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　Cherry　gave　me　a　last　touch　then　stood　and　moved　back；　taking　Nathaniel　with　her。　Micah　stared　up　at　Merle。　〃You；　too。〃
　Merle　frowned；　but　he　moved　across　the　room　with　the　others。　They　all　ended　up　by　the　bed　with　Caleb。　Strangely；　I'd　e　as　far　across　the　room　as　I　could　get　from　the　bed　without　leaving　the　room。　Totally　unconscious　on　my　part；　honest。
　Micah　stayed　kneeling；　but　leaned　back　on　the　balls　of　his　feet；　hands　open　on　his　thighs；　eyes　closed；　and　I　felt　him　open　himself。　His　energy　swirled　over　me　like　a　thread　of　hot　air　that　closed　my　throat；　made　it　hard　to　breathe。　He　opened　those　alien　eyes　and　looked　at　me；　face　slack；　as　if　he　were　meditating　or　dreaming。
　I　expected　him　to　lay　hands　on　me；　but　his　hands　stayed　on　his　thighs。　He　leaned　his　upper　body　towards　my　shoulder。
　I　put　my　right　hand　on　his　arm；　and　the　moment　I　touched　him；　his　beast　curled　through　me。　It　was　almost　as　if　some　great　invisible　cat　were　sliding　in　and　out　of　my　body；　the　way　they'll　entwine　themselves　around　your　legs；　except　this　cat　went　places　that　not　even　a　lover　should　be　touching。　It　froze　my　words　in　my　throat；　and　from　the　look　on　Micah's　face；　I　could　tell　he　was　feeling　it　too。　He　looked　as　shell…shocked　as　I　felt。　But　he　continued　to　lean　into　me。　My　hand　stayed　on　his　arm；　but　it　didn't　stop　him；　and　I　couldn't　think　well　enough　to　question　him。　His　lips　brushed　my　neck　where　the　scars　began；　and　it　brought　my　breath　in　a　shaky　sigh。　He　pressed　his　mouth　to　my　neck　and　forced　that　swirling；　living　power　into　me。　It　made　me　squirm；　but　it　didn't　hurt。　In　fact　it　felt　so　good　that　I　pushed　him　backwards。
　My　voice　squeezed　out；　faint；　almost　a　whisper。　〃Wait　a　minute。　What's　with　the　mouth？　I　thought　you　were　going　to　lay　hands　on　me？〃
　〃I　said　I　could　heal　with　my　body；〃　he　said。　The　power　stretched　between　us　like　taffy　pulled　between　the　hot　sticky　fingers　of　children。　It　was　like　if　we　touched　we　would　melt　into　each　other。
　I　dragged　my　hand　away　from　him；　and　it　was　like　my　hand　was　moving　through　something　　something　real　and　almost　solid。　My　voice　was　steady；　and　even　I　was　impressed。　〃I　thought　that　meant　hands。〃
　〃If　I'd　meant　hands；　I　would　have　said　so。〃　He　lowered　his　face　towards　me；　moving　through　the　power；　and　it　felt　like　waves　in　water　when　someone　swims　towards　you。　I　grabbed　a　handful　of　those　tangled　curls。　〃Define　body　for　me。〃
　He　smiled；　and　it　was　at　the　same　time　gentle；　condescending；　and　somehow　sad。　He　stayed　kneeling　over　me；　his　face　close　enough　to　kiss；　my　hand　in　his　hair；　the　power　pulsing　around　us；　building　into　something　large。　〃Mouth；　tongue；　some　hands；　but　it　is　body；　my　hands　alone　won't　be　enough。　I　am　told　that　you　can　heal　with　your　body；　as　well。〃
　I　took　my　hand　out　of　his　hair　and　tried　to　get　some　distance　between　us；　but　he　didn't　move　back；　so　it　didn't　really　work。　Truth　was　I　could　heal　with　sex；　or　something　so　close　to　it　that　you　didn't　want　to　do　it　in　public。
　〃Sort　of；〃　I　said。　I　looked　across　the　room；　past　Micah's　head　and　found　Cherry。　〃Is　calling　flesh　like　what　I　do　when　I　call　munin？〃　Munin　were　sort　of　the　ancestral　memories　of　the　werewolves。　Except　that　they　were　actually　more　like　ghosts；　the　spirits　of　the　dead。　You　could　gain　their　knowledge；　their　skills；　and　their　bad　habits　if　you　had　the　ability　to　channel　them。　I　was　a　necromancer　　all　the　dead　liked　me。　The　munin　that　liked　me　best　of　all　was　Raina；　the　wolf　pack's　old　lupa。　I'd　been　the　one　who　killed　her　　to　keep　her　from　killing　me　　and　she　delighted　in　the　fact　that　she　could　take　me　over。　I'd　gained　the　power　to　control　Raina　when　I　accepted　her；　warts　and　all。　When　I　called　her；　I　didn't　fight　her　anymore。　We'd　worked　out　a　sort　of　truce。　But　calling　munin　for　healing　was　almost　always　sexual　for　me；　because　it　had　been　sexual　for　Raina。
　〃It's　not　sexual；〃　Cherry　said。　〃Sensual；　but　not　sexual。〃
　I　trusted　Cherry's　judgment　on　that。　〃Okay　then；　do　it。〃
　Micah　looked　at　me；　those　strange　yellow…green　eyes　so　terribly　close。
　〃Do　it；〃　I　said。
