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butterfly will take your request to the Great Spirit. Since you released the butterfly, when you could have killed or captured it, the Great Spirit will be inclined to view your request favorably.”
    “I am doomed,” I told the pillow. “Doomed to butterflies and balloons.”
    “At least it isn’t pigeons,” observed Warren practically.

2

    “SO WHAT DID YOU DO TO DARRYL?” ADAM ASKED AS he shut the driver’s-side door of my Rabbit.
    Usually I drove the Rabbit, but Alpha wolves don’t deal well with commercial airline travel. Having to trust some stranger to fly the plane had left Adam with a need for control, so when his daughter Jesse and I picked him up from the airport, he got to drive.
    “I didn’t do anything to Darryl,” I protested.
    Adam gave me a long look before he backed out of the parking spot and drove toward the exit of the airport parking lot.
    “I stopped by Stefan’s on the way to movie night,” I said. “Adam, Stefan is in real trouble. He’s lost a lot of his menagerie, and he hasn’t replaced them. They’re dying; he was dying.”
    Adam reached out for my arm and turned it so he could see the inside of my elbow. I looked at the flawless skin with interest, too.
    “Mercy,” Adam said, as Jesse snickered in the backseat. “Quit screwing around.”
    “It’s on the other arm,” I told him. “Just a couple of marks. In a day or so, they’ll be gone. You know it won’t hurt me. Our mate bond and the pack keeps him from connecting to me the way he would a human.”
    “No wonder Darryl was upset,” Adam told me as he pulled up to the ticket booth behind another car. “He doesn’t like vampires.”
    “Stefan needs to gather more people into his menagerie,” I said. “He knows it, I know it—but I can’t tell him so.”
    “Why not?” asked Jesse.
    “Because a vampire’s menagerie is made up of victims,” Adam answered. “Most of them die very slowly. Stefan’s better than the average vampire, but they are still victims. If Mercy encourages him to go out hunting, she’s telling him that she approves of what he’s doing.”
    “Which I don’t,” I said staunchly. The driver of the car in front of us was arguing with the ticket lady. I picked at the seam of my jeans.
    “Except that it’s Stefan,” Adam said. “Who’s not such a bad guy for a vampire.”
    “Yeah,” I agreed soberly. “But he’s still a vampire.”
    The lady in the ticket booth apparently won the argument because the driver handed her his credit card. I noticed that the ticket lady had a bouquet of helium balloons beside her; in the center was a Mylar balloon that said, “Happy Birthday, Grandma!”
    “I have a request,” I told Adam, as he handed the parking ticket to the lady in the booth.
    “What’s that?” He looked exhausted. This was his second trip this month to the other Washington on the opposite side of the country, and it was wearing on him. I hesitated. Maybe I should wait until he’d gotten a good night’s sleep.
    In the backseat of the Rabbit, Jesse giggled. She was a good kid, and we liked each other. Today, her hair was the same dark brown as her father’s. Yesterday, it had been green. Green is not a good hair color on anyone. After three weeks of hair that looked like rotting spinach, I think she finally agreed with me. When I got up this morning to go to work, she was in the process of dyeing it. The brown was somewhat more unexpected than the green had been.
    “Hush, you,” I told her with mock sternness. “No cracks from the peanut gallery.”
    “What do you need?” Adam asked me.
    I already felt better with him home—the restless anxiety that was my constant companion when he was away had left and taken with it my panicky trapped feeling, too.
    The lady in the parking booth nodded and waved us on because we’d timed Adam’s flight right and had only been there fifteen minutes—still in the free-parking time allotment.
    The balloons beside her made my