The leopard started licking its paws, like a big old cat, after all. The human half of the pair looked up at me; his stare didn’t quite challenge me, but he was definitely sizing me up. Wanting to see if I’d blink first.
I never blinked first. Mostly. But I kept glancing at this huge cat, perched a couple of yards away from me. He could shove me over in a single leap.
I gave the man a hunter’s smile. “Aren’t there laws against letting wild animals out of their cages?”
“You mean Kay here? He’s perfectly safe,” he said. The leopard blinked at me. He really was a beautiful animal; I wondered about the person inside.
“How do you know I was talking about him?” I said, raising a brow. The guy actually winked at me. Oh, I hoped the cameras were picking this up. Ratings gold. “And what brings you to The Midnight Hour?”
“I’ve got a secret. Wondered if you’d be interested.” He had a clear male voice to go with his handsome body. He might have fronted a boy band.
“I just bet you do. You sound like someone who’s about to make me an offer.”
He pulled something out of his back pocket and held it up—a pair of tickets. “These are you for you, if you want them.”
“Front-row seats to see Wayne Newton?”
“No, not quite,” he said, turning the smile on full force. It was pouty and sultry.
I moved to the edge of the stage to take his offering, which made the security guys—still lurking behind me, ready to tackle the leopard—twitch, but oh well. I didn’t get any overt aggression from either one of them. Just posturing. I could do posturing.
Close to him, his smell washed over me like strong aftershave. The lycanthropy on him was thick, like his animal was close to the surface, more fur than skin. He spent a lot of time in animal form, I guessed. The leopard was now close enough to take a swipe at me, but I stayed calm. Kept my breathing steady. Worked very hard to pretend like I wasn’t nervous around him.
I wasn’t surprised when I looked on the tickets and saw the name of the show printed.
Smirking, I announced to my audience, both TV and live, “Two tickets to see Balthasar, King of Beasts, at the Hanging Gardens. Trying to make me feel at home, are you?”
“Oh, there aren’t any werewolves in this show.”
“But there are... something else?”
He winked. “It’s a secret.”
“I get it,” I said, playing to him, the audience, the cameras. “It’s a publicity stunt. You’re here with tickets to Vegas’s hottest animal show, acting all mysterious and talking about a secret, so I will naturally want to check it out. And in the meantime you get a free plug.”
I almost said something. I almost pointed to them and called, Lycanthrope! But I was sensitive to revealing the lycanthropic identities of people who didn’t want to be revealed. Until this guy announced the fact himself, I wasn’t going to blow their cover. As far as the audience was concerned, this was a guy and his very well-trained leopard.
“You really should come see for yourself.”
This was sure making me wish I’d been able to get Balthasar on for an interview. “So I see the show. Then what?”
“Then we’ll talk.” He gave me another wink, turned, and walked away, stalking up the aisle like, well, a king of beasts. The leopard sprang off the stage and trotted after him. Most of the people here would assume he was just a trained cat. But didn’t anyone notice that not a single word or hand signal had passed between them?
I stared after him probably a little longer than I should have. Shaking my head, I brought my attention back on task.
“Well, it’s just like getting hung up on, except in person. Story of my life.” A few people in the audience made sad, sympathetic noises on my behalf.
The teleprompter said I had five minutes left. After a moment of panic wondering how I was going to wrap everything up after that bit of excitement, I returned to my chair and got to work.
“It looks like we’re about out of time this evening. Thank you all so very much for joining me in this great experiment.” And everyone cheered. Victory.
I closed the show by thanking everyone, introducing everyone, letting the crew and stage managers have their moment in the spotlight, because I thought it would be fun. I finished downstage, front and center, letting the applause crash over me. A person could get addicted to this sort of thing. Live TV. I’d done it and survived, and it felt good. This was the rush that made all the anxiety worthwhile.
Once the cameras were off, I gave away the rest of the T-shirts and sat on the edge of the stage for half an hour to sign autographs, which was fine, because I had so much nervous energy bubbling in me I wouldn’t have been able to do anything but stand there and shake if I hadn’t had a job to do.
In the midst of the post-show chaos and winding down, Erica handed me a cordless phone. Through it, Ozzie’s voice greeted me. “It was fabulous. I told you this was a good idea. You’re a natural. How did it feel?”
“Like I’d fallen from twenty thousand feet and was building my parachute on the way down,” I said. As in airless and desperate. Yet exhilarating. He just laughed.
We wrapped up a short debriefing. Finally, the only people left were crew breaking down equipment and cleaning up, Dom the vampire with some of his hangers-on, my parents, and Ben. I sat on the edge of the stage to talk to them.
Dom came to shake my hand and offer congratulations. “Thanks for inviting me, Kitty. That was a lot of fun.”
“Glad you liked it. Hey—do you know who that guy was with the tickets to Balthasar’s show?”
“One of the people from the act, I assume,” he said, shrugging. “I don’t keep up with them all.”
“Really? Every other vampire Master I’ve met has kept files on the local lycanthropes. Total spy crap.”
“But this is Las Vegas. They leave me alone, I leave them alone. Better that way, don’t you think?” He winked at me before sauntering off with his entourage. The vampires looked like any other night owls crawling around Vegas.
“Oh, Kitty, we’re so proud of you!” Mom and Dad joined me next, leaving their front-row seats. Big hugs all around.
“Did you like it? Did you have fun?”
They said yes, and I had to admit that no matter how old I got, I would still be happy at my parents’ approval. So much for being a rebel.
Dad nodded at the door Dom had just left through. “Who was that guy?”
“That was a real live vampire. A real undead vampire, I mean. Friend of a friend.”
He donned a thoughtful “well, isn’t that something” expression. “Hmm. How about that?”
Sometimes I thought my parents really hadn’t registered the fact that their daughter was a werewolf and made a living delving into the realm of supernatural horror movies made real. They seemed to regard it all as a rather strange hobby that I’d taken up—they didn’t understand it, but they’d be supportive. That was okay, because I didn’t want them to have to understand it any more than necessary. I wanted them to stay safe. As safe as possible. The world didn’t need supernatural badness to be a scary place. It already had things like cancer.
Ben joined me, sitting next to me on the edge of the stage.
“Hello, Ben, how are you?” Mom said, beaming at her soon-to-be son-in-law.
“Fine, thanks.”
“You two all ready for tomorrow?”
The getting-married thing. I kept forgetting. Not really forgetting, but I’d been so focused on the show, it had faded to the background. No, I’m not, I wanted to say. That was post-show nerves talking. “I guess I ought to get some sleep or something. I think I need a drink.”
Mom took Dad’s hand. “It’s past our bedtime, so we’ll leave you two to it.”
I said, “This is Las Vegas. You can’t have a bedtime in Vegas.”
Mom just gave me a look. “Good night, dear.”