lways had to get the last joke； the last ment； that one bit too many。 I worried that someday with someone else that little quirk might get him hurt； or worse。
Richard propped himself up on one elbow； moving slowly as if he wasn't sure everything was working。 〃I don't know if that felt better than anything else we've ever done； or worse。〃
〃It feels like a bination of a hangover and mild flu to me；〃 I said。
〃And yet it feels good；〃 Jean…Claude said。
I finally got upright and found that they both had a hand at my back to support me； as if their movements had been simultaneous。
I actually leaned in against their hands； rather than telling them to move。 One； I was still shaky； two； I just didn't find the physical contact unpleasant。 All these months of trying to forge the wereleopards into a cohesive； friendly unit； and it was me that had learned to be cohesive and friendly。 Me that had learned that not every helping hand is a threat to my independence。 Me that had learned that not every offer of physical closeness is a trap or a lie。
Richard sat up first； slowly； keeping his hand on my back。 Then Jean…Claude sat up； keeping his hand very still against me。 I felt them exchange glances。 This was the moment that I usually pulled away。 We'd have some fantastic sex； metaphysical or otherwise； and that was my cue to close down； hide。 We were in public； all the more reason to do it。
I didn't pull away。 Richard's arm slid cautiously up my back； over my shoulders。 Jean…Claude's arm moved lower around my waist。 They both pulled me into the curve of their bodies as if they were some huge； warm vinyl…covered chair with a pulse。
Some say that in that moment during sex when you both have an orgasm your auras drop； you blend your energies； yourselves together。 You share so much more than just your body during sex； it's one of the reasons you should be careful who you do it with。 Just sitting there on the floor with them was like that。 I could feel their energies moving through me； like a low…level current； a distant hum。 In time I was pretty sure it would bee white noise something you can ignore； like psychic shielding when you no longer have to concentrate on it。 But now it was like we would always walk； move； through that dreamy afterglow where you were still connected； still not quite back in your own skin。 I didn't push them away； because I didn't want to。 Pushing them away would have been redundant。 We didn't need to touch to breach the barriers anymore。 And that should have scared me more than anything else； but it didn't。
Narcissus walked out into the middle of the floor and a soft light fell upon him； growing ever so gradually brighter。 〃Well； my friends； we have had a treat tonight； have we not？〃
More applause； screams； and animal noises filled the dimness。 Narcissus held up his hands until the crowd fell quiet。 〃I think we have had our climax for the night。〃 A smattering of laughter at that。 〃We will save our show until tomorrow； for to do less would be to dishonor what we have been offered here tonight。〃
The woman； who was still standing to the back of the dance floor in her robe； said； 〃I can't pete with that。〃
Narcissus blew her a kiss。 〃It is not a petition； sweet Miranda； it is that we all have our gifts。 Some are merely more rare than others。〃 He turned and stared at us as he said the last。 His eyes were pale and oddly colored； and it took me a second or two to realize that Narcissus's eyes had bled to his beast。 Hyena eyes； I guess； though truthfully； I didn't know what hyena eyes looked like。 I just knew they weren't human eyes。
He knelt beside us； smoothing his dress down in an automatic and strangely odd gesture that I'd never seen a man make before。 Of course； he was also the first man I'd ever seen in a dress。 There was probably a cause and effect。
Narcissus lowered his voice。 〃I would love to speak with you in private about this。〃
〃Of course；〃 Jean…Claude said； 〃but first we have other business。〃
Narcissus leaned in close； lowering his voice until it was necessary to lean forward to hear him。 〃As I have two of my guards waiting with her leopards so no harm will e； there is time to talk。 Or should I say； your leopards； for surely now； what belongs to one； belongs to all。〃 He had leaned so far over that his cheek nearly touched Jean…Claude on one side and my face on the other。
〃No；〃 I said； 〃the leopards are mine。〃
〃Really；〃 Narcissus said。 He turned his face that fraction of an inch and brushed his lips against mine。 It might have been an accident； but I doubted it。 〃You don't share everything； then？〃
