secret. "

  He gripped the edge of the window hard enough for his fingers to grow pale. "Most pack leaders have secret identities, Anita. You know that. "

  "Raina was your public alpha, Richard. She would have gone down to the hospital for them. But she's dead. You can't go. Who's left?"

  Something popped in the door.

  "I will be pissed if you break my car," I said.

  He moved his hands slowly as if he needed something to hold just to keep his hands busy. "Don't get too comfortable as lupa, Anita. I am going to replace you. "

  We stared at each other from less than a foot away. Once he'd have come out to the car for one last goodbye kiss. Now it was one last fight.

  "Fine, but until you find someone else, I'm all you've got. Now I've got to go and see if I can keep our wolves out of jail. "

  "They wouldn't be in police custody if you hadn't put them in harm's way. "

  He had me there. "If I hadn't put guards on Stephen and Nathaniel, they'd be dead right now. " I shook my head and started easing the Jeep back. Richard stepped out of the way so I could do it without risking his toes.

  He stood there and watched me drive away. If he'd asked, I would have found him a shirt, but it wouldn't have been that one. One, it was a favorite; two, it reminded me of a particular weekend. There'd been a Sherlock Holmes movie marathon, starring Basil Rathbone. Not my favorite, mainly because they make Dr. Watson out to be a buffoon, but still good. I wore the shirt that weekend even though it was too big to wear outside the house. The fashion police didn't get me, but Richard loved the shirt. Had he just grabbed a shirt and not even remembered? Or had he worn it to remind me of what I'd given up? I think I preferred it as a vindictive gesture. If he could wear the shirt and not remember that weekend, I didn't want to know. We'd managed to spill popcorn all over me and the couch. Richard wouldn't let me get up and dust myself off. He'd insisted on cleaning me up himself. Cleaning up seemed to involve no hands at all and a lot of mouth. If the memory meant nothing to him, then maybe we'd never been in love. Maybe it had all been lust and I just confused the two. God, I hoped not.

  36

  Another crime scene, another show. At least, the body had been removed. That was an improvement from my house. I'd left three werewolves behind to guard Stephen and Nathaniel. Two of those werewolves were in the hallway. Lorraine was still dressed like the ideal second-grade school teacher except for the handcuffs, which didn't seem to match the outfit. She was sitting in one of those straight-backed chairs that all hosp
itals seem to have. This one was in a horrid orange color which matched none of the soft pastel walls. She was sobbing with her hands covering her face. Her wrists looked small in the handcuffs. Teddy knelt beside her like a small weightlifting mountain, patting her thin back.

  There was a uniformed cop on either side of them, at attention. One of the uniforms had his hand sort of casually resting on the butt of his gun. The strap that held the gun in the holster was already unsnapped. It pissed me off.

  I walked up to the cop in question, way too close, invading the hell out of his personal space. "Better snap up the weapon there, Officer, before someone takes it away from you. "

  He blinked pale eyes at me. "Ma'am?"

  "Use your holster the way it's meant to be used or get away from these people. "

  "What's the problem here. Murdock?" A tall, lanky man with a headful of dark curls walked towards us. His suit hung so loose on his thin body that it looked borrowed. His face was taken up by a huge pair of blue eyes. Except for the height, he looked like a twelve-year-old who had borrowed his daddy's clothes.

  "I don't know, sir," Murdock said, eyes front. I was betting that he'd been in the military or wanted to be. He just had that taste to him of a wannabe.

  The tall man turned to me. "What seems to be the problem, Detective. . . ?" He left a long blank space for me to put a name in.

  "Blake, Anita Blake. I'm with the Regional Preternatural Investigation Team. "

  He held out a large-knuckled hand to me. He pumped my hand a little too vigorously but he didn't squeeze hard. He wasn't trying to test me, just glad to see me. His touch made my skin tingle. He was psychic. A first among the police I'd met, except for a witch they'd hired on purpose.

  "You must be Detective Padgett," I said.

  He nodded and dropped my hand, smiling wonderfully. Smiling made him look even younger. If he hadn't been nearly Dolph's height, he'd have had real trouble with being authoritative. But a lot of people mistake height for in charge. I've struggled against the opposite reaction most of my life.

  He put a hand across my shoulders and led me away from the werewolves. I didn't much care for the hand on my shoulders. If I'd been a guy, he wouldn't have done it. I let him herd me to one side, then stepped out of the circle of his arm. Didn't make a point of it, just did it. Who says I haven't mellowed?

