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MICAH

Laurell K. Hamilton

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Micah

Laurell K. Hamilton

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My idea of love is

not everyone's ideal.

Some have broken

under the strain

of it. This one's for

Jon, who sees love

not as a burden,

but as a gift.

Chapter 1

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It was half past dawn when the phone rang. It shattered the first dream of the night into a thousand pieces

so that I couldn't even remember what the dream had been about. I woke gasping and confused, asleep

just long enough to feel worse but not rested.

Nath aniel groaned beside me, mumbling, "What time is it?"

Micah's voice came from the other side of the bed, his voice low and growling, thick with sleep. "Early."

I tried to sit up, sandwiched between the two of them where I always slept, but I was trapped. Trapped in

the sheets, one arm tangled in Nathaniel's hair. He usually braided it for bed, but last night we'd all gotten

in late, even by our standards, and we'd just fallen into bed as soon as we could manage it.

"I'm trapped," I said, trying to extract my hand from his hair without hurting him or tangling worse. His

hair was thick and fell to his ankles; there was lots of it to tangle.

"Let the machine pick up," Micah said. He'd raised up on his elbows enough to see the clock. "We've had

less than an hour of sleep." His hair was a mass of tousled curls around his face and shoulders. His face

was dim in the darkness of the blackout curtains.

I finally got my hand free of Nathaniel's warm, vanilla-scented hair. I lay on my side, propped on my

elbow, waiting for the machine to kick in and let us know whether it was the police for me or the Furry

Coalition hotline for Micah. Nathaniel, as a stripper, didn't get emergency calls much. Just as well; I

wasn't sure I wanted to know what a stripper emergency call would be. The only ideas I could come up

with were either silly or nefarious. Ten rings, and the machine finally kicked on. Micah spoke over the

sound of his own voice on the machine's message. "Who set the machine on the second phone line to ten

rings?"

"Me," Nathaniel said. "It seemed like a better idea when I did it."

We'd put in the second phone line because Micah was the main help for a hotline that new wereanimals

could call and get advice or a rescue. You know, I'm at a bar and I'm about to lose control, come get me

before I turn furry in public . It wasn't technically illegal to be a wereanimal, but new ones sometimes lost

control and ate someone before they came to their senses. They'd probably be shot to death by the local

police before they could be charged with murder. If the police had silver bullets. If not… it could get

very, very bad.

Micah understood the problems of the furred, because he was the local Nimir-Raj, their leopard king.

There was a moment of breathing on the message, too fast, frantic. The sound made me sit up in bed,

letting the sheets pool into my lap. "Anita, Anita, this is Larry. You there?" He sounded scared.

Nathaniel got the receiver before I did, but he said, "Hey, Larry, she's here." He handed me the receiver,

his face worried.

Larry Kirkland—fellow federal marshal, animator, and vampire executioner—didn't panic that easily

anymore. He'd grown, or aged, since he'd started working with me.

"Larry, what's wrong?"

"Anita, thank God." His voice held more relief than I ever wanted to hear in anyone's voice. It meant he

expected me to do something important for him. Something that would take some awful pressure or

problem off their hands.

"What's wrong, Larry?" I asked, and I couldn't keep the worry, out of my own voice.

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