hey had been dipped into liquid patent leather。 Vinyl boots came up just over his knees； gleaming as if they'd been spit polished。 Everything about him gleamed； the dark glow of his clothes； the shining whiteness of his skin。 Then abruptly he turned as if he felt me gazing at him。
Staring full into his face； even from across a room； made me catch my breath。 He was beautiful。 That heartrending beauty that was masculine but treaded the line between what was male and what was female。 Not exactly androgynous； but close to it。
But as he moved towards me； the movement was utterly male； graceful as if he heard music in his head that he quietly danced to。 But the walk； the movement of his shoulders women did not move like that。
Jason patted my hand。
I jumped； staring at him。
He put his mouth close enough to my ear to whisper…shout above the music； 〃Breathe； Anita； remember to breathe。〃
I blushed； because that was how Jean…Claude affected me like I was fourteen and was having the crush of my life。 Jason tightened his grip on me； as if he thought I might make a run for it。 Not a bad idea。 I looked back； and saw that Jean…Claude was very near。 The first time I saw the blue…green roil of the Caribbean； I cried； because it was so beautiful。 Jean…Claude made me feel like that； like I should weep at his beauty。 It was like being offered an original da Vinci； not just to hang on your wall and admire； but to roll around on top of。 It seemed wrong。 Yet I stood there； clutching Jason's arm； my heart hammering so hard I almost couldn't hear the music。 I was scared； but it wasn't knife…in…the…dark scared； it was rabbit…in…the…headlights scared。 I was caught； as I usually was with Jean…Claude； between two disparate instincts。 Part of me wanted to run to him； to close the distance and climb his body and pull it around me。 The other part wanted to run screaming into the night and pray he didn't follow。
He stood in front of me； but made no move to touch me； to close that last small space。 He seemed as unwilling to touch me as I was to touch him。 Was he afraid of me？ Or did he sense my own fear and fear he might scare me off？ We stood there simply staring at each other。 His eyes were still the same dark； dark blue； with a wealth of black lashes lacing them。
Jason kissed my cheek； lightly； like you'd kiss your sister。 It still made me jump。 〃I'm feeling like a third wheel。 You two play nice。〃 And he pulled away from me； leaving Jean…Claude and me staring at each other。
I don't know what we would have said； because three men joined us before we could decide。 The shortest of the three was only about five feet seven； and he was wearing more makeup on his pale triangular face than I was。 The makeup was well done； but he wasn't trying to look like a woman。 His black hair was cut very short； though you could tell that it would be curly if it was long。 He was wearing a black lace dress； long…sleeved； fitted at the waist； showing a slender but muscular chest。 The skirt spilled out around him； almost June Cleaverish； and his stockings were black； with a very delicate spiderweb pattern。 He wore open…toed sandals with spike heels； and both his toenails and his fingernails were painted black。 He looked 。。。 lovely。 But what made the outfit was the sense of power in him。 It hung around him like an expensive perfume； and I knew he was an alpha something。
Jean…Claude spoke first。 〃This is Narcissus； owner of this establishment。〃
Narcissus held out his hand。 I was momentarily confused about whether I was supposed to shake the hand or kiss it。 If he'd been trying to pass for a woman； I'd have known the kiss would have been appropriate； but he wasn't。 He wasn't so much cross…dressing as just dressing the way he wanted。 I shook his hand。 The grip was strong； but not too strong。 He didn't try and test my strength； which some lycanthropes will do。 He was secure； was Narcissus。
The two men behind him loomed over all of us； each well over six feet。 One had a wide； muscular chest that was left mostly bare through a plicated crisscross of black leather straps。 He had blond hair； cut very short on the sides and gelled into short spikes on top。 His eyes were pale； and the look in them was not friendly。 The second man was slimmer； built more like a professional basketball player than a weightlifter。 But the arms that showed from the leather vest were corded with muscle all the same。 His skin was almost as dark as the leather he was wearing。 All these two needed were a couple of tattoos apiece； and they would have screamed badass。
