and opened the next drawer over, like Marcus had said, and sure enough there was the cutlery. I took out a fork, then grabbed another one and offered it to him.
He shook his head. "I'm already indulging," he said, and shook a tumbler glass that I hadn't seen before.
"So why cant you sleep?" I said, as I took my first bite of cake, trying not to look too eager. It was even more delicious than the cake I had dreamed of. I was really going to enjoy living with the two of them.
"I don't sleep all that much," Marcus said. "Too many dreams. I came out here to enjoy the view. And think."
"Oh, well I can go back to my room if you want to be alone," I said.
"No, stay. I would like it if we could talk a little."
"Okay," I shrugged, "anything you want to know, I'm an open book." A few hours earlier I would never have been willing to be that open, but now that I had gotten so close to Connor I wanted to make sure Marcus liked me too.
Marcus played with his glass a moment, swirling the dark liquid in the bottom of it.
"Has Connor added a new cut to his collection?"
The question caught me so off guard that I dropped the piece of cake I was balancing on the fork. I thought back to Connor saying that Marcus didn't approve of what he did. I didn't want to get Connor in trouble, but I also didn't want to start things off with Marcus by lying to him. "Yes, he has," I said in a quiet voice.
Marcus nodded just a little. "It took me a long time to civilize him. He was just about all animal when I found him. He could barely even speak. I managed to break him of most of the habits that he retained from that place that I found him in, but he stubbornly holds on to that one."
"Wait," I said, thinking it through in my head, "how did you even know that..."
"That you had seen him naked?" Marcus smiled. "I have better ears than you might think Sara. As you will soon learn, the more you change in to the wolf, the more the wolf bleeds over in to your human life. When I first learned to change at will I spent a great deal of time as the wolf. I even spent an entire month in that skin. I am as much wolf as I am human now."
I had long since put the fork down. It wasn't that Marcus was frightening, or menacing, he was just... intense. Too intense to sit there and eat cake with, even as good as it was.
"I bring this all up only because mating can be a very primal experience for our kind. I don't want Connor to get lost in that. I don't want him to undo all the hard work that he did to regain his humanity. It is a fine line to walk, between man and animal."
"No, he's fine," I said. I knew exactly what being more animal than human looked like. It described every other male werewolf I had ever met, every wolf that had gotten one good sniff of me and had tried to force themselves on me. Connor was different from them, of that I was sure.
"Good," Marcus said.
"What was that like, spending an entire month as a wolf? I cant even imagine it."
"I was running away from my life, or what was left of my life, and in that sense it was liberating. I didn't have to think, I didn't have to be me. All I thought about was the scents and the sounds and the sights of the forest. And the next kill. I simply existed."
I couldn't even wrap my head around that. Going to sleep as a wolf. Waking up a a wolf. Being the wolf was something I endured. Occasionally it turned out to be useful. But to live an entire month like that? My mind quickly went back to what I was really wondering about though. "Are you okay with me and Connor..." I blushed, "being together. You said you didn't care, before, about which one of you I chose, but..."
"It makes no difference to me. I grew up safe, surrounded by family. I don't have the first idea of what your life has been like up until this point, but I imagine that safety and security have been in short supply. Connor's presence by your side can provide you with both of those things, whereas I am not as interested in being that presence.
Jean-Claude Izzo, Howard Curtis