He'd closed himself so tight that I couldn't tell what he was feeling； but it was plain on his face。 Pain。 His eyes held some deep pain； and he'd pulled so far away in his mind； his heart； that I couldn't tell what it was； only that it hurt him。
〃So； you won't be here tomorrow morning when the ardeur es again？〃 My voice sounded almost neutral when I asked。
He shook his head； all that heavy hair sliding around his shoulders。 His hand was on the doorknob； his body turned away enough that he hid himself from me as much as he could。 〃I can't do this again； Anita。 For God's sake； you have the same rule。 No one feeds on you either。〃
I sat up； arms wrapping around my knees； holding them tight to my chest。 I guess I was covering my nakedness； too。 〃You've felt the ardeur now； Richard。 If I can't feed off of you； then who？ Who do you want me to share this with？〃
〃Jean…Claude 。。。 〃 But his voice dropped off before he could finish。
〃It's a little after noon and he's still dead to the world。 He won't wake in tune to share the ardeur with me。〃
His hand tightened on the doorknob hard enough for me to see the muscles in his arm tense。 〃The Nimir…Raj； then。 I'm told you've already fed on him once anyway。〃
〃I don't know Micah that well； Richard。〃 I took a deep breath and said； 〃I don't love him； Richard。 I love you。 I want you。〃
〃You want to feed off me？ You want me to be your cow？〃
〃No；〃 I said； 〃no。〃
〃I am not food； Anita； not for you or anyone else。 I am Ulfric of the Thronnos Rokke Clan； and I am not cattle。 I am the thing that eats the cattle。〃
〃If you had shifted； then you could have blocked the ardeur； kept me from feeding； why didn't you？〃
He leaned his forehead against the door。 〃I don't know。〃
〃Honesty； Richard； at least with yourself。〃
He turned then； and his anger flared across my skin like a whip。 〃You want honesty； fine； we can have honesty。 I hate what I am。 I want a life； Anita。 I want a real life。 I want free of all this shit。 I don't want to be Ulfric。 I don't want to be a werewolf。 I just want a life。〃
〃You have a life； Richard； it's just not the life you thought it would be。〃
〃And I don't want to love someone who is more at home with the monsters than I am。〃
I just looked at him； hugging my knees to my bare chest； my back pressed up against the bed。 I looked at him； because I couldn't think of a damned thing to say。
〃I'm sorry； Anita； but I can't 。。。 won't do this。〃 He opened the door then。 He opened the door； and he walked out； closing it behind him。 The door closed with a soft； firm click。 I sat there for a few seconds not moving。 I don't even think I was breathing； then slowly the tears squeezed out； and my first breath was a ragged gasp that hurt my throat。 I rolled slowly to the floor； lying in a tight； tight ball。 I lay on the floor and cried until I was cold and shivering。
That's how Nathaniel found me。 He pulled the blanket from the bed and wrapped it around me； picked me up； and climbed onto the bed with me in his arms。 He held me in the curve of his body； spooned against me； and I couldn't feel him through the thick blanket。 He held me and stroked my hair。 I felt the bed move and opened my eyes to find Cherry and Zane crawling around me。 They touched my face； took my tears with the tips of their fingers； and curled around me on the other side until I was cupped in their warmth。
Gregory and Vivian came next and climbed onto the bed until we all lay in a warm； thick nest of bodies and covers。 And I was hot and had to peel the blanket back； and their hands spilled over me； touching； holding。 I realized that I was still naked and so were they。 No one ever put on clothes unless I made them。 But the touching wasn't sexual； it was fort； the warm pile of puppies and everyone in that pile loved me in their way。 Maybe it wasn't the way I wanted to be loved； but love is love and sometimes I think I'd thrown away more love than most people ever get a chance at。 I was trying to be more careful lately。
They held me until I fell asleep； exhausted with crying； skin hot。 But down in the center of my being was a cold； icy spot that they couldn't touch。 It was the place where I loved Richard； had always loved Richard； almost from the first time I'd seen him。 But he was right on one thing。 We couldn't keep doing this。 I wouldn't keep doing this。 It was over。 It had to be over。 He hated what he was； and now he hated what I was。 He said he wanted someone that he wouldn't have to worry about hurting； and he did want that； but he also wanted someone human； ordinary。 He couldn't have both； but that didn't keep him from wanting both。 I couldn't be ordinary； and I wasn't sure I'd ever been human。 I couldn't be what Richard wanted me to be； and he couldn't stop wanting it。 Richard was a riddle with no answer； and I was tired of playing a game I couldn't win。
