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Jean-Claude's fingertips slid along the edge of my pants. Richard grabbed his wrist. Anger flared from both of them, and that shared power flickered to life.
"You won't use this as an excuse to get into her pants, either," Richard said. His voice was thick and dark with more than anger. His hand tightened on Jean-Claude's wrist.
Jean-Claude balled his hand into a fist and bent his arm at the elbow. Concentration and anger touched both their faces. I could feel the trembling effort through their chests. Their anger prickled along my skin. It was too soon to do all this shit over again. "You can arm-wrestle later, boys, we've got to go see what I raised from the dead."
There was a fraction of hesitation, then they both looked down at me. Their arms were still straining against each other. Richard's face showed the effort. Jean-Claude's face had gone blank and curious, as if it was no effort to hold off a werewolf. But I could feel the fine trembling through his body. Illusion was all with Jean-Claude. With Richard it was all nerve endings and reality.
"What did you say, ma petite?"
"She said she raised the dead," Richard said.
"Yep, so get off me. You can fight later, but right now, we need to check on what I did."
"We did," Jean-Claude said. He eased away from Richard, and after a second, Richard released his hand.
"What we did," I said.
Richard stood, the muscles in his bare legs moving under the skin, and it was hard not to touch them, feel the movement of him. He offered me a hand up.
"Give me a minute," I said.
Jean-Claude stood as if drawn to his feet by strings. He offered me a hand, too.
They stood glaring at each other. Their anger played through the air like invisible sparks. I shook my head. I seemed to be more worse for wear than either of them, poor human that I was. I'd have actually taken a hand up, which was rare for me. I sighed, got my feet under me, and stood without help from either of them.
"Behave yourselves," I said. "Can't you feel what's in the air? Anger works just fine to call whatever it is, so stop it. We may have to do it again to lay to rest what we've already called from the grave."
Jean-Claude looked instantly relaxed, at ease. He gave a low bow. "As you like, ma petite."
Richard rotated his neck, trying to loosen his shoulders. His hands were still balled into fists, but he nodded. "I don't understand how what we did called zombies."
"I can act as a focus for other animators. It's a way to combine powers and raise an older zombie or more than one or two zombies. I don't know how to do anything else but raise the dead, so when you shoved that much power in my face..." I shrugged. "I did what I know how to do."
"Did you raise all of Nikoloas's old cemetery?" Jean-Claude asked.
"If we're lucky," I said.
He put his head to one side, puzzled.
Richard looked down at himself. "Can I get some pants on?"
I smiled. "Seems a shame," I said, "but yeah."
"I will fetch my robe from the bathroom," Jean-Claude said.
"Help yourself," I said.
"No comment about how it is a shame that I am getting dressed?"
I shook my head.
"Cruel, ma petite, very cruel."
I smiled and gave him a little bow.
He returned the smile, but there was a challenge to his eyes as he walked towards the bathroom.
Richard was sliding into his jeans. I watched him zip them up and button them into place. It was fun just to watch him dress. Love makes the smallest movements fascinating.
I walked past him, towards the door, leaving him to put a shirt on if he was going to. The only way to ignore him was to just not look. The same theory worked with Jean-Claude most of the time.
I walked to the door. My hand was reaching for the knob when Richard grabbed me from behind, lifting me off my feet, carrying me back from the door.
My feet were literally dangling off the ground. "What the hell are you doing? Put me down."
"My wolves are coming," he said, as if that explained everything.
"Put me down."
He lowered me enough for my feet to touch the floor, but his arms stayed wrapped around me, as if he was afraid I'd go for the door. His face was distant, listening. I heard nothing.
A howl echoed up the corridor and raised the hairs on my arms. "What's going on, Richard?"
"Danger," he almost whispered it.
"Is it Raina and Marcus?"
He was still listening to things I could not hear. He pushed me behind him and went to the door, still shirtless, wearing nothing but his jeans.
I ran for the bed and the weapons. I got the Firestar out from under the pillow. "Don't go out there empty-handed, dammit." I dragged the Uzi out from under the bed.
A chorus of howls went up. Richard flung the door open and raced down the hallway. I called his name, but he was gone.
Jean-Claude came out of the bathroom in his black, fur-lined robe. "What is it, ma petite?"
"Company." I slipped the Uzi's strap across my chest.
The sounds of snarling wolves came distant. Jean-Claude ran past me, the long robe flying out behind him. He ran like a dark wind. When I got out to the corridor, he was nowhere in sight.
I was going to be the last one there. Dammit.
