rough the day。 I huddled my weapons around me like fort objects。 If I'd been alone in the house； or if it had just been Nathaniel； I would have carried Sigmund； my stuffed toy penguin； around with me。 That was how bad a day it was。
I did have a moment when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror in my bedroom where I stopped and had to smile。 I looked like I was dressed in casual assassin chic。 I'd teased some of my friends who were assassins or bounty hunters about assassin chic； but sometimes you gotta go with the stereotypes。 Besides； I look great in black。 The black…on…black look made my skin look almost translucent； like it should have glowed。 My eyes were swimmingly dark。 I looked almost ethereal； like a wingless angel on a bad day。 Alright； maybe a fallen angel； but the effect was still striking。 I'd learned long ago that if you're feeling unloved by the man in your life； the best revenge is to look good。 If I'd really wanted to follow the strategy pletely； I'd have put on makeup； but screw that。 I was still on vacation。 I didn't wear makeup on vacation。
There was a crowd in the kitchen。 The order for everyone to wear clothes had been taken to heart。 Cherry had on cutoff jean shorts and a white men's shirt with the sleeves torn off； so that little bits of thread decorated the arm holes。 She'd tied the ends of the shirt so her stomach showed as she moved around the kitchen。 Zane's gaze followed her wherever she moved。 I wasn't sure how Cherry felt about him； but Zane was beginning to act like a man in love； or at least very serious lust。 He sat at the table wearing the leather pants he'd taken off last night； ignoring his coffee and watching Cherry。
Caleb leaned against the counter in his jeans； with the top button unbuttoned so that his belly…button ring showed。 He sipped coffee and watched Zane watch Cherry with an odd look on his face。 I couldn't decipher it； but I didn't like it； as if he were trying to think how to cause trouble between them。 Caleb struck me as one of those who liked to cause trouble。
Nathaniel was sitting at the table； his long hair in a braid down his back； chest bare； but I knew without checking that he'd have something on。 He knew me well enough to know I liked my houseguests clothed。
Igor and Claudia stood when I came into the room。 His tattoos were even more striking in the full light of day。 They graced his arms； what I could see of his chest through the white tank top； and the sides of his neck； like liquid jewels； brilliant； eye…catching。 Even from a distance they were beautiful against his pale skin。 I wasn't much into tattoos but I couldn't picture Igor without them the look just worked for him。 He'd put on the shoulder rig； and it still looked like it should chaff with the tank top； but； hey； it wasn't my skin。 The Glock sat under his arm； a black spot on all that pretty color； like an imperfection on a Picasso。
Claudia looked positively ordinary beside him if a woman that was so damn close to seven feet and muscled better than most men could look ordinary。 The gun at the small of her back wasn't nearly as noticeable as Igor's。 Her black hair was still pulled back in a tight ponytail； leaving her face clean and empty； and that included her eyes。 Claudia had cop eyes； or bad…guy eyes； the eyes of someone who doesn't let you see what's inside。 I didn't meet many women with eyes like that； outside of the police。 If her face had been a little softer； she'd have been beautiful。 But there was something in the set of her jaw； the way she held that full mouth that said； back off； no touching。 It robbed her of something that would have changed everything about her。
The two of them came to take up posts to either side and a little behind me。 I would have protested； but I'd discovered last night that it didn't do much good。 They took orders from Rafael； not me。 He'd said； 〃Keep her safe；〃 and that was what they were going to do。 I was too 。。。 whatever the hell I was to waste energy on telling them to back off。 They could follow me around if it made them feel better。 This afternoon I just didn't care。
Merle was standing in the corner of the cabinets； near enough to the coffeemaker that Igor crowded him while I poured my coffee。 I didn't know who had made a fresh pot； and I didn't care； just the sight and smell of it made me feel better。