　He　gave　that　wistful；　sad；　condescending　smile　again；　like　he　was　laughing　at　both　of　us；　and　crying　for　us；　too。　Unnerving；　that　smile。　Then　he　lowered　his　mouth　to　my　neck　and　the　first　of　the　scars。　The　first　kiss　was　gentle　against　my　throat；　he　breathed　power　against　my　skin；　and　it　was　suddenly　hard　to　breathe。　But　the　power　hovered　above　my　skin　like　cloth。　Then　the　tip　of　his　tongue　slid　along　my　skin；　licking　a　hot；　wet　line　down　my　neck。　The　power　followed　the　line　of　that　heat；　sinking　under　my　skin　as　he　licked　me。　But　it　was　when　his　mouth　pressed　over　my　skin；　sealing　him　against　me；　sucking　me　into　his　mouth；　between　his　teeth；　that　I　felt　the　power　shoved　into　me；　forced　into　the　scars。　He　literally　breathed；　bit；　ate；　the　healing　into　me。　I　made　small　helpless　movements。　I　couldn't　help　it。　We　all　have　our　erogenous　zones　in　addition　to　the　normal　ones；　places　where　if　we're　touched　our　bodies　react　whether　we　want　them　to；　or　not。　My　neck　and　shoulders　are　two　of　my　spots。
　He　leaned　back；　far　enough　from　my　neck　to　whisper；　〃Are　you　alright？〃　His　breath　was　so　hot　against　my　skin。
　I　nodded；　my　face　turned　away　from　him。
　He　took　me　at　my　word；　pressing　his　mouth　back　to　my　neck。　There　were　no　preliminaries　this　time；　he　bit　me；　hard　enough　that　I　gasped。　My　stomach　knotted；　twisting　me　onto　my　side；　pulling　me　away　from　him。
　〃Anita；　what's　wrong？〃
　〃My　stomach；〃　I　said。
　He　slid　the　robe　open；　passing　his　hand　over　my　stomach。　〃There　was　no　wound　here。〃
　Another　wave　of　pain　tore　through　my　gut；　bending　me　over　double；　to　writhe　on　the　floor。　The　need　tore　through　me　like　something　alive　trying　to　rip　its　way　out　from　inside　my　body。
　Micah　was　there；　smoothing　my　hair　back　from　my　face；　that　power　that　was　building　between　us　rolling　through　my　body　like　a　cat　wading　through　me。　He　bundled　me　into　his　arms；　his　lap；　pressed　my　face　against　his　chest。　〃Get　the　doctor。〃
　His　chest　was　smooth；　warm。　I　could　hear　his　heartbeat；　feel　it　against　my　cheek。　I　could　smell　blood　under　his　skin　like　some　exotic　candy　that　would　melt　on　my　tongue　and　glide　down　my　throat。　I　worked　my　way　up　his　body　until　I　could　see　the　big　pulse　in　his　neck。　I　watched　that　pulse　like　a　man　dying　of　thirst；　my　throat　burned　with　the　need；　my　lips　dry；　cracked　from　want　of　it。　I　had　to　feed。　I　knew　in　that　instant　that　it　wasn't　my　thought。
　I　stretched　out　that　part　of　me　that　Jean…Claude　claimed　and　found　him。　Found　him　sitting　in　a　windowless　cell。　He　looked　up　as　if　he　could　see　me　standing　in　front　of　him。　He　whispered；　〃Ma　petite；〃　and　I　knew　where　he　was。　I　didn't　know　why；　but　I　knew　where。　He　was　in　the　St。　Louis　city　jail；　in　the　rooms　reserved　for　things　that　cannot　stand　the　light　of　day。　I　stared　into　his　eyes　and　watched　them　fill　with　blue　fire；　until　they　cast　their　own　light　in　the　dim　cell。
　He　reached　out　towards　me；　as　if　we　could　touch；　and　it　was　Micah's　power；　Micah's　beast　rolling　through　my　body　that　tore　me　away　from　Jean…Claude。
　I　opened　my　eyes　to　find　my　arms　around　Micah；　my　face　pressed　to　his　shoulder；　my　mouth　very　close　to　the　long　warmth　of　his　neck。　There　was　movement　in　the　room；　and　I　knew　distantly　that　someone　had　run　to　get　a　doctor；　but　what　I　needed　a　doctor　couldn't　give　me。
　Micah's　skin　smelled　clean；　young。　It　was　like　I　could　tell　just　by　scent　how　old　he　was。　The　blood　was　like　icing　spread　just　under　the　tenderness　of　his　flesh；　and　the　part　of　me　that　thought　of　Micah　as　meat　wasn't　Jean…Claude；　it　was　Richard。
　I　didn't　know　how　to　put　the　need　into　words。　Micah　turned　his　face；　looked　into　my　eyes；　and　I　felt　something　inside　me　open；　some　door　that　I　hadn't　even　known　existed　swung　wide。　A　wind　blew　through　the　door；　a　wind　made　of　darkness　and　the　stillness　of　the　grave。　A　wind　that　held　an　edge　of　electric　warmth　like　the　rub　of　fur　across　bare　skin。　A　wind　that　tasted　of　both　my　men。　But　I　was　the　center；　the　thing　that　could　hold　both　of　them　inside　and　not　break。　Life　and　death；　lust　and　love。
　〃What　are　you？〃　Micah　asked；　his　voice　a　surprised　whisper。
　I'd　always　thought　that　vampires　took　their　victims　　stole　their　will　with　their　eyes　an