"Tell them I'm getting dressed first." I went for my suitcase. Cassandra padded to the door. She opened it only a crack, speaking softly. She closed it firmly behind her and came back to me. She looked puzzled. In the nightgown with a puzzled frown on her face, she looked about twelve.
I knelt by the suitcase, clothes in my hands, looking up at her. "What now?"
"Jean-Claude said not to bother getting dressed."
I stared at her for a heartbeat. "Yeah, right. I'm getting dressed. They can just bloody well wait that long."
She nodded and went back to the door.
I went for the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked as tired as I felt. I brushed teeth, took care of necessities, and wished for a shower. It would have helped wake me up. I could have run a bath, but I wasn't sure the boys would last that long. Besides, a bath was something I did to get ready for bed, not for waking up. I needed something stimulating, not something soothing.
Richard had a plan, but Jean-Claude was with him. That meant that the vampire had helped come up with the plan. It was a scary thought.
Tonight Richard would fight Marcus. He could be dead by tomorrow. The thought made my chest tight. There was a pressure behind my eyes that had more to do with tears than anything else. I could live with Richard off somewhere. It would hurt if he wasn't with me, but I'd survive. I might not survive his death. I loved Richard. I really loved him. I didn't want to give him up. Not for anything.
Jean-Claude was being a perfect gentleman, but I didn't trust it. How could I? He always had a dozen different reasons for everything he did. What was the plan? The quicker I dressed, the quicker I'd find out.
I'd pretty much just grabbed stuff out of the suitcase. You can mix and match almost all the clothing I own. Dark blue jeans, navy blue polo shirt, white jogging socks. I hadn't dressed to impress anyone. Now that I was a little more awake, I wished I'd chosen something a little less practical. Love makes you worry about stuff like that.
I opened the door. Richard stood by the bed. The sight of him stopped me in my tracks. His hair was brushed until it fell like a frothy mass around his shoulders. He was wearing nothing but a pair of silky undershorts, royal purple. They were slit high on each side, giving glimpses of his thighs as he turned towards me.
When I could close my mouth and talk, I said, "Why are you dressed like that?"
Jean-Claude leaned one shoulder against the wall. He was wearing a black ankle-length robe edged with black fur. His hair mingled with the fur collar until it was hard to tell where one blackness ended and the other began. His pale neck and a triangle of his chest showed almost perfectly white against the fur.
"You look like you've just stepped out of two different p**n o movies. Cassandra said something about a plan. What's the plan?"
Richard glanced at Jean-Claude. They exchanged a look between them that said better than words that they'd been plotting behind my back.
Richard sat on the edge of the bed. The shorts clung a little too close for comfort and I had to look away, so I looked at Jean-Claude. Not comforting, but at least most of him was covered.
"Do you remember some months ago, before Christmas, when we accidently set off some sort of magical energy in your apartment?" Jean-Claude asked.
"I remember," I said.
"Monsieur Zeeman and I believe that the three of us could share power, become a triumvirate."
I looked from one to the other. "Explain."
"There is a link between myself and wolves. There is a link between you, my little necromancer, and the dead. Lust and love have always held a magical energy. I can show you individual spells that can use the link between vampire and their animal, between necromancer and vampire. We should not be surprised that there is power between us."
"Make your point," I said.
Jean-Claude smiled. "I believe we could call up enough power to back down a certain Ulfric. I know Marcus. He will not fight if he believes he has no hope of winning."
"Jean-Claude's right," Richard said. "If I can shine with enough power, Marcus will back down."
"How do you know we can even call this whatever-it-is up again?" I asked.
"I have done some research," Jean-Claude said. "There are two cases of master vampires who could call animals, who then made one of those animals in were-form a sort of human servant."
"So?"
"It means that there is a chance of my being able to bind you both."
I shook my head. "No way, no vampire marks. Been there, done that, didn't like it."
"There were no marks on either of you in December," Jean-Claude said. "I think it will work without any now."
"Why are the two of you dressed like that?"
Richard looked embarrassed. "It was all I brought. I thought we were going to be sharing the bed last night."
I motioned at the shorts. "Those would not have helped us stay chaste, Richard."
Heat crept up his face. "I know; sorry."
"Tell me there is no lingerie in your suitcase, ma petite."
"I never said there wasn't." Ronnie had talked me into an outfit just in case I gave in to Richard. She was willing for me to bed him before the wedding if it would knock Jean-Claude out of the running.
"Who'd you buy it for?" Richard asked quietly.
"You, but don't distract me. Why the nice jammies?"
"Richard and I have made an attempt or two on our own to call the power. It does not work with only the two of us. His dislike of me has rendered it useless."
"Is this true, Richard?"
He nodded. "Jean-Claude says we need our third; we need you."
"What's with the clothes?"
"Lust and anger were what drew the power the first time, ma petite. We have our anger. We are missing our lust."
"Wait just a damn minute." I stared from one to the other of them. "Are you saying we become a menage a trois?"
"No," Richard said. He stood up. He walked towards me in his little shorts, flashing the room. "No sex, I promise you that. Even for this, I wouldn't have agreed to sharing you with him."
I ran my fingertips down the silk of his shorts, lightly, almost like I was afraid. "Then why the costumes?"
"We're running out of time, Anita. If this is going to work, it's got to work fast." He gripped my arms, his hands warm on my skin. "You said you'd help me with a plan. This is the plan."
I drew away from him slowly and turned to Jean-Claude. "And what do you get out of it?"
"Your happiness. No wolf will challenge Richard if we are a true triumvirate."
"My happiness, right." I studied his calm, lovely face, and had an idea. "You tasted Jason, didn't you? You tasted the power that he sucked off of Richard, didn't you? Didn't you, you son of a bitch?" I walked towards him as I talked, fighting an urge to hit him when I got there.
"What of it, ma petite?"
I stood right in front of him, throwing the words into his face. "What do you gain from all this? And don't give me crap about my happiness. I've known you too long."
His face was at its mildest, its most disarming. "I would gain enough power that no master vampire, short of the council itself, would dare challenge me."
"I knew it. I knew it. You don't do anything without a dozen ulterior motives."
"I benefit in exactly the same way Monsier Zeeman benefits. We would both secure our power bases."
"Fine, what do I get out of it?"
"Why, Monsieur Zeeman's safety."
"Anita," Richard said softly. He touched my shoulder.
I whirled to face him. My angry words died at the look on his face. So serious, so solemn.
He gripped my shoulders, one hand cupping the side of my face. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to."
"Do you understand what he's suggesting, Richard? We would never be free of him." I touched his hand where he held my face. "Don't tie us to him like this, Richard. Once he gets a piece of you, he never lets go."
"If you really believed he was evil, you would have killed him a long time ago and been free of him."
If I didn't do this, and Richard died tonight, would I be able to live with it? I leaned into him, pressing my face against his chest, breathing in his scent. No. If he died and I could have saved him, I'd never be rid of the guilt.