Merle was wearing the cowboy boots； jeans； and jean jacket over bare chest that he'd had on last night。 He was sipping coffee out of one of the few plain mugs I owned。 The scar on his chest was very white； ragged； pitted in one spot as if that had been the deepest part of the wound。 It did look like lightning carved into his chest and stomach。 I wanted to ask what had happened； but there was a look to his eyes as he watched the kitchen that said he probably wouldn't tell me； and he'd definitely see it as intrusive。 None of my business anyway。
The only chairs open at the table gave their backs to the bay window and the sliding glass door。 I hated sitting with my back to a window or a door especially a door。 Nathaniel touched Zane's arm。 He glanced back at me then got up； coffee cup and all； and went around to the chair that backed the door。 Cherry sat beside him； though her chair had been Claudia's； and it was turned so that she had the view of both doors。 Cherry moved the chair closer to Zane； giving her back to all that glass。
There'd been a time when I wasn't this careful； especially at home； but today was going to be one of my paranoid days。 Insecurity had that effect on me； even emotional insecurity。
Claudia sat beside me。 Igor leaned against the island behind me； keeping an eye on Merle； I think。 They didn't seem to like each other。
I took the first sip of coffee； hot； black； and let the warmth fill me for a few seconds； before I asked； 〃Where's Gregory？〃
〃Stephen and Vivian took him back to their apartment；〃 Cherry said。
〃But he's alright？〃 I asked。
She nodded； smiling that smile that made her look years younger than we both were。 〃He's healed； Anita。 You healed him。〃
〃I called his beast； I didn't heal him。〃
She shrugged。 〃Same difference。〃
I shook my head。 〃No； I couldn't heal him last night。〃
She frowned； and even that was pretty。 She was buzzed today； shining with it。 I glanced at Zane； who was still gazing at her。 Maybe it was love for both of them。 Something had certainly put a twinkle in her eye。
〃For heaven's sake； Anita； you saved him； does it really matter how you did it？〃
It was my turn to shrug。 〃I just don't like the fact that Raina's munin seems to be interfering more and more when I try to heal。〃
The doorbell rang； and I jumped like I'd been shot。 Nervous who me？
〃I ordered take…out；〃 Nathaniel said。
I looked at him。 〃Please tell me it's Chinese。〃
He nodded； smiling； I think at my pleased expression。 We'd discovered that though no Chinese restaurant would ordinarily deliver out this far； that for a sizable tip； and I mean sizable； they'd make an exception for us。 Nathaniel got up； but Caleb pushed away from the door。 〃I'll get it。 I don't seem to be much use for anything else。〃 He set his mug on the island and threaded his way between us to vanish into the living room。
〃What's his problem today？〃 I asked。
Igor answered； 〃He tried to get friendly with Claudia。〃
〃And me；〃 Cherry said。
I looked from Cherry's smiling face to Claudia's frown。 〃And he's not bleeding or bruised？〃
〃It wasn't necessary to hurt him；〃 Claudia said； 〃only to be very； very clear。〃 The tone in her voice and the look in her eyes made my own eyes go cold。 I don't know if I'd ever met a woman that had that effect on me。 It made me feel sexist to say that it was more unnerving because she was a woman； but it was still true。
Her nostrils flared； and I watched all of them sniff the air。 Everyone moved at once； scattering around the room。 Claudia stood； grabbed my arm my gun arm and pulled me back towards the far side of the kitchen and the wall。 She already had her gun out in her right hand。 I jerked my gun arm free as Igor moved with her and they stood in front of me； blocking my view。 Igor had his gun out； too。 I was about to ask what the hell was going on； when I smelled it。 The acrid； musty scent of snakes。
I had the Browning out and pointed at the door； sighted two…handed when the first snake man came through the kitchen doorway with Caleb in front of him； a sawed…off shotgun pressed into the angle of his jaw。 〃Anyone moves； and he dies。〃
40
EVERYONE FROZE； AS if we'd all taken a collective breath and held it。 〃No one has to die here；〃 the snake man said。 He looked at me with a huge copper…colored eye。 The strong black stripe that edged the eyes looked like dramatic makeup。 There were no scars on this one's face。 He was shorter and seemed younger。 His scaled face almost managed a smile； but the jaw of a snake is just not made for smiling。 His eyes were as empty and alien as the rest of him。 〃Our boss just wants to talk to Ms。 Blake； that's all。〃
〃Have him pick up the damn phone and make an appointment；〃 I said。 I was staring down the barrel of the Browning at a point near the center of his chest； far enough up from Caleb's head that I wasn't worried about shooting him