“You all the guard we need, Bobby Lee?” I asked.

“Compared to those two, I am an improvement.”

“I hear that,” I said.

“But no, I was going to include Kaazim.”

As if his name had conjured him, Kaazim spilled around the corner of the door behind us like liquid made solid and alive. He was one of the most graceful men I’d ever seen when he moved. I knew and dated dancers, dancers who were wereanimals, but none of them made me think of water poured from long-necked, widemouthed jars to spill and shape itself to everything, except for Kaazim.

He looked tall, dark, and slender until he stood beside Bobby Lee, and suddenly the illusion of height disappeared because you had Bobby Lee’s height to compare to. Kaazim was five-six, or a smidgen under. He and I had been paired together on the practice mat more than once, because of our sizes. Like I’d told Ricky, size matters in a fight. Especially if it’s a fight where we can’t maim, cripple, or kill our opponent quickly. When you’re equally well trained, the only hope a smaller person has is to end the fight as quickly and violently as possible. The rules that would keep Ricky from hurting me too badly in combat training also kept me from hurting him badly, and in a long fight, the bigger person usually wins.

“Kaazim,” I said, and smiled.

He gave that faint smile of his, almost lost in the blackness of his facial hair and dark skin. His hair was the exact same color as his beard and mustache, and his skin so dark; even his eyes were a brown so dark they looked black most of the time. He was all monotone so that your eyes had trouble seeing details, and he always dressed in black, which contributed to the lack of contrasts in his coloring. There were sections of the world where he would have vanished into any crowd, the perfect spy, perfect assassin, because they wouldn’t remember him. Here in St. Louis he stood out, because he was too far from the desert sands and the spired cities of his original homeland.

“Anita. Nathaniel. Damian.” Almost any other guard would have at least remarked on Damian and me covered in blood, but he wouldn’t ask. He was one of the least talkative people I’d ever been around, but his dark eyes seemed to see everything.

He was dressed in flowing robes, with loose, soft trousers underneath. It wasn’t what he wore on duty, and he must have noticed me noticing, because he said, “I can change if you wish.”

“One glance and you knew I was taking in the robes?”

He gave a small nod.

“As long as you can move and fight as well in the robes as you can in regular guard gear, I’m fine with it.”

“I fight well no matter what I am wearing.”

I grinned. “Of that, I have no doubt.”

He flashed me a smile almost big enough to be called a grin, one that left his dark eyes shining.

Damian drew me in against his side. “Please, Anita, I need to get clean.”

I looked up into those green eyes and saw the pain, so raw. Nathaniel and me touching him was helping him control it, but it was like water tension, and once that tension broke, the emotion was going to pour out; we needed to get cleaned up before that.

“Sorry, Damian. You’re right. We’ll use the shower in our room.” I meant the room I shared with Micah and Nathaniel. It was funny that even after dating Jean-Claude for seven years, I still thought of his bedroom as his, but I thought of bedrooms with the other two men as ours. I wasn’t sure why, but I knew it was true.

“There’s a shower in my room,” Damian said.

“Cardinale will be in there,” I said.

“But she won’t care, Anita. It’s after dawn, so she’ll be dead to the world.”

“She will so care when she wakes for the night,” I said.

Bobby Lee said, “Taking you three near Cardinale right now, like this, is against my job parameters.”

“Cardinale is unstable and dangerous,” Kaazim said, and for him to say anything at all let me know things were worse with Cardinale than even I knew.

“No, she won’t care when she wakes up, because when I told her I was sleeping with you and Jean-Claude last night, she left me.”

“What?” I said.

“You didn’t tell us that,” Nathaniel said.

“She said that if I wanted to sleep with other people she couldn’t be with me anymore. That I had to choose.”

“Did you tell her you were just sleeping, not having sex?” Nathaniel asked.

“Yes.”

“What did she say to that?” I asked, because I had to ask.

“She didn’t believe me, and she told me that if I was buggering Jean-Claude and Nathaniel and fucking you, she hated me and never wanted to speak to me again.”

“That’s not what she said. I mean, not really.”

“No, but it’s the cleaned-up version.”

“If that’s the cleaned-up version, I’m okay not hearing the other,” I said.

“Are you sure Cardinale won’t be in the room?” Bobby Lee asked.

“Even if she is, it’s daylight. She’ll be passed out.”

“You aren’t,” Kaazim said.

“Neither is Jean-Claude,” Damian said.

“Yes, just you and he of all the vampires are awake now,” Kaazim said, and he was looking at Damian now, as if trying to see something in him that he’d missed.

I jiggled Damian’s hand in mine and said, “He’s with me, Kaazim.”