There was that frozen moment when the men looked down and I could almost feel the click in Tommy’s head, as he thought of something else he could do to me. I tasted blood when I swallowed. He’d busted my lip a little when he hit me, and the taste of my own blood made the beasts inside me rise like heat over my skin. They didn’t like getting hit in the face either. I was alone in my head with all my beasts for the first time ever, with no more experienced lycanthrope inside me to help me. My body felt like it was starting to catch fire, so hot.

   “What the hell are you?” Tommy whispered. He was still holding my arm.

   I saw Nathaniel between their bodies. He was free and picking up the knife Rodina had dropped. Barnabas started to turn; if I hadn’t seen Nathaniel, if there hadn’t been two of them, if my beasts had had a few seconds more to rise, if I had had access to anyone’s power besides my own, but I didn’t. I called the only power I had that would kill and distract while it happened. I’d learned how to drain life energy through the touch of skin to skin from Obsidian Butterfly. She hadn’t meant to teach me how to do one of her tricks, but one of my gifts was that if a vampire used a power on or around me often enough, I retained it either temporarily or forever. This one was forever.

   It took Tommy a second to realize something was wrong, and then his hand where he touched me started to dry out, as if I’d put an invisible straw in his skin and he was a juice box. He tried to let go of me, but he couldn’t. He yelled, “What are you doing?”

   “Defending myself,” I said, and my voice sounded distant, peaceful, because it felt good to drink him down, so much energy.

   “Barnabas, help me!”

   Barnabas started to reach out, but Nathaniel leapt onto his back and thrust the knife into his chest. The man made a sound and plunged his elbow back into Nathaniel, trying to get him off his back, which meant Nathaniel had missed the heart. He stabbed him again and this time Barnabas fell to his knees with Nathaniel still riding him.

   Tommy was screaming now, and his body was covered in deep lines, as if he was in a desert where the sun was draining him dry, but it wasn’t the sun or the heat, it was just me. I had no idea if anyone was close enough to hear the screams, but I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to, because the moment I stopped feeding on his energy, he’d be free to turn and help Barnabas fight Nathaniel. He was still stabbing, trying to get a killing blow as the other man struggled. I could not afford for another trained man to join the fight Nathaniel would lose. So I stared into Tommy’s eyes and watched his skin run dry until it was like leather, and still he screamed, higher and more piteously but I couldn’t afford pity. Pity would kill us.

   Nathaniel staggered to his feet covered in blood and breathing hard, but the other man didn’t get up. Nathaniel had won. We’d survived because he’d killed Barnabas. I stared at the dried husk that was the man I was slowly killing. The strong hand that had grabbed my arm was just bones covered in dry skin. It didn’t even feel like a hand anymore, and still I fed on the very essence of his life. If I stopped now, I could give back the energy I’d stolen and he’d heal, but I didn’t want him to heal. We were fighting for our lives. Tommy didn’t get to live any longer than Barnabas had.

   Nathaniel’s voice was hoarse, almost as if he’d been the one screaming. “Can I undo your wrist? Is it safe to touch you?”

   “No,” I said, and I swallowed all the power I’d gained from the man in front of me. I pushed the urge to feed and feed and feed back in the dark box of my soul, and Tommy fell to the floor like a broken doll.

   Nathaniel reached up one hand and undid my right wrist. He still had the completely blood-soaked knife in his other hand. It felt good to have one wrist free, but the magic was still there, still blocking me. I reached over and undid the other wrist myself. The moment that I wasn’t touching the chains I could suddenly hear all my people; every metaphysical link was there again. Nathaniel was there again, bright and like another beating heart. I swayed with the fear from Dev, and Damian came back to life inside my head like a piece of myself that I hadn’t known was missing.

   Nathaniel reached out to me and then dropped his bloody hand before he touched me. “I can feel you again.”

   “Wipe your hands on his sweater,” I said, motioning to the dried husk that was lying at our feet beside the bloody mess that was our other victim.

   Nathaniel squatted down and wiped his hands, and the knife on the sweater, and then stood back up. “He’s still screaming.”

   “I can’t hear him.”

   “I can.”

   “Hand me the knife.” He gave it to me without comment. I knelt down, and now I could hear a high-pitched noise. He would stay alive in there, maybe indefinitely. Obsidian Butterfly had used it as punishment for her people, placing them in stone coffins until she wanted to get them back out and forgive them. I plunged the blade through the dry paper skin of the lower chest, turned the blade sharply up and in, until I felt the thicker meat of the heart. Most of the rest of the insides had dried out like the skin, but the heart was still there, almost as thick and alive as normal. I drove the blade up into that beating source of life until the screaming stopped.

   I stood up and offered Nathaniel the blade again. He shook his head. “No, you keep it. It took me a lot to kill the other one. You did it in one strike. I’m not good enough with a knife yet.”

   “It comes with practice,” I said.

   He nodded. I knelt down and was getting Tommy’s gun out of its holster to give to Nathaniel when Rodina came down the stairs so quietly we didn’t hear her at all. She had a Glock in her hand pointed nice and steady. Some days you just can’t win for losing. Fuck.

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   SHE LOOKED AT us, smiling, and finally laughed, “Here I come to rescue you, and I’m not sure you need it.”

   “Why would you help us?” Nathaniel asked.

   “Because the Lady Bitch is not our Evil Queen.”

   “And you think I am?”

   She looked at us and then to the floor at the bodies. “Maybe I don’t know much about being good, but I don’t think that’s it.”

   I couldn’t argue, so I didn’t try. I just stripped the gun off of the body that I had killed, and handed it to Nathaniel along with an extra magazine. If you’re going to loot the bodies, take the extra ammo. The gun was a Glock, never my favorite. It just didn’t fit my hand right. Nathaniel checked to make sure it was loaded, automatically. It was good to see he’d been paying attention.

   “Thank you for letting me see you feed on her, Anita. I have had my fill of that pale bitch.”

   I gazed into those black eyes so like her brother’s and realized, “Somehow, I rolled you when I rolled your brother.”