There was a bookshelf underneath the pictures. It held mostly children’s books, because that was what we read to each other most. We’d started reading to each other when Nathaniel had said that he’d never had anyone read him Charlotte’s Web, which was one of my favorites, or Peter Pan, which had been one of Micah’s. We’d since moved on to other things, adding a few adult mysteries like the Nero Wolfe books by Rex Stout, and the Spenser books by Robert B. Parker, and even a few Louis L’Amour Westerns, which had been a favorite of my father and Micah. We were currently reading One Hundred and One Dalmatians by Dodie Smith to each other. The book was much better than the movie, though Micah and I had been out of town so much lately that we might have to start over from the beginning, just to get the rhythm of the book again.

There was a small mostly teal rug just in front of the bookcase, and a much larger square rug across most of the middle part of the room that was all shades of purple with some black in it. The rug we were currently standing on was mostly green with purple here and there. I’d thought the different-colored rugs would have clashed, but it all worked together somehow. The color coordinating had all been Nathaniel. Micah was partially color-blind and I had no sense of how to mix patterns in a room.

“I bet your closet isn’t just Anita’s clothes,” Damian said.

“We share the closet,” I said.

“It is bigger than a normal one, though, so it’s easier to share,” Nathaniel said, and went across the room to open the door and show that we actually had a small walk-in closet, making ours one of the few rooms with one. Though we were negotiating with the same contractor to see if the stone walls in Jean-Claude’s bedroom would stand up to being drilled out of the solid rock like this one had been.

“This is what a couple’s room is supposed to be like; you can see bits of all three of you here.”

I hadn’t thought about it when we decided to change rooms and apparently neither had Nathaniel, because he hugged Damian, and he said, “You will never let another partner control you like that.”

“I don’t know how to interact with a woman who doesn’t control me.”

We looked at him, but he seemed to be serious. “So the fact that Anita doesn’t want to control you must bother you, a lot,” Nathaniel said.

“I think it does.”

I glanced behind to find that Bobby Lee and Kaazim were finding places to stand that would let them see into the bathroom. We hadn’t fixed my issues with being watched in the shower, but I was getting too tired to care as much. The nightmare had cut our sleep short by hours, and I was finally beginning to feel it. Raising zombies took energy and I hadn’t eaten breakfast, not even coffee yet. I was suddenly hungry.

“I’m hungry.”

“Showers, sex, feed the ardeur, and then we’ll get real food,” Nathaniel said.

“I’m not sure I agreed to actual sex,” I said.

“You didn’t feed the ardeur last night,” Nathaniel said.

“Damn, I didn’t. That’s why I’m so hungry.”

Bobby Lee said, “Are you really going to feed the ardeur, Anita?”

“I think I have to; it’s like Jean-Claude’s bloodlust, or your own hunger for flesh; if you feed it before it gets too bad you have more control over it. I don’t think any of us want me losing control of the ardeur.” It was the power that allowed Jean-Claude to feed off the lust of the customers at Guilty Pleasures, and to feed through actual sex when he was with his lovers, including me. It was part of the gift of his original bloodline from Belle Morte, but our version of it wasn’t just lust but seemed to have more love mixed in with the lust than Belle did with hers. I’d inherited the power from Jean-Claude. Now, when I didn’t feed it often enough my ability to heal most injuries began to go back to human-normal. My healing abilities had saved my life more than once.

“Then Kaazim and I will wait closer to the door.”

“Jean-Claude was very clear that we are not to leave them unsupervised,” Kaazim said.

“That was when they were just having sex. The ardeur can spread through a room unexpectedly. I don’t want to be anyone’s food.”

“Nor anyone’s sex slave,” Kaazim added.

“I resent that. I do not make people into sex slaves.”

“I don’t know, Anita,” Nathaniel said. “I crave your sex all the time.”

“You crave sex all the time.”

He smiled. “That, too, but my therapist says I’m officially not addicted to it anymore.”

“Good to know and yay, you,” I said, and meant it.

“I like sex a lot, but now I am a recovering addict. I thought sex was my only value to anyone, so I offered the only thing I thought I was good for, which was sex.”

I touched the side of his face that wasn’t covered in blood and smiled up at him. “You are so much more than just sex to me.”

“I know that; that’s part of what helped me figure it all out,” he said, pressing his hand over mine.

“Once we feel the ardeur rise, we’ll be outside the door,” Bobby Lee said.

I looked at him and Kaazim. They both looked nervous. I would have said that nothing could have spooked the two of them, but this had. “You know that I can’t really make anyone my sex slave, right?”

“Has anyone who has had sex with you wished to stop?” Kaazim asked.




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