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By:Laurell K Hamilton


“I am,” Ethan said, and that first trickling heat began to fill the room. He’d been patient, but no one’s patience is limitless, not even Ethan’s, apparently.

“Edward, this wasn’t his fault. This wasn’t anyone’s fault.”

Edward turned on me, hands in fists, eyes paled to that cold color of blue like a winter sky. I’d never seen him upset like this; he was usually one of the most controlled people I knew.

“I trusted your safety to him, Anita. I left you in his hands, literally.” He was up in my face now, and the height difference made him loom a little over me. He was one of those men who weren’t that tall, but could really loom when they wanted to, and he wanted to. “The only reason you’re not dead is that he had orders to take you alive, Anita.”

I realized something and did the girl thing and said it out loud. “You really do care that much about me.”

That stopped him in midword. Made him close his mouth and just look down at me, shaking his head. “What?”

“Sorry, had a girl moment.”

He frowned at me.

“It’s just that I’ve been in danger before. I’ve had people try to kill me before and you were somewhere else when they tried. You’ve never gotten this upset.”

He turned around, hands on hips. I think he was trying to regain control of himself. It wasn’t like Edward to lose it. I had a thought: Was it the vampire? Was he that good, even in daylight, to spread anger like this?

“Edward, are you wearing your holy item?”

That made him turn around and face me. “What?”

“Are you wearing a holy item?”

He gave me a very Edward look, like I should know better. “You know I don’t wear one.”

“You’ve seen my cross glow. You know blessed holy water works. I’ve never understood why you don’t wear something.”

“Holy water works because a priest blesses it; a cross works only if the wearer has faith in God. I don’t.”

I let the theological discussion wait for another day. “The vampire caused Alex to be filled with rage and try to kill Ethan. Now you’re as angry about something like this as I’ve ever seen you, and you’re angry at Ethan again.”

I had a thought: What if I wasn’t the only one who had figured out that Ethan carried some of the gold bloodline? What if while George was here waiting for me to show up for the last two months, he smelled the gold on Ethan? What if today hadn’t just been about capturing me, but about killing Ethan? Was that too twisty-turny, or was it just devious enough for the Harlequin?

Edward was studying my face. “You’ve thought of something.”

I looked into his very calm, very Edward face. But it was Ethan who said, “This isn’t like the anger that was in the Prince. That didn’t go away.”

I nodded. I didn’t say out loud that it had to be a change of heart toward me on Edward’s part. Once I’d believed that if he had to he’d kill me—he might miss me, but he’d do it. Now, I realized maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe he was finally emotionally attached to me in a very un-Edward-like way.

If Edward had known that Ethan was part gold tiger, I’d have just said my thinking out loud, but he didn’t know. I was thinking that the fewer people who knew, the better, but if the Harlequin knew, then Ethan wasn’t safe. Of course, maybe it had just been coincidence that he was the guard who was with me when Alex attacked me. I frowned and rubbed my forehead. I was giving myself a headache.

“I think I’m overthinking this.”

“Overthinking what?” Ethan asked.

I looked from him to Edward. We were alone. Alex had gone with the guards to tell the queen what had happened. They’d left some guards outside the door of the room we were in, but only Ethan was in the room with us, mainly because Edward had insisted he needed to talk to Ethan.

“Okay, I’m thinking that maybe Alex attacking you wasn’t just to make you kill each other so I’d be alone and easier to snatch. I think maybe George saw a way to kill two birds with one stone.”

Ethan frowned at me. “I don’t understand.”

I told them both what I’d smelled from Ethan’s skin. He gave me an incredulous look. “If I were part gold I’d have the power to command the other colors, and I so do not have that.”

Edward was looking at me. “Anita is the Mistress of Tigers; if she says you smell like the golden tigers, then you do.” He looked at the other man.

“I have three tiger forms, three.” He actually held up three fingers. “Red, blue, and white, that’s it. No gold.” He folded the fingers down into a fist. “I can’t be.”