I moved my face just far enough away so we weren't touching。 〃No。〃
〃So good to know；〃 he whispered。 He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Jean…Claude's lips。 I was startled； frozen for a second wondering exactly what to do。
Jean…Claude knew exactly what to do。 He put one finger in the man's chest and pushed； not with muscle； but with power。 The power of the marks； the power that we had all just moments before solidified。 Jean…Claude drew on it as if he'd done it a thousand times before； effortlessly； gracefully； mandingly。
Narcissus was pushed back from him by a rush of invisible power that I could feel tugging on my body。 And I knew that most of the people in the room could feel it； as well。 Narcissus stayed crouched on the floor； staring at Jean…Claude； staring at all of us。 The look on his face was angry； but there was more hunger in it than rage； a hunger denied。
〃We need to talk in private；〃 Narcissus insisted。
Jean…Claude nodded。 〃That would be best； I think。〃
There was a weight of things left unsaid in that short exchange。 I felt Richard's puzzlement mirror my own； before I turned my head to glance back at him。 The movement put our faces close enough so that we could almost have kissed。 I could tell just by the expression in his eyes that he didn't know what was going on。 And he seemed to know that I could tell； because he didn't bother to shrug or make any outward acknowledgment。 It wasn't telepathy； though to an outsider it might look that way。 It was more extreme empathy； as if I could read every nuance on his face； the smallest change； and know what it meant。
I was still pressed in the circle of Richard's and Jean…Claude's arms； a strange amount of bare skin touching all of us my back； Richard's chest and stomach； Jean…Claude's arm。 There was something incredibly right about the touching； the closeness。 I felt Jean…Claude's attention turn； before I moved my head to meet his eyes。
The look in those drowning eyes held worlds of things unsaid； unasked； all so tremblingly close。 Because for once he didn't see in my eyes the barriers that kept all those words trapped。 It had to be the marriage of the marks affecting me； but that night I think he could have asked me anything； anything； and I wasn't sure I'd say no。
What he finally said was； 〃Shall we retire to privacy to discuss business with Narcissus？〃 His voice had its usual smoothness。 Only his eyes held uncertainty and a need so large he almost had no words for it。 We'd all waited so long for my surrender。 I knew that the phrasing wasn't mine。 It sounded more like something Jean…Claude would think； but with Richard also pressed against my body I wasn't really sure who was thinking it。 I only knew it hadn't been me。
Even before the marks had merged I'd had moments like this。 Moments when their thoughts invaded mine； overrode mine。 The images had been the worst nightmare flashes of feeding on the warm bodies of animals； of drinking blood from people I didn't know。 It had been this mingling； this loss of self； that had terrified me； sent me running for anything that would keep me whole keep me myself。 Tonight； that just didn't seem important。 Definitely an aftereffect of the metaphysical union of marks。 But knowing what it was didn't make it go away。 It was a dangerous night。
Jean…Claude said； 〃Ma petite； are you well？ I am feeling much better； energized in fact。 Are you still ill？〃
I shook my head。 〃No； I feel fine。〃 Fine didn't really cover it。 Energized was a good word for it； but there were others。 How long could it take to rescue the wereleopards from yet another disaster？ The night wasn't young； dawn would e； and I wanted to be alone with them before that。 I realized with a jolt that ran all the way down my body； that tonight was it。 If we could get some privacy and not be interrupted； all things would suddenly be possible。
Richard and Jean…Claude both stood up； in a boneless movement of grace for the vampire and pure energy for the werewolf。 I gazed at them as they stood above me； and I was suddenly eager to have the other business done with。 I wasn't as worried about the leopards as I should have been； and that did bother me。 Whatever this effect was； it was distracting me from more important things。 Saving the leopards was why I'd e。 It was the first time I'd really thought of them in a while。
I shook my head trying to clear it of sex and magic and the weight of possibilities in Richard's eyes。 Jean…Claude's eyes were more cautious； but I'd taught him caution where I was concerned。
I held my hands up to both of them。 I never asked for help to stand unless I was bl