“I am sorry, Kaazim. I did not mean to make you sad,” Nathaniel said.

   The werejackal looked at him, but his eyes didn’t soften. He looked at Nathaniel as if he hated him. “You did not, but the vampire did.”

   Damian’s voice came thick and slow like he’d been woken from a wonderful nap that might have included a sweet dream or two. “I did not mean to make you sad either, Kaazim.”

   “I do not believe you.”

   “I remember what it was like to lose everything to a vampire, Kaazim. I would not willingly draw such a memory from your mind to mine.”

   “It did not seem to make you or Nathaniel sad.”

   “The energy was amazing, like being drunk on strong spirits, but your downer was not lost in our high. I promise you that.” Damian reached out and touched the other man’s shoulder, but he jerked back and got to his feet in one smooth motion that ended in the slightest of sways.

   “Are you all right, Kaazim?” I asked.

   Nathaniel moved out of Domino’s arms and motioned him toward the other man, but Ethan had gotten to him first. Kaazim stood very straight and firm, but he was leaning just a bit against the wall. Ethan reached out toward his arm, but stopped when Kaazim glared at him. “May I take your arm, just to steady you?”

   “I would like to tell you no, but it is as if the vampire took more than just the small amount of blood. I should not feel like this unless I have fed several vampires in a very short space of time.”

   Ethan reached out slowly and took the other man’s elbow; when he didn’t protest he took a more solid grip. “I have you,” he said.

   “It is not you having me that I fear,” he said, and looked not at Damian, but at me.

   “Why do I get that look? I didn’t do anything to you.”

   “Damian is your creature, Anita. What he does is your doing.”

   “You know that’s not as true as what the council and Mommy Noir convinced people of, right?”

   “I know that Damian has never had this kind of power, but Jean-Claude does, and through him . . . you.”

   The look he gave me was chilling, so much so that I struggled to my feet, and Dev helped me, moving me farther away from one of my own bodyguards. Pride moved in front of us, closer to the werejackal.

   “That small extra space will not save you if I deem it otherwise.”

   “I know,” I said, and fought not to just pull a gun while I had the chance. It shouldn’t come to that, so I made the choice not to draw a weapon. If he crossed those few feet and killed me I was going to feel really stupid.

   “Then why move away from me, my queen?” His voice was icy with his anger, like the desert in the grip of winter’s cold.

   “You know you’d have to get through all of us before you hurt Anita,” Dev said; he’d already moved himself a little in front of me so that I was partially behind that big upper body of his. Pride said nothing, just took a fight stance. It telegraphed his move, but they all practiced together. They knew each other’s moves; there would be no surprises during the fighting, only that there was a fight at all.

   Ethan said, “Kaazim, do not threaten to break your oath to Jean-Claude and Anita.” He was standing nearest to him, but his voice was calmest, his energy gentle, even soothing. I began to see why he’d been able to establish a relationship with the volatile werebear Nilda.

   “Do you think that I will not hurt you because you have brought happiness to one of us?”

   Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who was thinking of Nilda. “No, Kaazim, I think you could kill me, but not out of fear.”

   “I am not afraid of you, boy.”

   “No one is,” he said with a smile.

   The comment made Kaazim think harder, because it was a puzzling comment, which was probably what Ethan was aiming for, because Kaazim would calm down if he could think long enough to not just lash out. I was 99.9 percent sure of that; the fraction of uncertainty was because I didn’t know why getting those memories had scared him this badly.

   “I’m sorry for whatever just happened, Kaazim,” I said.

   “I meant only to take blood from your wrist, Kaazim. I give you my oath that I intended nothing more.” Damian had stayed sitting against the wall. I think he could have stood, but he didn’t want to appear more threatening to the other man, and since he was so much taller, sitting was definitely less threatening.

   “You smell like you tell the truth, but I have never had a vampire siphon off my energy like that without centuries of practice at doing it on purpose.”

   I tried to move around Dev and Pride and have more direct eye contact with him, but the two men were too in the way. “You told me yourself, Kaazim, that you wonder how much of the Mother’s power went into me when I drank her down. This feels more like her than us.”

   He looked at me, and it wasn’t a good look. “Is that supposed to make me feel better, my queen?”

   I held the weight of his dark brown eyes with my own. “I was hoping, yeah.”

   “So either you are lying to me, or you have power inside you that you can neither control nor know when it will surface. Which of these is a comfort?”

   “Put that way, it sounds sort of bad, but I meant it to be comforting.”

   He shook his head and sighed. “I am well enough to stand now, weretiger.”

   Ethan hesitated and then moved his hand slowly from the other man’s arm. Kaazim stayed standing nice and steady. He even moved away from the wall so he wasn’t leaning against anything.

   “Your naïveté is one of your charms, Anita, but it is also a weakness, because it speaks to a lack of experience with the amount of power you now have inside you.”

   “Then perhaps, old friend, it is time to realize that everyone here is a child, except us, and to give them the understanding and teaching that requires,” Jake said. He and Fortune came around the corner and seemed to know everything that had just happened, which made me wonder how long they’d been listening just out of sight.

   “Nice of you to join the party,” I said.

   “Do you not understand, Jake? These children were able to get through my defenses.”

   “Were you shielding as hard as you could when you let Damian feed?” Fortune asked.

   Kaazim didn’t look surprised, exactly, but he stiffened, flinched maybe.

   “You weren’t, were you?” she said.

   “I did not think it was necessary.”

   “You were arrogant,” she said, smiling to take some of the sting out of her words.