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hiring expert help. That was new. I'd never had an assassin after my butt
before. I waited to feel fear wash over me, but it didn't. Oh, in a vague sort
of way, I was afraid, but not like I should have been. It wasn't that I didn't
believe it could happen. I did believe. It was more that so much else had
happened in the last year that I couldn't get too excited yet. If the assassin
jumped out and started shooting, I'd deal with it. Maybe later I'd even have
an attack of nerves. But I didn't get many attacks of nerves anymore. Part of
me was numbing out like a combat veteran. There was just too much to take in,
so you stop taking it in. I almost wished I had been scared. Fear will keep
you alive; indifference won't.
Somewhere out there, by tomorrow, someone would have my name on a to-do
list. Pick up dry cleaning, buy groceries, kill Anita Blake.



3

I stepped back into the living room and caught Richard's eye. I was sort of
ready to go home. Somehow, knowing an assassin was out there, or would be
soon, had put a damper on the evening.
"What's wrong?" Richard asked.
"Nothing," I said. I know, I know, I had to tell him, but how do you tell
your sweetie that people are trying to kill you? Not in a room full of people.
Maybe in the car.
"Yes, there is. You've got that tension between your eyebrows that means
you're trying not to frown."
"No, I'm not."
He smoothed his finger between my eyes. "Yes, you are."
I glared at him. "Am not."
He smiled. "Now you are frowning." His face sobered. "What's wrong"
I sighed. I stepped closer to him, not for romance but for privacy.
Vampires had incredibly good hearing, and I didn't want Robert to know. He'd
tattle to Jean-Claude. If I wanted Jean-Claude to know, I'd tell him myself.
"It was Edward on the phone."
"What does he want?" Richard was frowning now, too.
"Someone tried to hire him to kill me."
A look of total astonishment blossomed on his face, and I was glad his back
was to the room. He closed his mouth, opened it, and finally said, "I would
say you're kidding, but I know you're not. Why would anyone want to kill you?"
"There are plenty of people who would like to see me dead, Richard. But
none of them have the kind of money that's being put out for the hit."
"How can you be so calm about this?"
"Would it solve anything if I had hysterics?"
He shook his head. "It's not that." He seemed to think for a second. "It's
that you're not outraged that someone's trying to kill you. You just accept
it, almost like it's normal. It isn't normal."
"Assassins aren't normal, even for me, Richard," I said.
"Just vampires, zombies, and werewolves," he said.
I smiled. "Yeah."
He hugged me tightly and whispered, "Loving you can be very scary