His voice came out between gritted teeth, breathy in a I-will-not-scream way. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” Echo said.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Try again,” she said.
“Yes . . . my queen.”
“That’s better,” Echo said.
I nodded. “Yeah, that’s better.” I pulled the knife out hard and fast. He whimpered for me.
I stared down at him with his blood staining the blade and mingling with Dev’s. “There won’t be a second warning, Thorn, do you understand that?”
He swallowed, nodded, stopped like it hurt, and finally said, “Yes, I understand.”
“Take him out of my sight for a while, before I decide to give him his blade again.”
They forced him to his feet and Echo said, “I like you.”
I smiled and shook my head. “I don’t dislike you, but I don’t know if I like you yet.”
She smiled at me. “Oh, now I know I like you.”
“Aren’t you going to let the doctor look at me?” Thorn asked.
“You’ll heal,” I said. “Get him out of here.”
Fortune said, “As our queen wishes.”
“Whatever she desires,” Echo said.
I raised an eyebrow at her. “Violence do it for you, or was it the ruthlessness?”
“Both,” she said, and gave me a look that I was more used to seeing on a man’s face. Once it would have freaked me out, but standing there with the bloody knife in my hand I knew that a little girl-on-girl flirting was so not that big a deal. I cleaned the blade off on a clean part of Dev’s shirt and offered him the blade hilt-first.
He looked at it and then up at me.
“Think of it as a present from your cousin Thorn.”
“He won’t like you giving me one of his favorite knives.”
“I want him to see you carrying it. I want it to remind him that if he pulls this shit again I will end him now and forever.”
Dev took the blade from me, nodding. “I’m healing already, Anita.”
“You know how you growled at him, ‘Mine’?”
“Yes.”
I put my hand on the back of Dev’s neck, just under the hair where the skin was so warm, and brought him down so our foreheads touched. “Mine.”
He smiled then, and moved in for a kiss, which I gave him. “Yours,” he said, as he pulled back.
“Damn straight.”
22
ONCE A WEEK we tried to eat dinner like a family at the Circus of the Damned. The small table that Jean-Claude had put into Nathaniel’s dream kitchen wasn’t big enough for everyone. We’d tried to do it in the formal dining room that Jean-Claude kept for more serious occasions like visiting master vampires, but that was too far away from the kitchen for the cooks, so we turned one of the smaller bedrooms nearby into a bigger but still-cozy dining room. Tonight hadn’t been planned for one of the meals, but Nathaniel had said, “We all need to give Dev energy to heal, and that takes fuel. Food is the easiest way to fuel up. Give us thirty minutes and it’ll all be ready.”
“It wasn’t silver, he’ll be healed in minutes,” Doc Lillian said.
“Anita could heal me and give me extra energy besides,” Dev said, his arms sliding a little more solidly around me, our bodies suddenly pressed tighter together. I was about to say, You’re hurt, but others spoke for me.
“What would Asher say about that, mon ami?” Jean-Claude asked.
“I’m allowed to be food in emergencies.”
“What would Kane say?” Nathaniel asked.
Dev scowled and rested his face against the top of my head.
I moved him enough so I could look up into his face. “Why does Kane have more say over you than Asher does?”
Dev sighed and hugged me tighter, not in a sexy way, but just holding on for comfort. “It’s complicated,” he said finally in a voice that let me know that complicated translated to sad and frustrating.
“Explain it to Anita while we get dinner ready,” Nathaniel said.
Micah came to stand near us. “How long will it take to fix?”
“Thirty minutes tops; the chicken is already marinated and we’re just steaming veggies.”
“Please tell me there’s a carb of some kind,” Domino said.
Nicky answered, “No, if you want carbohydrates have them at lunch.”
“It’s not my fault that your metabolism can’t digest potatoes,” he said, frowning a little, but smiling to take the edge off it.
“Have potatoes at lunch,” Crispin said. “Most of us have to take our clothes off onstage. No carbs at dinner.”
“Nicky doesn’t strip,” Domino protested.
“Nathaniel does,” Nicky said.
“What’s that got to do with you?”
Nicky gave Domino a flat, unfriendly look.
“What?”
“I’m the main cook,” Nathaniel said. “If you want different food, you plan the week’s menu, do the grocery shopping, and prep the meals.”
Domino held his hands up. “You win; I am so not that domestically talented. I can’t even sous chef the way Nicky and Cynric can.”
Micah slid his arm across my shoulders. Dev moved his arm enough so they could both touch me without touching each other. For some of the men it was a sign that they didn’t touch other men, but for others it was a sign of respect. Since Dev was cheerfully bisexual, he moved because he knew Micah didn’t touch other men casually, and Micah was their leader. If the leader wants to hug his fiancée, then you move so he can, even if you are one of her lovers. Poly isn’t about being completely fair for most people. There are some who run it with a near perfect equality, but for most of us there are primary relationships, there are secondary, and even ones less serious than that. If we’d been touching Dev and Asher came, I’d have made room for him, because Dev was one of his primary relationships, but he was a tertiary for me, at best.