Narcissus said； 〃This is Ulysses and Ajax。〃 Ajax was the blond； and Ulysses was the oh…so brunette。
〃Greek myths； nice naming convention；〃 I said。
Narcissus blinked large dark eyes at me。 Either he didn't think I was funny； or he simply didn't care。 The music stopped abruptly。 We were suddenly standing in a great roaring silence； and it was shocking。 Narcissus spoke at a level where I could hear him； but people nearby couldn't。 He'd known the music would stop。 〃I know your reputation； Ms。 Blake。 I must have the gun。〃
I glanced at Jean…Claude。
〃I did not tell him。〃
〃e； Ms。 Blake； I can smell the gun； even over 。。。 〃 He sniffed the air； head tilted back just a little； 〃your Oscar de la Renta。〃
〃I went to a different oil for cleaning； one with less odor；〃 I said。
〃It's not the oil。 The gun is new； I can smell the 。。。 metal； like you would smell a new car。〃
Oh。 〃Did Jean…Claude explain the situation to you？〃
Narcissus nodded。 〃Yes； but we do not play favorites in dominance struggles between different groups。 We are neutral territory； and if we are to remain so； then no guns。 If it is any fort； we didn't let the ones who have your cats bring guns into the club either。〃
I widened my eyes at that。 〃Most shapeshifters don't carry guns。〃
〃No； they do not。〃 Narcissus's handsome face told me nothing。 He was neither upset nor concerned。 It was all just business to him like Marco's voice on the phone。
I turned back to Jean…Claude。 〃I'm not getting into the club with my gun； am I？〃
〃I fear not； ma petite。〃
I sighed and turned back to the waiting what had Jean…Claude called them werehyenas。 They were the first I'd met； as far as I knew。 There was no clue from looking at them what they became when the moon was full。 〃I'll give it up； but I'm not happy about this。〃
〃That is not my problem；〃 Narcissus said。
I met his eyes and felt my face slip into that look that could make a good cop flinch my monster peeking out。 Ulysses and Ajax started to move in front of Narcissus； but he waved them back。 〃Ms。 Blake will behave herself。 Won't you； Ms。 Blake？〃
I nodded； but said； 〃If my people get hurt because I don't have a gun； I can make it your problem。〃
〃Ma petite；〃 Jean…Claude said； his voice warning me。
I shook my head。 〃I know； I know； they're like Switzerland； neutral。 Personally； I think neutral is just another way of saving your own ass at the expense of someone else's。〃
Narcissus took a step closer； until only a few inches separated us。 His otherworldly energy danced along my skin； and as had happened in New Mexico with a very different wereanimal； it called that piece of Richard's beast that seemed to live inside me。 It brought that power in a rush down my skin； to jump the distance between us； and mingle with Narcissus's power。 It startled me。 I hadn't thought it could happen with shields in place。 Marianne had said that my abilities lay with the dead； and that was why I couldn't control Richard's power as easily as I could Jean…Claude's。 But I should have been able to shield against a stranger。 It scared me a little that I couldn't。
It had been wereleopards and werejaguars in New Mexico。 They had mistaken me for another lycanthrope。 Narcissus made the same mistake。 I saw his eyes widen； then narrow。 He glanced at Jean…Claude； and he laughed。 〃Everyone says you're human； Anita。〃 He raised a hand and caressed the air just above my face； touching the swirl of energy。 〃I think you should e out of the closet before someone gets hurt。〃
〃I never said I was human； Narcissus。 But I'm not a shapeshifter either。〃
He rubbed his hand along the front of his dress； as if trying to get the feeling of my power off his skin。 〃Then what are you？〃
〃If things go badly tonight； you'll find out。〃
His eyes narrowed again。 〃If you cannot protect your people without guns； then you should step down as their Nimir…Ra and let someone else have the job。〃
〃I've got an interview set up day after tomorrow with a potential Nimir…Raj。〃
He looked genuinely surprised。 〃You know that you don't have the power to rule them？〃
I nodded。 〃Oh； yeah； I'm only temporary until I can find someone else。 If the rest of you weren't so damn species conscious； I'd have farmed them out to another group。 But no one wants to play with an animal that isn't the same as them。〃
〃It is our way； it has always been our way。〃
And I knew the 〃our〃 didn't mean just werehyenas but all the shifters。 〃Yeah； well it sucks。〃
He smiled then。 〃I don't know whether I like you； Anita； but you are different； and I always appreciate that。 Now give up the gun like a good little girl； and you can enter my territory。〃 He held