  "Fill me in," I said.

  He did. It was pretty much what Dolph had told me. The only addition was that it had been Lorraine who slammed the man into the wall, which explained her tears. She probably thought she'd be going to jail. I couldn't promise she wouldn't be. If she'd been a human female that had just saved a policeman's life by inadvertently killing a bad guy, she wouldn't go to jail, not today. But she wasn't human, and the law isn't even-handed, or blind, no matter what we'd like to believe.

  "Let me test my understanding here," I said. "The officer on the door was down. The shooter had the gun pointed at the officer's head and was about to deliver the coup de grace when the woman dived into him. Her momentum carried them both back into the far wall, where he hit his head. That about right?"

  Padgett glanced at his notes. "Yeah, that's about right. "

  "Why is she in handcuffs?"

  His eyes widened, and he gave me his best little boy smile. Detective Padgett was a charmer. Didn't matter that he looked like a scarecrow, he was accustomed to getting by on charm. At least with women. I was betting his act had worked even less well on Lorraine.

  "She's a lycanthrope," he said smiling, as if that explained it all.

  "She tell you that?" I asked.

  He looked startled. "No. "

  "You assumed she was a shapeshifter because why?"

  The smile wilted, replaced by a frown that made him look petulant rather than angry. "She threw a man into a wall hard enough to crack his skull. "

  "Little old ladies lift cars off their grandchildren. Does that make them lycanthropes?"

  "No, but. . . " His face closed down, defensive.

  "I'm told you don't like shapeshifters much, Padgett. "

  "How I feel personally doesn't interfere with my job. "

  I laughed, and it startled him. "Padgett, how we feel personally always affects our job. I came here pissed because I'd had a fight with an ex-boyfriend, so I got in Murdock's face about his holster. Why don't you like lycanthropes, Padgett?"

  "They give me the creeps, okay. "

  I had an idea. "Literally?" I asked.

  "What do you mean, literally?"

  "Does being around shapeshifters actually make your skin creep?"

  He glanced up towards where the other cops were clustered. He bent forward and lowered his voice, and I knew I was right. "It's like bugs crawling on my skin every time I'm around them. " He didn't look twelve now. The fear and the loathing in his face showed lines that put him closer to thirty than twenty.

  "You're feeling their energy, their aura. "

  He jerked back from me. "The hell I am. "

  "Look, Padgett, I knew you were psychic the second I shook your hand. "

  "You're full of shit," he said. He was scared, scared of himself.

  "Dolph's put the word out for any cops that have talent in this area. Why didn't you apply?"

  "I am not a freak," he said.

  "Ah, the truth comes out. You're not afraid of lycanthropes. You're afraid of you. "

  He raised a large fist, not to hit me, but just somewhere for his anger to go, "You don't know anything about me. "

  "They make my skin crawl, too, Padgett. "

  That calmed him, a little. "How can you stand to be near them?"

  I shrugged. "You get used to it. "

  He shook his head, almost shivering. "I'd never get used to this. "

  "They aren't doing it on purpose, Detective. Some shapeshifters are better at hiding what they are than others, but all of them give off more energy during strong emotions. The more you questioned them, the more distressed they got, the more energy they gave off, and the creepier you felt. "

  "I had the woman in a room alone and I thought my skin was going to crawl off my body. "

  "Wait, alone? Did you Mirandize her?"

  He nodded.

  "Did she tell you anything?"

  He shook his head. "Not a damn word. "

  "What about the others?"

  "The men didn't do anything. "

  "Are they free to go?"

  "The big one won't leave her and the other one is in the room with the two injured ones. Says he can't leave them unguarded. I told him that we could take care of it. He said, apparently not. "

  I agreed with Kevin. "You've got witnesses that say she didn't mean to hurt the man. He isn't even dead yet. Why is she still here in handcuffs?"

  "She has already killed one man today. I think that's enough," he said.

  "Two things, Detective. First, she could snap those cuffs any time she wanted to. Second, if she were human, you'd have let her go home by now. "

  "That's not true," he said.

  I looked at him. He tried to stare me down, but he flinched first. He said, looking at a spot above my head, "The man is dying. If I let her go, she could skip out. "

  "Skip out on what? She saw a cop about to get his head blown off and jumped an armed man to save him. She didn't cut him up. She pushed him into a wall. Trust me, Detective, if she'd meant to kill him, it would have been a more thorough job. She risked her life to save one of your own. "

  "She didn't risk anything. Bullets don't hurt lycanthropes. "

  "Silver bullets do. They work just like real ammo on a human. Every hit that they've investigated today had silver ammo, Padgett. Lorraine could have been killed, but she didn't hesitate. If she had, we'd have a dead cop on our hands. How many citizens would risk their lives to save a cop?"

