Anita Blake 14 - Danse macabre by Laurell K. Hamilton Read Free Book Online

it, and hug it to him. "I just want to know what it feels like. The real deal, not the little tastes I've had by accident. Why is that wrong, Anita? Why is it wrong to want that?"
    "She's afraid you'll become addicted," Micah said, voice soft.
    Graham shook his head. "I've never been addicted to anything in my life."
    "Lucky you," Nathaniel said.
    "Please, Anita, don't go to strangers to feed the
ardeur
. Don't go to strangers when there are people right here who would do almost anything to feed your need."
    I made an exasperated sound, almost a scream of frustration, and went for the door. I opened it and we headed down the stone steps that led down, down, to the actual home of the Master of the City.
    The steps were too wide, too something, as if they'd been carved for something that didn't walk on two feet. The stairs were always awkward, which was why I was still in jogging shoes. Micah took my hand anyway, and I let him. If it looked to Graham like I was needing help down the stairs, fuck him, or rather don't. I needed the comfort of touch tonight. Nathaniel stayed on my other side, but didn't try to take my right hand in his. I'd need that hand for the gun or the blade. Yeah, these vamps were supposed to be Jean-Claude's friends. But they weren't
my
friends, not yet.
    We were at the landing just before the stairs took a turn. It was a blind turn, but if you hugged the far wall, you didn't stay blind for long.
    "Wait," Graham said, "please, wait. I should go first."
    We all turned and watched him walk the few steps down to us. He gave a smile that was almost nervous. "I am the bodyguard, remember?"
    I looked him up and down, and said, "Are you carrying?"
    He sighed. "No. Richard says we're dangerous enough without guns."
    I shook my head. "Not if everyone else has them, Graham. Silver bullets don't let you get close."
    He shrugged those massive shoulders. "Richard is Ulfric; if you want to change policy, take it up with him. I'm just doing what I'm told."
    I sighed. I loved Richard, really I did, but we had some serious differences of opinion.
    Graham eased past us, but stopped on the step below the landing. He looked up, but not like he was happy. "I was hoping that Jean-Claude would have joined us by now."
    I gave him a look. "What do you mean, joined us? Jean-Claude is waiting downstairs with our guests, right?"
    He shook his head. "There was an emergency upstairs."
    "Asher is managing the Circus; he should be able to take care of any emergencies."
    Graham licked his lips. "I don't know the details, because I was left down here to wait for you, but Meng Die did something. Something that made Asher call for Jean-Claude to help him."
    Meng Die was a petite Chinese doll, or that's what she looked like. But she, like me, didn't really match the packaging. She'd been the second-in-command in San Francisco, before Jean-Claude called in all the vamps he'd made in this country to help bolster his defenses. Her master had been happy to let her go, because she'd been nights away from a palace revolt that would have left him dead and her in charge. In fact, he wouldn't take her back, though Jean-Claude had offered.
    Meng Die wanted to be Jean-Claude's second-in-command, but that was Asher's job. Then all the vamps had come from London after their master went crazy and had to be killed. Suddenly Meng Die was just another master vampire in a kiss that was lousy with master vamps. She was powerful enough to be third, or maybe even second, but temperamentally, she wasn't suited to be that close to any throne. Too dangerous. Too ambitious.
    "What the hell did she do now?" I asked.
    Graham shrugged. "I don't know."
    "I thought you were almost her
pomme de sang"
Nathaniel said.
    "I was," he said.
    "You don't seem too worried about her."
    He shrugged those big shoulders. "She keeps promising to make me, or Clay, her
pomme de sang
, but she never makes the decision. She was still fucking Requiem, too, until he started turning her