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They stopped a little distance from us. Richard moved up beside me, Zane and Jamil at our backs. We all stood looking at each other. If I hadn't known better. I'd have said that the two men looked uncomfortable or embarrassed.
The smaller man said, "I am Captain Thomas Carswell. You must be Richard Zeeman." His voice was British and upper-crust, but not too upper-crust.
Richard took a step forward. "I'm Richard Zeeman. This is Anita Blake, Jamil, and Zane."
"I am Gideon," the man with the eyes said. His voice was almost painfully low, as if even in human speech he growled. The sound was so low that it made my spine thrum.
"Where are Vivian and Gregory?" I said.
Captain Thomas Carswell blinked and looked at me. He didn't look happy about the interruption. "Nearby."
"First," said Gideon, "we need your gun, Miss Blake."
I shook my head. "I don't think so."
They exchanged glances. "We cannot allow you to go forward with a gun in your hand, Miss Blake," Carswell said.
"Every time someone wants to take my gun, it means either they don't trust me or they're planning to do something I don't like."
"Please," Gideon said in his gravelly voice. "Surely you must understand our reluctance. You do have a certain reputation."
"Anita?" Richard said, half-question, half-something else.
I clicked the safety on the gun and held it out to Gideon. I had two more guns and two knives left. They could have the Browning.
Gideon took the gun from me and stepped back to stand beside Carswell. "Thank you, Miss Blake."
I nodded. "You're welcome."
"Shall we go?" Carswell said. He offered me his arm as if he were escorting me to dinner.
I stared at him, then back at Richard. I raised my eyebrows, trying to ask what he thought without asking.
He gave a half-shrug.
I slid my left arm through Carswell's arm. "You're being very civilized about this," I said.
"There is no reason to lose all good manners just because things have become... somewhat extreme."
I let him lead me towards the tent. Gideon fell into step with Richard. They were almost the same height, and the roil of energy that came off them made the hair on my neck stand up. They were trying each other's power, tasting each other without doing anything at all but lowering their hard-won control. Jamil and Zane brought up the rear like good soldiers.
We were almost at the tent when Carswell stopped, hand tightening on my arm. I slid my right hand behind my back, under the coat, touching the machine gun.
"There is something heavy on your back, Miss Blake. Something that is not a purse." His grip on my left arm grew tighter, not hurting, but I knew he wouldn't let go, not without a fight.
I swung the machine gun around on its strap with my right hand and put the barrel into his chest, not shoving, just there, like his hand on my other arm.
"Everybody be calm," I said.
The other men were suddenly very, very still. "We are going to give you your people, Miss Blake," Gideon growled. "There is no need for this."
"Thomas here asked what I had on my back. I'm showing him."
"You do not know me well enough to call me by my Christian name, Miss Blake," Carswell said.
I blinked at him. There was no fear in him. He was human--one pull on the trigger and he was gone--but there was no fear. I stared into his brown eyes and saw only... sadness. A tired sorrow as if he'd almost welcome it.
I shook my head. "Sorry, Captain Carswell."
"We cannot possibly let you go inside the tent with this weapon." His voice was very calm, matter of fact.
"Be reasonable, Anita," Richard said. "If things were reversed, you'd want them without weapons."
The trouble was I had to take off the coat to take off the machine gun. If I took off the coat, they'd see the knives. I didn't want to lose the knives. Of course, I'd still have the Firestar.
I let the machine gun slide back out of sight. "I'll have to remove my coat."
Carswell released my arm cautiously and stepped back, still close enough to grab me. I stared at his careful clothing. The jacket was too tailored for a shoulder holster, the pants had no pockets, but he could have had something at the small of his back.
"I'll remove my coat if you remove yours," I said.
"I have no weapons, Miss Blake."
"Remove your coat and I'll believe you."
He sighed and slid out of the red jacket, then turned in a full circle, arms spread to his sides. "As you see, no weapons." To be really sure I'd need to pat him down, but I didn't want him returning the favor, so I let it go.
I slipped out of the coat and watched his eyes widen at the wrist sheaths. "Miss Blake, I am impressed and disappointed."
I let the coat fall to the floor and slipped the strap over my head. I hated giving up the machine gun, but... I did understand. They'd been doing awful things to Gregory and Vivian. I wouldn't necessarily trust me with a gun if I were in their place. I took the clip out of the gun and handed the weapon to Carswell.
His eyes widened a little. "Fearful that I will turn on you and your friends?"
I shrugged. "Can't blame a girl for being cautious."
He smiled, and it almost reached his eyes. "No, I suppose I cannot."
I slid one of the knives out of its sheath and handed it to him hilt-first.
He waved it away. "You may keep your knives, Miss Blake. They will only be protection if someone gets very close, very personal. I think a lady should be allowed to defend her honor."
Damn, he was being nice, gentlemanly. If I kept the second handgun and he found out later, he might not be so nice. "Damn," I said.
Carswell frowned.
"I have one more gun."
"It must be very well concealed, Miss Blake."
I sighed again. "Inconveniently so, yes. Do you want it or not?"
He glanced back at Gideon, who nodded. "Yes, please, Miss Blake."
"Everybody turn their backs."
Amused or bemused looks all around.
"I have to raise the dress and flash the room to get the gun. I don't want anyone peeking." All right, it was stupid and juvenile, but I still couldn't just raise the dress in front of five men. My daddy brought me up better than that.
Carswell turned without being asked a second time. I got some very amused looks, but everyone turned, except for Gideon. "I would be a poor bodyguard if I allowed you to shoot us in the back while we were defending your modesty." He had a point.
"All right, I'll turn my back." Which I did, fishing the gun out for the last time. The bellyband was a good idea, but the Firestar was going in the other coat pocket when I got it back. I was tired of messing with it.
I handed the gun to Gideon. He took it, still looking amused. "Is that everything except for the knives?"
"Yes," I said.
"Your word of honor?"
I nodded. "My word."
He nodded, too, as if that was enough. I knew already that Carswell was someone's human servant. He was the genuine article, a British soldier of Queen Victoria's army. But until that moment I hadn't known that Gideon was as old. Lycanthropes don't age that slowly. He was getting help from somewhere or he was more than just a shapeshifter.
"Lycanthrope," I said, "but what else are you?"
He smiled then, flashing small fangs top and bottom. The only other lycanthrope I'd seen with fangs like that had been Gabriel. You get things like that if you spend too much time in animal form.
"Guess," he said in a whisper so low and rumbling it made me shiver.
Carswell said, "May we turn around, Miss Blake?"
"Sure," I said.
He slid his jacket back on, smoothing it in place, and offered me his arm once more. "Shall we, Miss Blake?"
"Anita, my name's Anita."
He smiled. "Then you may call me Thomas." He said it as if he didn't let a lot of people call him by his first name.
It made me smile. "Thank you, Thomas."
He tucked my arm more securely in the crook of his own. "I do wish... Anita, that our meeting could be under better circumstances."
I met his sad eyes and said, "What's happening to my people while you delay me here with your polite smiles?"
He sighed. "I am hoping he will be finished before we walk in upon them." A look almost like pain crossed his face. "It is not a sight fit for a lady."
