QUOTE : Jean-Claude’s voice whispered through my head, ‘I am sorry, ma petite, there is no time.’ I thought he was apologizing for the fact that they were going to shoot Richard, until I felt his power. It didn’t wash over me, it didn’t press against me like Richard’s had; his power simply was there and did what it wanted. I felt it almost like a series of tumblers in a lock: click, and he took Richard’s blood lust, like a cup in his hand; click, and he turned that blood lust into another kind of lust; click, and he spilled it into me. There