ame into her own。 She survived a supernatural onslaught unlike any she had ever faced before and she did it without the two men in her life。
Now； six months have passed since Anita has seen either Jean…Claude or Richard。 Six months of celibacy。 Six months of indecision。 Six months of danger。 For her body carries the marks of both vampire and werewolf； and until the triumvirate is consummated； all three remain vulnerable。
But when a kidnapper targets innocents that Anita has sworn to protect； she needs all the help she can get。 In an earth…shattering union； Anita； Jean…Claude； and Richard merge the marks and melt into one another。 Suddenly； Anita can harness both their powers。 She can feel their hearts 。。。 hear their thoughts 。。。 know their hungers 。。。。
Nothing can save Anita from a twist of fate that draws her ever closer to the brink of humanity to finally surrender to the bloodlust； the beast； and the desire transforming her body and consuming her soul。
1
JUNE HAD E in like its usual hot； sweaty self； but a freak cold front had moved in during the night and the car radio had been full of the record low temperatures。 It was only in the low sixties； not that cold； but after weeks of eighty… and ninety…plus； it felt downright frigid。 My best friend； Ronnie Sims； and I were sitting in my Jeep with the windows down； letting the unseasonably cool air drift in on us。 Ronnie had turned thirty tonight。 We were talking about how she felt about the big 3…0 and other girl talk。 Considering that she's a private detective and I raise the dead for a living it was pretty ordinary talk。 Sex； guys； turning thirty； vampires； werewolves。 You know； the usual。
We could have gone inside the house； but there is something about the intimacy of a car after dark that makes you want to linger。 Or maybe it was the sweet smell of springlike air ing through the windows like the caress of some half…remembered lover。
〃Okay； so he's a werewolf。 No one's perfect；〃 Ronnie said。 〃Date him； sleep with him； marry him。 My vote's for Richard。〃
〃I know you don't like Jean…Claude。〃
〃Don't like him！〃 Her hands gripped the passenger…side door handle； squeezing it until I could see the tension in her shoulders。 I think she was counting to ten。
〃If I killed as easily as you do； I'd have killed that son of a bitch two years ago and your life would be a lot less plicated now。〃
That last was an understatement。 But 。。。 〃I don't want him dead； Ronnie。〃
〃He's a vampire； Anita。 He is dead。〃 She turned and looked at me in the dark。 Her soft gray eyes and yellow hair had turned to silver and near white in the cold light of the stars。 The shadows and bright reflected light left her face in bold relief； like some modern painting。 But the look on her face was almost frightening。 There was a fearful determination there。
If it had been me with that look on my face； I'd have warned me not to do anything stupid； like kill Jean…Claude。 But Ronnie wasn't a shooter。 She'd killed twice； both times to save my life。 I owed her。 But she wasn't a person who could hunt someone down in cold blood and kill him。 Not even a vampire。 I knew this about her； so I didn't have to caution her。 〃I used to think I knew what dead was or wasn't； Ronnie。〃 I shook my head。 〃The line isn't so clear…cut。〃
〃He seduced you；〃 she said。
I looked away from her angry face and stared at the foil…wrapped swan in my lap。 Deirdorfs and Hart； where we'd had dinner； got creative with their doggy bags： foil…wrapped animals。 I couldn't argue with Ronnie； and I was getting tired of trying。
Finally； I said； 〃Every lover seduces you； Ronnie； that's the way it works。〃
She slammed her hands so hard onto the dashboard it startled me and must have hurt her。 〃Damn it； Anita； it's not the same。〃
I was starting to get angry； and I didn't want to be angry； not with Ronnie。 I had taken her out to dinner to make her feel better； not to fight。 Louis Fane； her steady boyfriend； was out of town at a conference； and she was bummed about that； and about turning thirty。 So I'd tried to make her feel better； and she seemed determined to make me feel worse。
〃Look； I haven't seen either Jean…Claude or Richard for six months。 I'm not dating either of them； so we can skip the lecture on vampire ethics。〃
〃Now that's an oxymoron；〃 she said。
〃What is？〃 I asked。
〃Vampire ethics；〃 she said。
I frowned at her。 〃That's not fair； Ronnie。〃
〃You are a vampire executioner； Anita。 You are the one who taught me that they aren't just people with fangs。 They are monsters。〃
I'd had enough。 I opened the car door and slid to the edge of the seat。 Ronnie grabbed my shoulder。 〃Anita； I'm sorry。 I'm sorry。 Please don't be mad。〃
