"You are babbling, Asher," Jean-Claude said.
"Not everyone is happy with the current council's rules. Some say they are old-fashioned."
"People have been saying that for four hundred years," Jean-Claude said.
"Yes, but until now there was no alternative. Some see your refusal of the council seat as a blow for a new order."
"You know why I did not take it."
Asher laughed, a low roll that played along my skin. "Whatever do you mean, Jean-Claude?"
"I am not powerful enough to hold a council seat. The first challenger would sense that and kill me, then they would have my council seat. I would be a stalking-horse."
"Yet you killed a council member. How did you manage that, Jean-Claude?" He leaned on the back of my seat. I could feel him. He picked up a curl of my hair, and I jerked my head away.
"Where the hell are we going? You were supposed to give directions," I said.
"There is no need for directions," Jean-Claude said. "They have taken the Circus."
"What?" I stared at him, and the only thing that kept the Jeep from swerving was luck. "What did you say?"
"Don't you understand yet? The Traveler, Balthasar's master, blocked my powers and the powers of my vampires, and kept them from reaching out to me."
"Your wolves. You should have felt something from your wolves. They're your animal to call," I said.
Jean-Claude turned to Asher. "Only one vampire could have kept my wolves from calling out for help. The Master of Beasts."
Asher rested his chin on the back of my seat. I felt him nod.
"Get off my seat," I said.
He raised his head but didn't really move back.
"They must think me powerful indeed to send two council masters," Jean-Claude said.
Asher made a harsh sound. "Only you, Jean-Claude, would be arrogant enough to believe that two council masters came to this country just for you."
"If not to teach me a lesson, then why are they here?" Jean-Claude asked.
"Our dark queen wished to know how this legality is working for the vampires in the States. We have traveled from Boston to New Orleans to San Francisco. She chose what cities we would visit, and in what order. Our dark queen left St. Louis, and you, for last."
"Why would she do that?" Jean-Claude asked.
"The Queen of Nightmares can do anything she likes," Asher said. "She says go to Boston, we go."
"If she said, walk out into the sunlight, would you do it?" I asked. I glanced at him. He was close enough that turning my head was enough, no mirror needed.
His face was blank and beautiful, empty. "Perhaps," he said.
I turned back to the road. "You're crazy, you're all crazy."
"Too true," Asher said. He sniffed my hair.
"Stop that."
"You smell of power, Anita Blake. You reek of the dead." He traced his fingers along my neck.
I swerved the Jeep purposefully, sending him sliding around the back seat. "Don't touch me."
"The council thought we would find you stuffed with power. Bloated with new-found abilities, yet you seem much the same. But she is different. She is new. And there is that werewolf. Yes, that Ulfric, Richard Zeeman. You have him bound to you, as well."
Asher pulled himself back up to the seats, though not so close to me. "It is your servants who have the power. Not you."
"Is Padma anything without his animals?" Jean-Claude asked.
"Very true, though I might not say so in front of him." He leaned on the back of the seats again, not touching me this time. "So you admit it is your servants who have given you the power to take a council member."
"My human servant and my wolf are merely extensions of my power. Their hands are my hands; their deeds, my deeds. That is council law. So what does it matter where my power comes from?"
"Quoting council law, Jean-Claude. You have grown cautious since last we met."
"Caution has served me well, Asher."
"But have you had any fun?" It was a strange question coming from someone who was supposed to hate Jean-Claude.
"Some, and you, Asher how fares it with you? Are you still serving the council, or did you come along on this mission to torment me?"
"Yes, to both questions."
"Why have you not fled the council?"
"Many aspire to serve them," Asher said.
"You didn't."
"Perhaps revenge has changed my aspirations."
Jean-Claude laid his hand on Asher's arm. "Ma petiteis right. Hatred is a cold fire, and it gives no warmth."
Asher jerked back, sliding as far back as the seat would let him. I glanced in my rearview mirror. He was huddled in the dark, hugging himself. "When I see you weep for your beloved, I will have all the warmth I need."
"We'll be at the Circus soon," I said. "What's the plan?"
"I am not sure there is a plan. We must assume they have all our people in thrall. So it will be only what the two of us can do alone."
"Are we going to try and take the Circus back, or what?"
Asher laughed. "Is she serious?"
"Always," Jean-Claude said.
"Fine. What are we supposed to do?"
"Survive if you can," Asher said.
"Shut up," I said. "This is what I need to know, Jean-Claude. Do we go in there kicking butt, or crawling?"
"Would you crawl to them, ma petite?"
"They have Willie, Jason, and who knows how many others. So, yeah, if it would keep them safe, I'd do a little crawling."
"I do not think you would be very good at it," Jean-Claude said.
"I'm not."
"But no, no crawling tonight. We are not strong enough to retake the Circus, but we go in, as you say, kicking butt."
"Dominant?" I made it a question.
"Oui."
"How dominant?"
"Be aggressive, but not foolish. You may wound anyone you are capable of hurting, but do not kill. We do not want to give them an excuse."
"They think you've started a revolution, Jean-Claude," Asher said from the darkness. "Like all revolutionaries, dead you become a martyr. They don't want you dead."
Jean-Claude turned so he could see the other vampire. "Then what do they want, Asher? Tell me."
"They have to make an example of you. Surely you see that."
"If I had planned on forging a second council in America, yes, I would see their point. But I know my limitations. I cannot hold a council seat against all comers. It would be a death sentence. I want simply to be left alone."
Asher sighed. "It is too late for that, Jean-Claude. The council is here, and they will not believe your protestations of innocence."
"You believe him," I said.
He was quiet for a few seconds, then said, "Yes, I believe him. The one thing Jean-Claude has always done well is survive. Challenging the council is not a good way to do that." Asher slid forward against the seats, putting his face very near mine. "Remember, Anita, that all those years ago, he waited to save me. Waited until he knew he wouldn't be caught. Waited until he could save me at the least risk to himself. Waited until Julianna was dead, because it was too great a risk to take."
"That is not true," Jean-Claude said.
Asher ignored him. "Be careful that he does not wait to save you."
"I don't wait around for anybody to save me," I said.
Jean-Claude stared out the window at the passing cars. He was shaking his head gently, back and forth, back and forth. "I tire of you already, Asher."
"You tire of me because I speak the truth."
Jean-Claude turned and faced him. "No, I tire of you because you remind me of her, and that once, a very long time ago, I was almost happy."
The two vampires stared at each other. "But now you have a second chance," Asher said.
"You could have a second chance, too, Asher. If you would only let the past go."
"The past is all I have."
"And that is not my fault," Jean-Claude said. Asher slid back into the darkness, huddling against the seat. I thought Jean-Claude had won the argument for now. But just call it a feeling; I didn't think the fight was over.
11
The Circus of the Damned is in a converted warehouse. From the front it looks like a carnival with posters promoting the freak show, and dancing clowns twirling on top of the glowing sign. From the back, it's just dark.