is voice like he was surprised。
〃My own version of it； yeah。〃
〃You hold to your own rules no matter what？〃 Merle made it a question。
I nodded。 〃Most of the time。〃
〃What will make you break your own moral code？〃
〃Harm to my people； survival； the usual。〃
Merle's eyes flicked to Micah； sitting beside me。 It was a small movement。 If I hadn't been looking directly at him； I'd have missed it。
〃What？〃 I asked； glancing from one to the other。
Merle answered； 〃You sound like Micah。〃
〃You make that sound like a bad thing；〃 I said。
He shook his head。 〃Not a bad thing； Anita； not a bad thing at all； just unexpected。〃
〃You still don't sound entirely happy about it；〃 I said。
〃Merle worries too much；〃 Micah said。
I glanced at him； but he was watching the big man。 Micah had tied his hair back while it was still wet； so that it lay flat to his head； utterly straight until it spilled out into the long ponytail； where the curls spilled like froth along his spine。 His hair lay like brown velvet against the charcoal gray of his shirt。
〃What does Merle worry about？〃 I asked。
〃Taking care of me； mostly； and now； I think； you。〃
I looked at the big man。 〃Is that what you're worrying about？〃
〃Something like that；〃 Merle said。 He'd put a clean white T…shirt underneath his jean jacket； but other than that； he was wearing an identical outfit to the first one I'd ever seen him in。 If he'd been wearing more leather； he'd have looked like an aging biker。
Micah turned towards me。 His shirt made that rich； slithery sound that silk makes against leather seats。 The dark gray shirt was short…sleeved； button…up； dressy。 The color brought out the gold…green of his eyes； made his skin look even darker。 He'd matched the shirt with black jeans； black belt； silver buckle； soft black tie…up shoes。 It occurred to me for the first time that he looked like he'd dressed for a date。 Had he dressed to impress me or Jean…Claude？ It was a semiformal occasion for any alpha to meet the Master of the City。 But especially one that was fucking the Master's human servant。 I just wasn't sure how to handle the whole situation。 Jean…Claude had taken Micah in stride in theory； but how would he react to seeing him in the flesh？ How would Micah react to seeing Jean…Claude？
Damn it； I had enough to worry about without having to juggle male egos。
〃You're frowning again；〃 Micah said。
I shook my head。 〃It's nothing。 Let's get this over with。〃
〃Why do you sound less than thrilled？〃
I had my door open and turned back around to say； 〃We're here to rescue Damian。 I don't know what shape he's going to be in。 Why would I be thrilled？〃
〃I know you're worried about your friend； but are you sure that that's really what's bothering you？〃
I frowned at him。 〃What are you talking about？〃
〃I'm nervous about meeting the Master of the City； too。〃
It was almost like he'd read my mind。 We didn't know each other well enough for him to really read me； but 。。。 he was either telepathic； which I didn't believe； or he could read me that well。 I wasn't sure which thought bothered me more。
I let out a breath and half slumped in the seat。 〃Yeah； I'm a little nervous about introducing you to Jean…Claude。 He was cool about you in the abstract； even knowing that we've been together； but seeing you in the flesh 。。。 〃 I tried to think how to word it。 〃I don't know how he'll feel about that。〃
〃Will it make you feel any better if I promise to behave myself？〃
〃Maybe； if you can pull it off。〃
〃I can pull it off；〃 he said； giving me very serious eye contact。 He certainly vibrated sincerity。
〃Don't take this wrong； Micah； but I've been disappointed pretty badly recently by the men in my life。 It's a little hard to trust that anyone can pull it off。〃
He reached out to touch me； then let his hand fall back； as if something in my face hadn't been friendly。 〃I'll do my best tonight； Anita； that I can promise。〃
I sighed。 〃I believe you。〃
〃But；〃 he said。
I had to smile。 〃Your intentions are good； my intentions are good； Jean…Claude's intentions are probably good。〃 I shrugged。 〃You know what they say about good intentions。〃
〃My best is all I can offer；〃 he said。
〃And it's all I can ask； but let's say I'm not exactly sure how to handle this。 I'd barely gotten to where I could deal with Richard and Jean…Claude at the same time； and now here you are。 I just don't know。〃
〃I can go back to your house；〃 he said。
〃No； Jean…Claude asked to meet you。〃
Micah looked at me。 〃And that makes you nervous。〃
I half…laughed。 〃Oh； yeah。〃
〃Why？〃
〃If Jean…Claude were having sex with someone else； I wouldn't want to meet them。〃