I didn't turn around。 I sat there with my feet hanging out the door； the cool air creeping into the closer warmth of the car。
〃Then drop it； Ronnie。 I mean drop it。〃
She leaned over and gave me a quick hug from behind。 〃I'm sorry。 It's none of my business who you sleep with。〃
I leaned into the hug for a moment。 〃That's right； it's not。〃 Then I pulled away and got out of the car。 My high heels crunched on the gravel of my driveway。 Ronnie had wanted us to dress up； so we had。 It was her birthday。 It wasn't until after dinner that I'd realized her diabolical scheme。 She'd had me wear heels and a nice little black skirt outfit。 The top was actually； gasp； a well…fitted halter top。 Or would that be backless evening wear？ However pricey it was； it was still a very short skirt and a halter top。 Ronnie had helped me pick the outfit out about a week ago。 I should have known her innocent 〃oh； let's just both dress up〃 was a ruse。 There had been other dresses that covered more skin and had longer hemlines； but none that camouflaged the belly…band holster that cut across my lower waist。 I'd actually taken the holster along with us on the shopping trip； just to be sure。 Ronnie thought I was being paranoid； but I don't go anywhere after dark unarmed。 Period。
The skirt was just roomy enough and black enough to hide the fact that I wore the belly band and a Firestar 9mm。 The top was heavy enough material； what there was of it； that you really couldn't see the handle of the gun under the cloth。 All I had to do was lift the bottom of the top and the gun was right there； ready to be drawn。 It was the most user…friendly dressy outfit I'd ever owned。 Made me wish they made it in a different color so I could have two of them。
Ronnie's plan had been to go to a club on her birthday。 A dance club。 Eek。 I never went to clubs。 I did not dance。 But I went in with her。 Yes； she got me out on the floor； mainly because her dancing alone was attracting too much unwanted male attention。 At least with both of us dancing together the would…be Casanovas stayed at a distance。 Though saying I danced was inaccurate。 I stood there and sort of swayed。 Ronnie danced。 She danced like it was her last night on Earth and she had to put every muscle to good use。 It was spectacular； and a little frightening。 There was something almost desperate to it； as if Ronnie felt the cold hand of time creeping up faster and faster。 Or maybe that was just me projecting my own insecurities。 I'd turned twenty…six early in the year； and； frankly； at the rate I was going； I probably wouldn't have to worry about hitting thirty。 Death cures all ills。 Well； most of them。
There had been one man who had attached himself to me instead of Ronnie。 I didn't understand why。 She was a tall leggy blond； dancing like she was having sex with the music。 But he offered me drinks。 I don't drink。 He tried to slow dance。 I refused。 I finally had to be rude。 Ronnie told me to dance with him； at least he was human。 I told her that birthday guilt only went so far； and she'd used hers up。
The last thing on God's green earth that I needed was another man in my life。 I didn't have a clue what to do with the two I had already。 The fact that they were； respectively； a Master Vampire and an Ulfric； werewolf king； was only part of the problem。 That fact alone should let you know just how deep a hole I was digging。 Or would that be； already have dug？ Yeah； already dug。 I was about halfway to China and still throwing dirt up in the air。
I'd been celibate for six months。 So； as far as I knew； had they。 Everyone was waiting for me to make up my mind。 Waiting for me to choose； or decide； something； anything。
I'd been a rock for half a year； because I'd stayed away from them。 I hadn't seen them； in the flesh anyway。 I had returned no phone calls。 I had run for the hills at the first hint of cologne。 Why such drastic measures？ Frankly； because almost every time I saw them； I fell off the chastity wagon。 They both had my libido； but I was trying to decide who had my heart。 I still didn't know。 The only thing I had decided was that it was time to stop hiding。 I had to see them and figure out what we were all going to do。 I'd decided two weeks ago that I needed to see them。 It was the day that I refilled my birth…control pill prescription； and started taking it again。 The very last thing I needed was a surprise pregnancy。 That the first thing I thought of when I thought of Richard and Jean…Claude was to go back on birth control tells you something