«Have I raised a sore point?» Samuel asked.
«An ongoing disagreement,» Jean-Claude said.
«If this is a problem,» Sampson said, «then forget it. We were under the impression that everyone was okay with Anita adding to her list of men.»
Richard crossed his arms across his chest, and said, «And if we don't do this, because I'm not happy about it, and your mother…«He closed his eyes, his face struggling with so many emotions. «God help me, but you and your brothers are actually in a more perverted sexual mess than we are. If I say no, and the worst happens…«He paced the edge of the white carpet as if the walls were still there. «I don't want to watch, but it has to be Anita's call. I won't say no. Neither of us is monogamous, so why should I bitch?» He stood there arms crossed, shoulders hunched as if something hurt.
«Anita,» Samuel said.
I looked at him, still standing. I sighed. «I'd rather not add to my list of men either, truthfully, but as Jean-Claude has explained to me, I need a new pomme de sang sooner rather than later. I'm not promising, but I'll agree to try.» I couldn't look at anyone when I said it, because it felt squeechy. To agree to try to take another lover, in front of three men I was already sleeping with.
«Good,» Samuel said, and there was such relief in that one word that I looked at him. He was smiling, his eyes sparkling with happiness, and tears. Unshed tears glittered in his eyes. In that moment I realized that he had accepted that his wife would seduce one of their sons, and he would kill her, and the son would be mad, and he would have to kill him, and… too Oedipal for words. Samuel had accepted that someday the worst would happen, and suddenly he was saved. He looked like a man who had thought the executioner was coming, and the governor called instead.
I still wasn't sure how I felt about adding to my men, but it was nice, for a change, to be someone's salvation instead of their doom. Yeah, being the savior instead of the executioner, that sounded pretty damn good.
14
SAMUEL SMILED AT Jean-Claude, and it was like a lot about Samuel, a very human smile. I realized that he, like Auggie, could be more «normal» than most vamps I'd ever seen. Was it a vamp trick like Auggie's had been? Maybe. Was it any of my business to mess with it, and reveal his secret? Nope. No more grand revelations tonight, not that were my fault anyway. I wasn't messing with anyone or anything tonight if I could help it. My goal was simply to get through the rest of this interview without anything bad happening. Why was I so worried? I'd sat back down beside Jean-Claude, but Richard hadn't. Richard was still standing, arms folded, shoulders rounded as if with pain. I knew the look on his face, it was the look that usually meant we were going to have a really bad fight. I didn't want to fight tonight, not with anyone, but especially not with Richard.
Jean-Claude touched my hand. It made me jump, and turn startled to him. «What is wrong, ma petite?»
I gave him a look, and rolled my eyes back to our other third. «Ah,» he said.
I gripped Jean-Claude's hand tight, and tried to head this fight off. «Richard?» I made his name a question.
He turned those smoldering brown eyes to me. «What?» That one word was so angry that even he flinched. «I'm sorry, what is it, Anita?»
«You don't have to pick a fight with me to leave.» There, that was as honest and as calm as I could make it.
He frowned at me. «What does that mean?»
«It means that ever since we started talking to Samuel about his sons and their problem, your tension level has done nothing but rise.»
«And if we were talking about me having sex with three new women, two of them seventeen years old, wouldn't you be angry?»
I thought about it, then nodded. «Yes.»
«Then don't expect me to be happy about it.»
«What am I supposed to do, Richard, apologize? I wouldn't even be sure what I was apologizing about. Anyway, I've told you that my answer was no on the seventeen-year-old.»
«I think, Jean-Claude, Sampson and I will leave you all for the night.» Samuel stood. «You seem to have much to discuss.»
Sampson stood alongside his father. He was about two inches taller than Samuel, as if he'd gained height from his mother's genetics. I wondered what else he might have gained. I really didn't know much about mermaids, or sirens. I probably needed to remedy that before I got too up close and personal with any of them.
«Not yet, my friend, please,» Jean-Claude said. He looked at Richard, giving a peaceful face to the unhappy one. «We need some riddles answered before we dare take ma petite among our brethren tomorrow night.»