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mate."
    I shook my head. "We aren't dating anymore, Irving."
    "But Richard hasn't picked a new lupa, Anita. Until he does, the job's yours."
    Richard was tall, dark, handsome, honest, truthful, brave. He was perfect except for being a werewolf. Even that had been forgivable, or so I thought. Until I saw him in action. Saw the whole enchilada. The meat had been raw and squirming, the sauce a little bloody.
    Now I was dating just Jean-Claude. I wasn't sure how much of an improvement dating the head vampire of the city was over dating the head werewolf, but I'd made my choice. It was Jean-Claude's pale, pale hands that held my body. His black hair that curled over my pillow. His midnight-blue eyes that I stared into while we made love.
    Good girls do not have premarital sex, especially with the undead. I didn't think good girls had regrets about ex-boyfriend A, when they've chosen boyfriend B. Maybe I'd been wrong. Richard and I avoided each other when we could. Which had been for most of the last six weeks. Now he was out of town. Easy to avoid each other now.
    "I won't ask what you're thinking about," Irving said. "I think I know."
    "Don't be so damn smart," I said.
    He spread his hands wide. "Occupational hazard."
    That made me laugh. "So Sylvie's forbidden anyone to help the leopards. Where does that leave Stephen?"
    "He went against her direct orders, Anita. For someone as low in the pack structure as Stephen, that took guts. But Sylvie won't be impressed. She'll tear him up, and she won't allow anyone to come down and baby-sit them. I know her that well."
    "I can't do this twenty-four hours a day, Irving."
    "They'll heal in a day or so."
    I frowned at him. "I can't sit here for two days."
    He looked away from me and went to stand beside Stephen's bed. He stared down at the sleeping man, hands clasped in front of him.
    I walked over to them. I touched Irving's arm. "What aren't you telling me?"
    He shook his head. "I don't know what you mean."
    I turned him around, made him face me. "Talk to me, Irving."
    "You aren't a shapeshifter, Anita. You aren't dating Richard anymore. You need to get out of our world, not further into it."
    He looked so serious, solemn, that it scared me. "Irving, what's wrong?"
    He just shook his head.
    I grabbed him by both arms and resisted the urge to shake him. "What are you hiding?"
    "There is a way for you to get the pack to guard Stephen and even Nathaniel."
    I took a step back. "I'm listening."
    "You outrank Sylvie."
    "I'm not a shapeshifter, Irving. I was the new pack leader's girlfriend. I'm not even that anymore."
    "You're more than that, Anita, and you know it. You've killed some of us. You kill easily and without remorse. The pack respects that."
    "Gee, Irving, what a rousing endorsement."
    "Do you feel badly about killing Raina? Did you lose sleep over Gabriel?"
    "I killed Raina because she was trying to kill me. I killed Gabriel for the same reason, self-preservation. So no, I didn't lose any sleep."
    "The pack respects you, Anita. If you could find some pack members that are already outed as shifters and convince them that you're scarier than Sylvie, they'd guard them, both of them."
    "I am not scarier than Sylvie, Irving. I can't beat them to a pulp. She can."
    "But you can kill them." He said it very quietly, watching my face, searching my expression.
    I opened my mouth, closed it. "What are you trying to get me to do, Irving?"
    He shook his head. "Nothing. Forget I said it. I shouldn't have said it. Get more cops in here and go home, Anita. Just get out of it while you can."
    "What's going on, Irving? Is Sylvie a problem?"
    He looked at me. His usually cheerful eyes, solemn, thoughtful. He shook his head. "I've got to go, Anita."
    I grabbed his arm. "You go nowhere until you tell me what's happening."
    He turned back to me slowly, reluctantly. I let go of his arm and stepped back. "Talk."
    "Sylvie has challenged everyone higher in the pack than she is, and won."
    I looked at him.