  He finally looked at me, eyes so angry they'd darkened two shades of blue. "You've made your point. "
/>   "Have I?"

  He nodded. "Yes. " He walked back down towards the waiting uniforms and the sobbing werewolf. "Uncuff her. "

  Murdock said, "Sir?"

  "Do it, Murdock," Padgett said.

  He didn't question it again, just knelt in front of Lorraine and unlocked the cuffs. His partner on the other side unsnapped his holster and took two big steps back. I let it go. We were winning, no need to fight.

  As soon as her hands were free, Lorraine threw herself at me. I knew she didn't mean any harm, but I could hear the leather clearing down the hallway. I raised my voice and said, "It's okay, guys. She's okay. Ease down. "

  Lorraine was on her knees, arms locked around my legs, sobbing full out, loud and messy. I held a hand pointed palm out to either end of the hallway. Teddy stood and half the guns swiveled to cover him. We were on the verge of having things go really wrong.

  "Padgett, get hold of your men. " I spared a glanced back at him and found his gun out, pointed at Teddy. Shit.

  "Padgett, put up your gun and they'll follow your lead. "

  "Have him sit down," Padgett said, voice even and very serious.

  "Teddy," I said softly, "sit back down, very slowly, no sudden moves. "

  "I haven't done anything," he said.

  "Doesn't matter, just do it, please. "

  He sat back down under the watchful eyes of half a dozen guns. He put his big hands on his knees, palms down showing he was unarmed. Like he'd had practice trying to look harmless.

  "Now put your gun up, Detective," I said.

  Padgett looked at me for a second. I thought he wasn't going to do it. I looked into those big blue eyes and saw something dangerous. A fear so deep and wide that he needed to destroy the thing he feared. He put the gun up, but that one moment of nakedness in his eyes had been enough. I'd talk to Dolph and see if Padgett had any shapeshifter kills to his credit. I'd almost have bet that he did. Cleared of charges didn't always mean innocent.

  I patted the top of Lorraine's head. "It's all right. Everything's all right. " I had to get them out of here. The good guys were almost as big a threat as the bad ones.

  She looked up at me, eyes puffy, nose running. Real crying is like real sex. If you really do it, it isn't pretty. "I didn't mean to hurt him," she whispered.

  "I know. " I glanced at the police up and down the hallway. Some of them avoided my eyes. I shook my head and helped her stand. "I'm taking them into Stephen and Nathaniel's room with me, Detective Padgett. Any objections?"

  He just shook his head.

  "Great. Come on, Teddy. "

  "I can stand up?" he asked.

  I looked at Padgett. "You think you and your people can hold the Rambo routine?"

  "If he behaves himself, sure. " Padgett wasn't trying to be charming anymore. I think he was embarrassed about the show. I knew he was still angry, maybe at me, maybe at himself. I didn't care as long as he didn't start shooting.

  "You got a uniform inside the room?" I asked.

  He gave one curt nod.

  "Is he as trigger-happy as the rest of you, or can I open the door without being shot at?"

  Padgett strode to the door and knocked on it. "Smith, it's Padgett. Detective coming in. " He opened the door with a flourish and ushered Lorraine and me in.

  I looked at the young uniform seated just inside the door. Kevin was slumped down in a chair across from him, an unlit cigarette in the corner of his mouth. The werewolf looked at me, and one look was enough--not a happy camper. It wasn't just nicotine withdrawal either.

  I half-pushed Lorraine into the room, then walked back to Teddy. I held my left hand out to him, and he took it. I helped him stand, though he didn't need the help. "Thank you," he said, and he didn't mean for helping him stand up.

  "No problem," I said. I escorted him back to the room. Once they were both safely inside, I turned to Padgett.

  "We need to talk. I'd prefer private if I could be guaranteed no one will get shot while I'm gone. "

  "You okay in here, Smith?" he asked.

  The young cop said, "I'm fine. I like animals. "

  The look on Teddy's face was scary even to me. That otherworldly energy was rising like a warm, stinging tide. "If the nice policeman behaves himself, then so do the rest of you," I said.

  Teddy stared right at me. "I know how to follow orders. "

  "Great, shall we find some place private, Detective Padgett?"

