Magic Breaks (Kate Daniels 7)
Page 42“No shit,” Desandra volunteered.
“The exception being the boudas,” Derek said.
Ascanio raised his eyebrows. If looks were knives, Derek would be bleeding.
“The Repressed One is trying to tell you that some people like to screw shapeshifters in animal form while they themselves stay human,” Ascanio said. “They’re called sofies. Skin on fur.”
Robert rolled his eyes and dropped down to the floor to smell the carpet.
“Okay,” I said. “I wish I didn’t know that.”
“Welcome to the Pack,” Robert said. “This is one of those gray areas. Technically, it’s not forbidden. What two consenting adults do on their own time is their business.”
“But it’s bestiality,” I said.
“Yes,” Robert said. “Which is why it’s strongly discouraged.”
Desandra leaned over the bed and swallowed. “The smells here are giving me a sour stomach.”
“Not just you,” Derek said.
“And for the record, I like women,” Ascanio said. “Maybe some wolves out there get turned on by the fur, but I like skin.”
“We get enough flack from normal humans as it is,” Robert said. “Three years ago there was a campaign to ban wererats from restaurants because we’re disease-ridden rodents. The petition had three thousand signatures before we killed it. A year before, Clan Wolf was sued by a farming cooperative who claimed they would be hunting their livestock. The chief argument was that wolves can’t fight their natural urge to hunt and run prey to ground. If this stuff got out, there would be no end of public outcry. We don’t want to be accused of running a petting zoo for perverts.”
“Dorie is a pay-to-play sofie,” Derek said. “She charges for her services.”
“She doesn’t have to prostitute herself,” Robert said. “She’s an accountant with a decent salary. She does it because she’s decided that it’s an easy way to earn money on the side and because she’s got some sort of itch and this scratches it for her. When Jennifer’s husband was alive, he made a couple of attempts to get her into counseling, but she never went. She is a consenting adult and how she has sex is her own business.”
“She’s one of the only two shapeshifters to date who managed to catch an STD,” Ascanio said. “The other one was a male panther she was with. They caught it together at a, ahem, group event.”
Okay, that would take some doing. Lyc-V exterminated all invaders into its territory with extreme prejudice.
Derek winced. “An STD?”
“Oh, you didn’t hear about that?” Ascanio asked. “They got some kind of magical rabies.”
Derek opened his mouth and closed it. “How did they . . . ? Never mind, I don’t want to know.”
“I don’t either.” It was best to put that out there before they decided to enlighten me.
“We’re broadening your horizons, Consort.” Desandra grinned.
“My horizons are broad enough, thanks.” Now if only they would stop wobbling, I’d be all set. “I get how Robert and Desandra know about Double D. I want to know how the two of you know.”
“Everybody knows,” Ascanio said.
“Then why didn’t Desandra identify the scent?”
“When Double D showed up in Doolittle’s medward with the STD, he read her the riot act about safe sexual practices,” Robert said. “She didn’t like it, so she avoids him like the plague. Which is ironic, really, because the plague is exactly what she didn’t avoid.”
“I didn’t quite get that,” Desandra said. “Was it supposed to be funny?”
Robert frowned. “Never mind. I was going somewhere clever with that, but I managed to bungle it up. The point is, Double D doesn’t feel exactly welcome at the Keep.”
“She isn’t often at Wolf House either,” Desandra said. “I’ve seen her once, I think. Jennifer hates her guts. The last time her name came up, our illustrious alpha called her a ‘filthy immoral creature.’”
“In front of witnesses?” Robert asked.
“A room full of people,” Desandra said.
Great. There was a hierarchy of insults you could level at a shapeshifter. Telling them they smelled bad was probably one of the worst. But calling one of them “a creature” took it to another level. It implied a shapeshifter wasn’t human. A loup was a creature. Jennifer should never have said that, not about one of her own people.
Robert’s lips rose, wrinkling his muzzle and baring sharp teeth. He made a short angry noise, halfway between a deep growl and a grunt.
“I know, I know . . .” Desandra said.
“I agree,” I told him. “We can deal with it later. We’re short on time. We have to move on.”
“There are no other shapeshifter smells in the room,” Robert said. “Only Double D and humans.”
“I got Mulradin, Double D, Hugh, and a few others who are probably Hugh’s people,” Derek confirmed.
I tried to concentrate. It was proving tricky. My magic-stunned brain still wanted to float off into the shocked haze. “Can you tell what happened?”
“Dorie came in first,” Robert said. “Mulradin arrived about half an hour later. They had sex, once on the bench, once in the corner over there.” He pointed to the left of the bed, where a chain fell to the floor. One end of it was attached to the ring in the wall, the other to a spiked collar.
“Then Dorie killed Mulradin on the bed,” Desandra said.
Shit. “Are you sure?”
Derek nodded. “Once you get accustomed to the smell of blood, it’s very clear. Her scent is on the bed and the linens, and her fur is stuck to Mulradin’s blood. No other scents on the bed.”