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Jason laughed. "Just tell her."
A low growl trickled from Jamil's human throat. The sound alone raised the hair on my arms. "I am Skoll, and you have no name among the lukoi. Your voice is only the wind outside our cave."
Jason took a few steps closer. "The trees themselves bow before the wind," he said. It sounded way too formal for Jason.
"Good," Jamil said, "you do know some lukoi phrases."
"We were afraid to touch each other," Jason said, "not to talk to each other."
Zane pushed away from the wall, moving between them, standing close to me. "The moon is rising. Time is passing."
I frowned at all of them. "I feel like you're speaking in code and I don't know how to crack it."
"Apparently, we have some phrases in common," Jamil said, "between the lukoi and the pard."
"Great, the wolves and the leopards share some common ground. Now what?"
"Greet me," Jamil said.
"Uh-uh," I said, "I'm lupa. You're just the Skoll, the muscle. I outrank you, so you offer me your face and throat first."
"She is your lupa, and our Nimir-ra, which is an equivalent rank to your Ulfric, she has the right to ask," Zane said.
Jamil growled at him.
Zane moved behind me, as if using me for a shield. It would have worked better if he hadn't been nearly ten inches taller than me.
"She refuses you," Jamil said. "You stand alone before me."
"No way," I said. "Zane is mine. You aren't going to use him for some macho dominant crap."
Jamil shook his head. "He moved into you, but you didn't touch him."
I frowned up at him. "So?"
Jamil sighed. "All your reading has told you nothing about us."
"Then explain it to me," I said.
Jason said, "When Zane moved in close to you, he was asking for your protection, but you didn't touch him. That's seen as a rejection of his petition for protection."
Cherry was still sitting very still on the bed, hands clasped in her lap. "It's one of the rules that works the same for the wolves and for us."
I glanced behind me at them. "How do the two of you know all this?"
"With Raina and Marcus in charge, we all got to do a lot of petitioning for protection," Jason said.
"Gabriel spent a lot of time with Raina," Cherry said. "We, the wereleopards, got to spend a lot of time with the wolves."
"So when Zane moved up close, what was I supposed to do?"
"Do you want to protect him against me?" Jamil said.
I stared up at that tall, muscular body. Even if he hadn't been a lycanthrope, he'd have scared me in a fair fight. Of course, nature had made sure there would be no fair fight. Jamil outweighed me by a hundred pounds or more. His reach was twice mine. His upper body strength ... well, enough said. There was no such thing as a fair fight between the two of us. That was why I felt perfectly comfortable using weapons.
"Yeah," I said, "I want to protect Zane against you. If that's what it takes."
"Then touch him," Jamil said.
I frowned again. "Can you be a little more specific?"
"The touch is what's important," Jamil said, "not where or how."
Zane was standing at my back. I moved backwards until my back touched his body. Our bodies made a nice solid line. "Enough?" I asked.
Jamil shook his head. "For God's sake, just touch him." He motioned to Jason. "Ask for my protection."
Jason came to his side with a smile. He stood very close but was careful not to touch. Jamil put an arm across his shoulders, obviously protective, almost a hug. "There, that's it."
"Does it have to be just like that, or can I touch him anywhere that's noticeable?"
Jamil made a small sound between an umph and a growl. "You are making this too complicated."
"No," I said, "you are. Just answer the question."
"No, it doesn't have to be just like this, but it's best if you get in the habit of making the offer look normal to people."
"Why?" I asked.
"What if Zane were running from me in public? He sees you through the crowd, comes up to you. All you have to do is pretend to hug him, or even kiss him. I know you've given him your protection and none of the humans around us know anything is wrong."
I wasn't sure how I felt about not being included with the other humans, but I let it go. I drew Zane out from behind me with a hand around his waist. I'd have been more comfortable if he'd been wearing a shirt, but hey, that was my hang-up, not his. I made it my left arm, leaving my right free. I also moved back enough so that my gun wasn't pressed up against his body. Having my arm around Zane's waist, standing a little apart, made the gun under my arm very obvious. There were a lot of different ways to make threats. "Happy?" I asked.
Jamil nodded once very curtly.
Jason stepped away from him, closer to Zane and me.
"Jamil's just mad that Zane told you he had to do a submissive greeting."
"And you've reminded her," Jamil said.
"Ooh," Jason said, "I'm so scared."
A roil of power prickled through the room. I watched Jamil's brown eyes bleed to a rich yellow. He stared at Jason with wolf eyes. "You will be."
Cherry slid off the bed, kneeling behind me. She reached a hand up to me, and I took it. She licked a quick tongue across my hand, a greeting that only the leopards used, then one slender hand went to my leg, holding onto my pants like a small, shy child. She seemed to think something bad was about to happen.
I half expected Jason to come to me like the wereleopards had, but he didn't. He moved farther into the room, away from Jamil, but he didn't ask for help.
"What's the big deal?" I asked. "Jamil just offers me his cheek first, right?"
"Oh, no," Jason said, "much more fun than that."
That made me frown because I knew what Jason's idea of fun was. "Maybe I asked for something I don't understand."
"But you did ask," Jamil said, "and as our lupa it is your right."
I was beginning to suspect I'd made a faux pas. That I'd asked something of Jamil he didn't want to give and I probably wouldn't like receiving. "If you hadn't been such an ass**le when we first got here, Jamil, I'd probably let this go."
"But ... " he said.
"But I don't back down, not to you."
"Not to anyone," Jason said softly.
That, too.
"If I refuse, it's challenge between us," Jamil said.
"Fine, but remember, you've had your last free pass for the weekend, Jamil."
He nodded. "I see the gun."
"Then we understand each other," I said.
"We understand each other," he said. Jamil closed the distance between us, eyes still an eerie shade of yellow.
"Don't get cute, Jamil."
He gave a quick baring of teeth. "I am doing what you asked, Anita."
Zane moved behind me, hands on my shoulders, but giving me more room to move. Cherry huddled against my legs. Neither of them moved away. I took that as a good sign. I hoped I was right.
Jamil touched my face very lightly with the tips of his fingers. "If we were in public, it would be this." He bent downward and it looked like he was going to kiss me.
He did. A soft brush of lips, fingers still holding my face. He drew back from me. When he opened his eyes, they were still that rich, golden yellow. It was a startling color against the darkness of his skin.
I had just stood there throughout, too startled to know what to do. Neither the leopards nor Jason called foul, so Jamil was doing what I'd forced him to do. Probably. If it had been Jason, I'd suspected some sort of ploy to steal a kiss, but Jamil didn't play those kinds of games.
He stayed with his hands still cradling my face. "But tonight won't be in public. Between ourselves when no one watches..." He didn't finish the sentence. He just leaned over me again.
His tongue ran across my lower lip.
I jerked back.
He let his hands fall to his sides. "You read the wolf books, Anita, I am a submissive wolf begging a dominant's attention."
"It's a variation of food begging by pups," I said. "In two adult wolves, it's a ritual of licking and biting gently at the mouth of the dominant wolf by the subordinate."