  His breath was coming fast, almost a pant. He was feeling the rising energy, too. "We can talk right here. I'm not leaving one of my men alone with these things. "

  "I'm okay, boss," the young cop said.

  "You're not afraid?" Padgett asked. It was a question that cops seldom ask each other. They ask, are you all right. They admit to being nervous. Never scared.

  Officer Smith's eyes widened a little, but he shook his head. "I know Crossman. He's a good guy. She saved his life. " Smith sat up a little straighter in his chair, said softly, "These aren't the bad guys. "

  A tic started in Padgett's cheek. He opened his mouth, closed it, then turned abruptly on his heel and left. The door slid shut behind him. We all stood in the suddenly thick silence.

  Stephen said, "Anita. " He held his hand out to me. His face was flawless, no scars, no marks of any kind. I took his hand and smiled.

  "I know you guys heal fast, but it's still impressive. You looked pretty bad last time I saw you. "

  "I looked worse," a soft male voice said. Nathaniel was awake in the other bed. His long auburn hair hung like a shining curtain around his face, maybe longer than waist-length. I'd never seen a man with hair that long. I couldn't see his face because I was too busy staring at his eyes. They were the color of lilacs, a wonderful pale lavender that was a genuine show-stopper. It took me a few seconds of staring to be able to see the rest of his face. He looked a few years older awake than he had unconscious--nineteen instead of sixteen, maybe. He still looked drawn and tired, ill, but there was a vast improvement.

  "Yeah, you looked worse," I said.

  Stephen turned to Officer Smith like they were old friends.

  "Can we have a few minutes alone?"

  Smith looked at me. "Okay with you?"

  I nodded.

  He stood. "I don't know how Padgett's going to like it, so if you want to exchange secret codes or anything, make it fast. "

  "Thanks," I said.

  "Don't mention it. " He stopped in front of Lorraine before he left. "Thank you. Crossman has a wife and two daughters. I know they'd thank you if they could. "

  Lorraine blushed and nodded, mumbling, "You're welcome. "

  Smith left, and I walked over to Nathaniel's bed. "Nice to meet you while you're conscious. "

  He tried to smile, but the effort showed. He held out his left hand to me, the right hand was still hooked up to an IV drip.

  I took his hand. His grip was tremblingly weak. He drew my hand towards his mouth as if to kiss it. I let him do it. The effort made his hand shake.

  He pressed his lips to my hand, eyes closed, almost as if he were resting. For a second I thought he'd passed out, but his tongue flicked out, a quick wetness.

  I jerked back, fighting the urge to wipe my hand on my jeans. "Thanks, a handshake would have been fine. "

  He frowned up at me. "But you're our leoparde lionne," he said.

  "So people keep telling me," I said.

  He turned his head so he could see Stephen. "You lied to me. " Tears trembled in his pale, pale eyes. "She won't feed us. "

  I looked at Stephen. "I have missed part of this conversation, haven't I?"

  "Have you seen Richard share blood with the pack?"

  I started to say no, then, "I saw him let Jason feed off of a knife wound once. Jason seemed almost drugged from it. "

  Stephen nodded. "That's it. Gabriel could share blood. "

  My eyes widened. "I didn't think he w
as strong enough to do that. "

  "Neither did we. " This from Kevin. He came to stand near me, cigarette transferred, still unlit, to his left hand. "It's been very interesting listening to Nathaniel talk about Gabriel. Nathaniel was addicted to heroin and a street whore when Gabriel rescued him, gave him a second life. "

  "Bully for him, getting him off drugs, but Gabriel still pimped him out. To a sicker clientele. "

  Kevin patted Nathaniel's leg under the sheet, a casual gesture, like you'd pat a dog. "But Nat here likes it, don't you, boy?"

  Nathaniel looked at him and said softly, "Yes. "

  "Please, tell me you didn't enjoy being gutted. "

  He closed his eyes. "No, not that. But until then it was. . . "

  "That's all right," I said. Something occurred to me. "Have you told the police who did this to you?"

  "He doesn't know," Kevin said. He put the ever-present cig back in his mouth, as if just the taste of the paper was sweet.

  "What do you mean, he doesn't know?" I asked.

  Stephen answered, "Zane chained and blindfolded him, then left. That was the deal. Nathaniel never saw them. "

  "Them?" I made it a question.

  Stephen nodded. "Them. "

  I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Do you remember anything unique or different that might help identify them?"

  "Perfume like gardenias, and a sickly smell. "

  Great, I thought, that was helpful.

