““I hate you.” My voice was flat with the effort not to scream. In that moment I meant it. And I knew Jean-Claude would sense it. I wanted him to know. “Ma petite…” “No, you’ve done enough talking. It’s my turn. If you harm Richard Zeeman, I’ll kill you.” “He means that much to you?” There was surprise in his voice. Great. “No, you mean that little.” I stepped away from him, around him. Gave him my back and walked away. Let him sink his fangs into that bit of truth. Tonight, I meant every word.””
