I shrugged. “I try to keep my promises. I think everyone should.”

He smiled, but it left his eyes cynical and guarded. “I am a lying bastard if it suits my goals.”

“Don’t lie to me, or Jean-Claude, or anyone I care about.”

“And if I do?”

I just looked at him.

“That look, so absolutely serious.”

“Serious as a heart attack,” I said.

He smiled, blinking so that I couldn’t see what he was thinking. His brown eyes smiled up at me when he opened them, matching the smile. “Are you ready to play ‘you show me yours, and I’ll show you mine’?”

I don’t know what I would have said, because the door opened and Jean-Claude came through the door wearing a blue robe, almost as dark a blue as his eyes. “Ma petite, Narcissus, I see that you haven’t come to blows yet; that is better than I had feared.”

“Oh, I don’t enjoy hitting girls, but boys, I’m always up for hitting bad little boys,” he said, rolling over on his back and looking more lascivious than he had the whole time we’d been alone. “Do you want to be my bad little boy again, Jean-Claude?”

“Cut the shit, Narcissus,” I said. “You were actually behaving like a reasonable human being until Jean-Claude stepped into the room. Don’t go back to being all creepy-sexy.”

He aimed that sexy, predatory smile at me. “You think I’m sexy? Really?” He writhed under the covers, stretching his body like a cat, except cats weren’t self-aware. Cats weren’t trying to draw your gaze to their groin, wiggling their hips as if they should have been onstage at Guilty Pleasures.

“I’ve never said you did not move well, Narcissus,” Jean-Claude said as he came to take my hand and look down at the man in the bed.

“And yet you don’t want to play with me anymore,” Narcissus said, pretending to pout.

“I do not enjoy your idea of play, Narcissus.”

“You got here just in time for a little ‘show me yours and I’ll show you mine,’” Narcissus said. “Of course, you’ve seen mine, and I’ve seen yours. It’s only Anita and I who need a show-and-tell, isn’t it, ma petite?”

“Never, ever, call me that again. Only Jean-Claude gets to call me that.”

“Oooh, we get pet names special just to us; I like it.”

I sighed. “There was someone in this bed I could actually talk to, and then Jean-Claude comes into the room and you go back to being a caricature, hiding behind the flirting and the irritating shit. Why?”

“Why what?” he asked, but he stopped wriggling under the covers and looked at me.

“Why do you put on a show when he comes into the room?”

He blinked and I knew now that meant he was hiding whatever was in his eyes. “I don’t know what you mean, darling.”

I let it go, because either he didn’t want to address it, or even he didn’t know why he acted weird around Jean-Claude. “Fine, just get this over with, I have to go meet the FBI soon. And don’t call me darling.”

Narcissus looked up at me, but his eyes slid to one side and looked at Jean-Claude as he said, “But if it’s a show you want, pumpkin, I can give you a show.”

“Don’t call me pumpkin.”

“Well, if you insist, snickerdoodle.”

I put my head against Jean-Claude’s shoulder. The robe was satin, which meant it was soft and cuddly, and he was in the robe, which made it even cuddlier. He wrapped his arms around me, and I sank in against his body, letting him hold me, letting go of all of it for a minute.

“I hate you both, just a little, right now.”

We broke apart enough to look at him, but stayed in each other’s arms. “Why do you hate us, mon ami?”

“I thought I had someone to hold me, and I woke up this morning to find that it had all been a lie. I’m going to hate any happy lovers for a while.”

“We all woke to find one of our lovers had betrayed our trust,” Jean-Claude said.

“But you have other lovers, Jean-Claude; I do not.”

“Bullshit,” I said. “You are not monogamous any more than we are.”

“True, I have other lovers, and other play partners, but none of them are putting a ring on my finger. Asher was going to do that.”

We both stared at him. “He promised to marry you?” I asked.

He stared up at us with those big brown eyes, with the black tears of his smeared eyeliner framing them. The white sheets had swirled around his upper body like rumpled wings fallen to earth. If angels could have mornings after full of regret, they might look like that.

Of course, angels probably didn’t cry black tears; that would probably be the other guys, if either angels or demons cried physical tears. If the real angel I’d seen cried anything, it would have been tears of fire. I guess the demon might have cried physical tears, but I’d been too busy quoting Bible verses at him to ask.

“Oh, mon ami, I am so sorry.”

“Don’t pity me, Jean-Claude, help me make him sorry.”

“What would you have of us?”

“You talked me out of killing either of them. I wouldn’t miss Kane.”

“But Asher would not let his death stand, and we would miss him,” Jean-Claude said.

“Eventually,” Narcissus said.

Jean-Claude wisely let that go. “You do not wish to tie yourself to us for the sake of revenge, Narcissus.”




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