  He looked full at me, and suddenly his eyes weren't just dull with illness. I realized they were dull with experience. It went beyond jaded, as if Nathaniel had looked into the lower rungs of hell. He'd lived to tell the tale, but he hadn't really survived, not intact.

  "I remember the perfume. I'd recognize it again if I smelled it. "

  "Okay, Nathaniel, okay. " In the bottom of the awful emptiness of his eyes was panic. He was scared, unbelievably scared. I patted his hand, and when his fingers curled around mine, I held on. "No one will ever hurt you like that again, Nathaniel. I promise you that. "

  "You'll take care of me?" He looked up at me with a need in his eyes that was so raw, so primitive, I would have promised him anything to chase that look away.

  "Yes, I'll take care of you. "

  His whole body relaxed. A tension running out of him like water from a cracked cup. I felt it run down his arm into his hand into me like a jolt of energy. It made me jump, but I didn't pull away.

  He smiled up at me, lying back against the pillows. He looked a little better somehow, stronger.

  I slid my hand out of his slowly, and he let me go. Great. I turned to the rest of the room. "We need to get you all out of here. "

  "I could go home now," Stephen said, "but Nathaniel still can't be moved. "

  "I don't trust the cops without me here to act as a buffer. "

  "Padgett is very afraid of us," Teddy said.

  I nodded. "I know. "

  "Feed me," Nathaniel said. "Give me your strength, and I will go with you. "

  I frowned at him, then looked back at Stephen. "He's not seriously suggesting I open a vein for him, is he?"

  "Richard could do it," Stephen said.

  "Richard couldn't feed one of the leopards," Lorraine said, "only us. "

  "Raina could have fucked him back to health," Kevin said.

  That earned him a long stare from me. "What are you talking about?"

  "Raina could share energy without sharing blood," he said. His face registered both distaste and lust, as if he'd enjoyed some of Raina's shows in spite of himself. "She'd run her hands over you, then her body. It always ended with her fucking you. The more hurt you started out, the better she liked it, but you'd be healed when she was finished. "

  I turned to Stephen, because I didn't believe it. He nodded. "I've seen her do it. "

  "You're not suggesting that she. . . " Lorraine let the awful thought go unsaid, but I was with her.

  "I am not opening a vein, and I am most certainly not going to have sex with him. "

  "You don't want me. " Nathaniel's voice was tear-filled, heartbroken.

  "It's nothing personal," I said. "I'm just not into casual sex. " This entire conversation was too weird even for me.

  "Then Nathaniel has to stay here at least another twenty-four hours," Kevin said. He rolled the cigarette between his fingers while he talked.

  Stephen nodded. "That's what the doctor said. We asked when he told me I could go home today. "

  "Don't leave me, Stephen. " Nathaniel reached out across the space between them, as if he could touch him.

  "I won't leave you alone, Nathaniel, not without someone to take care of you. "

  Teddy spoke. "Just because it ended in sex for Raina doesn't mean it has to end that way. "

  We all looked at him. "What do you mean?" Kevin asked.

  "Everything ended in sex for Raina. But it was the touching that healed. I think my injuries were healed before we got down to basics. " Just listening to him talk like that with a sixty-inch chest of pure muscle made my brain hurt. It was like finding out your golden retriever talked. You just didn't expect to get brains in such a bulky package.

  Kevin shrugged. "I don't know. All I know is she healed me. I don't remember when I was better. I just remember her. "

  "Is there anyone in this room that didn't sleep with Raina?" I asked.

  The only person who raised their hand was Lorraine, and knowing Raina, that had been debatable. "Sweet Jesus. "

  "I think Anita could heal him without sex, just bare skin," Teddy said.

  I started to say no, then remembered sharing energy with Jean-Claude. Bare skin had been important there, too. Maybe it was the same. "Did Raina seem to feel tired after healing you?"

  All the men shook their heads. The consensus was it seemed to energize her, not weaken her. Of course, that was Raina and she had been an unusual puppy even for a werewolf.

  I didn't want to leave Nathaniel here, not even with werewolves to guard him. I didn't trust Padgett. There was also no guarantee that the zealots, whoever they were, wouldn't try for another hit. Either we all went or we all stayed. I had more crime scenes to visit. I couldn't sit here all bloody day.

  "Okay, let's try it, but I don't have the faintest idea how to begin. "

  Nathaniel settled back into the pillows with something like a smile of expectation on his face. Like a child who's about to get the ice cream he was promised. Trouble was, I was the ice cream.