Dr. Lillian came in, took one look and started scolding us for being children who couldn't play well together. "He's going to need stitches. Shame on you both."
Richard stared over her head as she cleaned the wound. I think he wasn't really glaring at me, he was glaring at Nathaniel. He was genuinely jealous. Jealous in a way that he shouldn't have been. What had Jean-Claude told him about the ardeur and about Nathaniel, and about what we'd all done together at the Circus? Jean-Claude wouldn't actually lie, but he might make things sound worse if it suited his purposes. But what purpose did it serve to make Richard jealous of Nathaniel? I would have to ask Jean-Claude about that. I had time to call while Richard got stitched up.
Chapter 34
JEAN-CLAUDE ADMITTED ONLY to telling the absolute truth. But, he added, if because of that Monsieur Zeeman was jealous of Nathaniel, this wasn't an altogether bad thing. "He will share you with me, because he must, and he will share you with Micah also, because he must, but we are both alphas, dominants. To share you with someone like Nathaniel--that is different."
"You changed something about the story to make Nathaniel sound like more of a threat, didn't you?"
"No, ma petite, I merely told the truth without leaving anything out. He is not entirely happy with Jason either."
"Jean-Claude, you can't do this to Richard. You'll drive him mad."
"Mad enough, perhaps, to finally acknowledge that he cannot live without you, and that he must come to terms with our triumvirate."
"You Machiavellian shithead, you're playing with him."
"I am trying to maneuver him into doing what must be done if we are to survive. If that be Machiavellian, so be it."
"You are making things worse," I said.
"I don't believe so. I think, ma petite, that you still do not understand men. Many men will give up a woman if they are unhappy with her. But let another man try to claim her, and often, they find they still do want her."
"You and Micah aren't competition enough?" I asked.
"As I explained, we are his equals. Nathaniel is lesser, and that will prick his pride more."
"I didn't think Richard had that kind of destructive guy pride."
"I think there are many things you do not know about our Richard."
"And you do?"
"I am, after all, a man, ma petite. I believe I understand the male psyche a tiny bit better than you do."
I couldn't argue with that. "Well, give me a heads-up next time you plan to do any maneuvering. You could have gotten one of us killed."
He sighed. "I do keep underestimating the stubbornness of both of you. My apologies for that."
I leaned my forehead against the kitchen wall. "Jean-Claude ..."
"Yes, ma petite."
I closed my eyes. "Tell me exactly what you think Richard thinks about Nathaniel and me."
"I told him the absolute truth, ma petite, nothing more, and nothing less."
I turned around, put my back to the wall, looked out at the empty kitchen. Richard was in the downstairs bathroom getting stitched up. Nathaniel was with the other leopards. I'd given strict orders that he was not to be left alone. I just wasn't up to Richard and him actually having a fight. It would be too ... ridiculous, or pathetic.
"And what does that mean, that you told the truth, no more, no less?"
"You will not like it."
"I don't like it now, just tell me, Jean-Claude."
"I told him what had happened with the ardeur, and added my own belief the reason you so often find Nathaniel around when sex is in the air is that you find him sexually attractive."
"That did not make Richard come over here and start a fight."
"I do remember adding that you might find a less-demanding male refreshing after the two of us. Someone who did not make so many demands on you, someone who merely accepted you as you are."
"You do that," I said.
"So good of you to notice," he said. "But it is not I that has been living in your home for months, and from what I smell on Nathaniel when he comes into work, sharing your bed."
"Any of the wereleopards are welcome in the bedroom when they stay here It's like a big pile of puppies--it's not sexual."
"If you say so." His voice was soft, mocking.
"Damn you, Jean-Claude, you know I don't see Nathaniel that way."
He sighed, and it was heavy. "I think it is not me that you lie to, ma petite but yourself."
"I am not in love with Nathaniel."
"Did I ever say you were?"
"Then what are you talking about?"
He made a small exasperated sound. "Ma petite, you still believe that you must love every man that you come to physically. It is not so. You can have very pleasant, even wondrous sex with a friend. It does not have to be love."
I was shaking my head, realized he couldn't see it, and said, "I don't do casual sex, Jean-Claude, you know that."
"Whatever you are doing with Nathaniel, ma petite, it is not casual."
"I can't use him as my pomme de sang. I can't."
"Your morals have reared their ugly heads, ma petite, do not let them make you foolish."
I opened my mouth to protest everything he'd said, but closed it and just thought about what he'd said for a few seconds. Did I find Nathaniel attractive? Well, yeah. But I found a lot of men attractive. That didn't mean I had to be intimate with them.
"Ma petite, I can hear you breathing. What are you thinking?"
What he said made me think a new thought. "When we first married the marks I could almost read your mind, unless you concentrated to keep me out. Now it's not like that. Maybe the ardeur will be temporary, too."
"Perhaps, we can but hope."
"If I have the ardeur, I'll have to have sex. Isn't that what you wanted?"
"I would be a fool to deny that your enforced chastity is burdensome, but I would never willingly inflict the ardeur on anyone. It is a ... curse, ma petite. The blood lust that I feel can be sated. My body can only hold so much. But the ardeur, oh, ma petite, it is never truly satisfied. There is always that ache, that need. How could I wish that upon you? Though if our Monsieur Zeeman would cooperate, it might be the answer for the two of you to finally reach some permanent arrangement."
"What, move in together?"
"Perhaps." His voice was very careful when he said that one word.
"Richard and I can't be in a room for an hour without arguing, unless we are having sex. Somehow I don't think that makes for domestic bliss."
I felt the first emotion he'd let me feel over the phone--relief. He was relieved. "I want what is best for all of us, ma petite, but as things grow more complex, I am no longer certain what 'best' would be."
"Don't tell me your machinations didn't include some backup plan to cover every eventuality. You are the ultimate plotter, don't tell me you missed a trick."
"I watched Belle Morte fill your eyes with her fire. You are acquiring powers as if you were a Master Vampire, or a Master Lycanthrope. How could I have planned for any of this?"
There was a cold knot of fear in the center of my gut. "So you finally admit that you don't know what the hell is going on either."
"Oui, does that please you?" I heard the first stirrings of anger in his voice. "Are you happy now, ma petite? I am well and truly out of my depth. No one has ever tried to forge an alliance such as we have, an alliance not of master and two slaves, but of three equals. I do not think you appreciate how gentle I am when it comes to hoarding my power. The wolves are my animal to call. Many masters would have forced them to simply be an adjunct to their own vampires."
"Nikolaos's animal to call was rats, not wolves," I said. "By the time you took over as Master of the City, Marcus and Raina's pack was too strong for you to make them an adjunct to your power. Hell, until you replenished the vamps that I killed, they were probably more powerful than you and your vampires."
"Are you implying that the only reason I am not a tyrant is because I didn't have the strength of arms to make it so?"
I thought about that for a second, then said, "I'm not implying it, I'm saying it."
"You think so little of me?"
"I know what you were like two, almost three years ago, and I think then you would have consolidated your power base with very little regard for anyone that got in your way."