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still going to cry. What was she doing here with these people?
Madge came and put her arm around Crystal and led the woman away. Madge was making soothing
noises and patting her black silken arms.
Rochelle said, "Very cold." She walked away from me towards a liquor cabinet that was against one
wall.
Harvey had also left, following Madge and Crystal without so much as a backwards glance.
You'd think I'd kicked a puppy. Phillip let out a long breath and set down on the couch. He clasped his
hands in front of him, between his knees. I sat down next to him, tucking my skirt down over my legs.
"I don't think I can do this," he whispered.
I touched his arm. He was trembling, a constant shaking that I didn't like at all. I hadn't realized what it
would cost him to come tonight, but I was beginning to find out.
"We can go," I said.
He turned very slowly and stared at me. "What do you mean?"
"I mean we can go."
"You'd leave now without finding out anything because I'm having problems?" he asked.
"Let's just say I like you better as the overconfident flirt. You keep acting like a real person, and you'll
have me all confused. We can go if you can't handle it."
He took a deep breath and let it out, then shook himself like a dog coming out of water. "I can do it. If I
have a choice, I can do it."
It was my turn to stare. "Why didn't you have a choice before?"
He looked away. "I just felt like I had to bring you if you wanted to come."
"No, dammit, that wasn't what you meant at all." I touched his face and forced him to look at me.
"Someone gave you orders to come see me the other day, didn't they? It wasn't just to find out about
Jean-Claude, was it?"
His eyes were wide, and I could feel his pulse under my fingers. "What are you afraid of, Phillip? Who's
giving you orders?"
"Anita, please, I can't."
My hand dropped to my lap. "What are your orders, Phillip?"
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He swallowed, and I watched his throat work. "I'm to keep you safe here, that's all." His pulse was
jumping under the bruised bite in his neck. He licked his lips, not seductive, nervous. He was lying to me.
The trick was, how much of a lie and what about?
I heard Madge's voice coming up the hall, all cheerful seduction. Such a good hostess. She escorted two
people into the room. One was a woman with short auburn hair and too much eye makeup, like green
chalk smeared above her eyes. The second was Edward, smiling, at his charming best, with his arm
around Madge's bare waist. She gave a rich, throaty laugh as he whispered something to her.
I froze, for a second. It was so unexpected that I just froze. If he had pulled out a gun, he could have
killed me while I sat with my mouth hanging open. What the hell was he doing here?
Madge led him and the woman towards the bar. He glanced back at me over her shoulder and gave me
a delicate smile that left his blue eyes empty as a doll's.
I knew my twenty-four hours were not up. I knew that. Edward had decided to come looking for
Nikolaos. Had he followed us? Had he listened to Phillip's message on my machine?
"What's wrong?" Phillip asked.
"What's wrong?" I said. "You are taking orders from somebody, probably a vampire. . ." I finished the
statement silently in my head: And Death has just waltzed in the door to play freak while he searches for
Nikolaos. There was only one reason Edward searched for a particular vampire. He meant to kill her, if
he could.
The assassin might finally have met his match. I had thought I wanted to be around when Edward finally
lost. I wanted to see what prey was too large for Death to conquer. I had seen this prey, up close and
personal. If Edward and Nikolaos met and she even suspected that I had a hand in it . . . shit. Shit, shit,
shit!
I should turn Edward in. He had threatened me, and he would carry it out. He would torture me to get
information. What did I owe him? But I couldn't do it, wouldn't do it. A human being does not turn
another human being over to the monsters. Not for any reason.
Monica had broken that rule, and I despised her for it. I think I was the closest thing Edward had to a
real friend. A person who knows who and what you are and likes you anyway. I did like him, despite or
because of what he was. Even though I knew he'd kill me if it worked out that way? Yes, even though. It
didn't make much sense when you looked at it that way. But I couldn't worry about Edward's morality.
The only person I had to face in the mirror was me. The only moral dilemma I could solve was my own.
I watched Edward play kissy-face with Madge. He was much better at role-playing than I was. He was
also a much better liar.
I would not tell, and Edward had known I would not tell. In his own way, he knew me, too. He had bet
his life on my integrity, and that pissed me off. I hate to be used. My virtue had become its own
punishment.
But maybe, I didn't know how yet, I could use Edward the way he was using me. Perhaps I could use
his lack of honor as he used my honor now.
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It had possibilities.
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The auburn-haired woman with Edward came over to the couch and slid into Phillip's lap. She giggled
and wrapped her arms around his neck with a little kick of her feet. Her hands didn't wander lower, and
she didn't try to undress him. The night was looking up. Edward followed behind the woman like a blond
shadow. There was a drink in his hand and a suitably harmless smile on his face.
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