Micah shrugged。 〃Do you think he means me harm？〃
〃No；〃 I said； 〃no； nothing like that。〃 I tried to put it into words and couldn't。 Maybe it was just my lack of sophistication。 How do you introduce boyfriend C to boyfriend A； after boyfriend A has been such a good sport； of late； about boyfriend B； who is no longer in the picture？ Or maybe it was the way Jean…Claude had asked for him。 〃Bring your Nimir…Raj； ma petite； I would like to meet him。〃
〃Why？〃 I'd asked。
〃Am I not entitled to meet the other man in your bed？〃
It had made me blush。 But here Micah was； and here we were outside the Circus。 Jean…Claude was inside； waiting。 I was actually more scared about introducing the two of them than I was worried about Damian。 If Jean…Claude didn't try and kill Micah； then I'd worry about Damian。 I was ninety…nine percent sure that Jean…Claude wouldn't start a fight。 It was the last one percent that clenched my gut into a tight knot as we moved out into the darkness。
The two new bodyguards came up to flank me as I walked towards the back door。 They were both over six feet； male； and radiated bodyguard badass。 Other than that they were almost opposites。 Cris （no h； it's short for Cristiano） was mid…twenty…something； skin tanned a soft gold； eyes a pale shade of gray blue。 His hair was that shade of pale brown that some people call blond。 Bobby Lee was over forty； very short hair； gone white gray； eyebrows still black above startling blue eyes； like bits of water…blue sapphires。 He had a neatly trimmed mustache and beard that were also black； with the first streaks of white and gray running through them。
Cris had no accent whatsoever； but Bobby Lee's voice was thick as hominy； and twice as Southern。
Nathaniel tried to stand next to me； and Cris moved to keep him away。 〃He's with me；〃 I said。
〃We were ordered to keep you safe。 I don't know him。〃
〃Look； both of you； we don't have time for major introductions here。 He's one of my wereleopards； so are the two blonds。 Micah's the one with the ponytail； the two men with him his leopards。〃
〃Who's the redhead？〃 Bobby Lee asked。
〃Gil； he's a werefox； and he's under my protection； too。〃
〃They're like walking cannon fodder；〃 Cris said。
I frowned up at him。 〃Most of this cannon fodder are friends； or more； to me。 If the shit hits the fan and you save me at the expense of their lives； you will follow them。〃
〃Our orders are to keep you safe； ma'am； no one else；〃 Bobby Lee said。
I shook my head and drew Nathaniel into the crook of my arm。 〃What would Rafael do if you protected him but got his people slaughtered？〃
They glanced at each other。 Bobby Lee finally spoke。 〃It would depend on the situation。〃
〃Yeah； maybe； but I'm armed； and can take care of myself most of the time。 I need backup； not interference。〃
〃We weren't told to be backup；〃 Bobby Lee said。
〃I know； but tonight there may be a certain amount of grandstanding。 Jean…Claude won't let me get hurt； but he might play with some of the others； even me。 Don't overreact； okay？〃
〃You're making it so we can't do our job；〃 Cris said。
I shrugged； hugging Nathaniel to me。 〃I appreciate you being here。 I appreciate the help。 I might be dead right now if Igor and Claudia hadn't been with me。 But there are people who I would risk my life to keep safe； and some of them are with me tonight。 All I'm saying is keep cool； don't overreact； don't jump the gun。〃
Again they looked at each other。 I sighed。 Bobby Lee was wearing a sleeveless jean jacket over his T…shirt。 Cris wore a short…sleeved dress shirt and oversized black tank top untucked； sloppy over his khaki pants。 It was too hot to wear a coat。 But I was wearing a black silk shirt open over a black tank top myself。 I had my shirt tucked in； and the Firestar 9mm in a front draw across the front of all that black。 Most people wouldn't see it； black on black。 But the long…sleeved shirt was hiding guns and knives。 I was betting that Bobby Lee had at least one gun under his jacket； probably at the small of his back； because there was no bulge； no matter how slight； under either arm。 It was hard to see the bulge under Cris's left arm。 He'd chosen a shirt with a lot of print on it； bright patterns to distract the eye； but a hot wind blew his shirt back； and I caught a glimpse of his shoulder holster。 I couldn't be sure what was under the untucked tank top； but I was betting at least one more gun； in front for a cross…draw； just like mine。
〃You cannot shoot anyone tonight unless I say so； how's that for clear？〃
〃We have our orders；〃