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I SLEPT LIKE I was drugged； heavy； with harsh； fragmented dreams； or nothingness。 I don't know when I would have woken； but someone was licking my cheek。 If they'd shaken me or called my name； I might have been able to ignore it； but someone was licking my cheek in long languorous movements that I couldn't ignore。
I opened my eyes and found Cherry's face so close I couldn't focus on it。 She moved back just enough so I wouldn't feel cross…eyed looking at her； then said； 〃You were having a nightmare。 I thought we should wake you。〃
Her voice was neutral； her face blank； cheerful in an anonymous sort of way。 It was her nurse face； cheerful； forting； telling you nothing。 The fact that she was naked； lying on her side； propped up on one elbow so that her body showed in one long line didn't seem to distract from her professionalism。 I could never pull that off naked。 No matter what else was happening I was always aware that I didn't have clothes on。
〃I don't remember what I was dreaming；〃 I said。 I raised a hand to smooth the wetness along my cheek。
〃You taste salty from all the crying；〃 she said。
The bed moved； and Zane peeked around my other shoulder。 〃Can I lick the other cheek？〃
It made me laugh； and that was almost miracle enough to let him do it； almost。 I sat up and instantly regretted it。 My whole body felt stiff and abused； aching； as if I'd been beaten。 Hell； I'd felt better after some of the beatings I'd taken over the years。 I hugged the blanket to me； partially to cover my nakedness； partially because I was cold。
I leaned against the head of the bed； frowning。 〃You said nightmare。 What time is it？〃
〃About five；〃 Cherry said。 〃I could say daymare； if you like； but either way； you were 〃 she hesitated 〃whimpering in your sleep。〃
I hugged the blanket tighter。 〃I don't remember。〃
She sat up； patting my knee under the blanket。 〃Are you hungry？〃
I shook my head。
She and Zane exchanged one of those looks that say just how worried about you people are。 It made me angry。
〃Look； I'm okay。〃
They both looked at me。
I frowned at them。 〃I'll be okay； alright。〃
They didn't look convinced。
〃I need to get dressed。〃
They both just lay there staring at me。
〃Which means get out and give me some space。〃
They exchanged another of those looks； which bugged me； but at a nod from Cherry； they both got up off the bed and went for the door。 〃And put some clothes on；〃 I said。
〃If it'll make you feel better；〃 Cherry said。
〃It will；〃 I said。
Zane gave a little salute。 〃Your wish is our mand。〃
That was actually a little too close to the truth； but I let it go。 When they were gone； I picked out some clothes； some weapons； and made it to the bathroom without seeing anyone。 I wouldn't have put it past Cherry to make sure I had a clear shot to the bathroom。 They were managing me； but this morning； make that afternoon； I didn't care enough to plain。
I was as quick in the bathroom as I could be； and for some reason I didn't like looking in the mirror。 I was trying not to think； and seeing my eyes staring back at me like those of a shock victim made it hard not to think about why I looked so pale； so shell…shocked。
I put on my usual black undies and matching bra。 It was getting to the point where I didn't own a white bra。 Jean…Claude's fault。 Black jogging socks； black jeans； black polo shirt； shoulder rig； plete with Browning Hi…Power； the Firestar in its interpants holster in front almost lost against the black shirt。 I even added the wrist sheaths and the two silver knives。 I didn't need this much firepower for walking around the house； especially with so many shapeshifters running around； but I was feeling shaky； as if my world was less solid today than yesterday。 I'd always thought that Richard and I would work something out。 I wasn't sure what； but something。 Now； I didn't believe that。 We weren't going to work anything out。 We weren't going to be anything； except the bare minimum to each other。 I wasn't even sure his invitation to be B？lverk was still on the table。 I hoped so。 I could lose him as my lover； but I couldn't let him send the pack to rack and ruin。 If he didn't cooperate； I wasn't sure how I was going to stop it； but that was a problem for another day。 Today my goal was just to survive； just to get through the day。 I huddled my weapons around me like fo