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down."
    "Requiem isn't sharing Meng Die's bed anymore?" I asked.
    "No."
    I frowned. "Did he find a new girlfriend?"
    Graham licked his lips again. "Sort of."
    "I know that look, Graham, that's your I-have-more-bad-news-and-I-don't-want-to-tell-it look. Spill it, all of it."
    He sighed again. "Damn it, if you're not my girlfriend you shouldn't be able to read me that easily."
    It was my turn to shrug. "Just tell me."
    "Requiem thinks that the reason you've turned him down as your new
pomme de sang
is because he was fucking Meng Die. He said you're not a woman who shares your men."
    I didn't know whether to scream, or curse, or laugh. "Did he tell Meng Die that?" I asked.
    "I don't know. He told me. He told Clay."
    "Did you tell Meng Die?" I asked.
    He shook his head. "I am not that stupid. She takes bad news a hell of a lot worse than you do."
    "Is Clay that stupid?" I asked.
    "Requiem told her," Micah said, voice soft.
    We all looked at him. "You know that?" I asked.
    He shook his head. "But it would be something he would do, not to cause trouble, but to be honest with her."
    I thought about it, then had to agree. "Damn, he would. I wonder if he told her recently?"
    "Did you turn her down?" Nathaniel asked Graham.
    He gave the quick grin again. "No. She may not hold the
ardeur
, but the sex is still amazing. I've done vamps before, but never Belle Morte's bloodline. If Meng Die is an example of what they have to offer in bed, then my new goal in life is to be one of their
pommes de sang
."
    "I thought you wanted to be Anita's
pomme
," Nathaniel said.
    Graham looked a little startled, as if he'd said more than he'd meant to say. "If Anita would feed the
ardeur
off me, just once, I might never look at another woman, but until she does…" He let the sentence fade, but it summed up why Graham was not a strong contender for me. He didn't really want me, he wanted the
ardeur
. If any of the other female vamps from London had held the
ardeur
, he'd have chased them instead of me, or as well as me. Not very flattering—to him, or to me.
    "Until I do, you're keeping your options open," I said.
    He shrugged. "I gave all my options up for Meng Die, and she kept Clay and Requiem on her string. I shared her with Clay in a way I've never shared anyone." He looked sad for a moment, then it passed. I wasn't sure if it passed because his sorrow was that shallow, or he had pushed it away. "Anita isn't going to give up all of you guys for me. Why should I give up everyone else just for a chance to be in her bed? I mean, just for a chance, not even the certainty of it."
    "I didn't ask Requiem to sacrifice his libido to me."
    "You never ask anyone to give up other people for you, but if they don't, you don't sleep with them," Graham said.
    And that was a little closer to the truth than I wanted to hear. I hadn't asked Requiem to give up Meng Die, but the fact that he was fucking her had been a point against him. Why? One, because I simply did not like her. Two, Graham was right, I didn't share my men. Not with other women. The fact that I then expected them to share me with about half a dozen other men, well… Not fair. Not fair at all.

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    THE STAIRS ENDED in a small room with a door at the other end of it. The door was heavy wood and metal like the door to a dungeon, and in front of that door stood Clay, werewolf and bodyguard. He came toward us, hurrying, which wasn't good. The look on his face wasn't good either. He looked worried.
    Graham was all business, the mantle of bodyguardness sliding over him so that that was all that was left. When he actually concentrated on business instead of trying to get into my pants, he was one of the best of the wolves for bodyguard duty. "What's wrong?" he asked.
    Clay shook his head. "Jean-Claude isn't with you?" His tone of voice made it half question.
    "No," Graham said.
    "What's wrong?" I asked, thinking maybe if we kept asking the question he'd answer it.
    "Nothing." He looked at me, and