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Guilty Pleasures :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 165 из 205“I will destroy something Jean-Claude has given his protection to.”
How fast could I get to the knife on my leg? And what good would it do me?
“I will prove to all that Jean-Claude can protect nothing. I am master of all.”
Egocentric bitch. Winter grabbed my arm before I could do anything. Too busy watching the vampires to notice the humans.
“Go,” she said. “Kill him.”
Aubrey and Valentine stood away from the wall and bowed. Then they were gone, as if they had vanished. I turned to Nikolaos.
She smiled. “Yes, I clouded your mind, and you did not see them go.”
“Where are they going?” My stomach was tight. I think I already knew the answer.
“Jean-Claude has given Phillip his protection; thus he must die.”
“No.”
Nikolaos smiled. “Oh, but yes.”
A scream ripped through the hallway. A man's scream. Phillip's scream.
“No!” I half-fell to my knees; only Winter's hand kept me from falling to the floor. I pretended to faint, sagging in his grip. He released me. I grabbed the knife from its ankle sheath. Winter and I were close to the hallway, far away from Nikolaos and her human. Maybe far enough.
Winter was staring at her as if waiting for orders. I came up off the ground and drove the knife into his groin. The knife sank in, and blood poured out as I drew the blade free and raced for the hallway.
I was at the door when the first trickle of wind oozed down my back. I didn't look back. I opened the door.
Phillip sagged in the chains. Blood poured in a bright red flood down his chest. It splattered onto the floor, like rain. Torchlight glittered on the wet bone of his spine. Someone had ripped his throat out.
I staggered against the wall as if someone had hit me. I couldn't get enough air. Someone kept whispering, “Oh, God, oh, God,” over and over, and it was me. I walked down the steps with my back pressed against the wall. I couldn't take my eyes from him. Couldn't look away. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't cry.
The torchlight reflected in his eyes, giving the illusion of movement. A scream built in my gut and spilled out my throat. “Phillip!”
Aubrey stepped between me and Phillip. He was covered in blood. “I look forward to visiting your lovely friend, Catherine.”
I wanted to run at him, screaming. Instead, I leaned against the wall, knife held down at my side, unnoticed. The goal was no longer to get out alive. The goal was to kill Aubrey. “You son of a bitch, you fucking son of a bitch.
How fast could I get to the knife on my leg? And what good would it do me?
“I will prove to all that Jean-Claude can protect nothing. I am master of all.”
Egocentric bitch. Winter grabbed my arm before I could do anything. Too busy watching the vampires to notice the humans.
“Go,” she said. “Kill him.”
Aubrey and Valentine stood away from the wall and bowed. Then they were gone, as if they had vanished. I turned to Nikolaos.
She smiled. “Yes, I clouded your mind, and you did not see them go.”
“Where are they going?” My stomach was tight. I think I already knew the answer.
“Jean-Claude has given Phillip his protection; thus he must die.”
“No.”
Nikolaos smiled. “Oh, but yes.”
A scream ripped through the hallway. A man's scream. Phillip's scream.
“No!” I half-fell to my knees; only Winter's hand kept me from falling to the floor. I pretended to faint, sagging in his grip. He released me. I grabbed the knife from its ankle sheath. Winter and I were close to the hallway, far away from Nikolaos and her human. Maybe far enough.
Winter was staring at her as if waiting for orders. I came up off the ground and drove the knife into his groin. The knife sank in, and blood poured out as I drew the blade free and raced for the hallway.
I was at the door when the first trickle of wind oozed down my back. I didn't look back. I opened the door.
Phillip sagged in the chains. Blood poured in a bright red flood down his chest. It splattered onto the floor, like rain. Torchlight glittered on the wet bone of his spine. Someone had ripped his throat out.
I staggered against the wall as if someone had hit me. I couldn't get enough air. Someone kept whispering, “Oh, God, oh, God,” over and over, and it was me. I walked down the steps with my back pressed against the wall. I couldn't take my eyes from him. Couldn't look away. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't cry.
The torchlight reflected in his eyes, giving the illusion of movement. A scream built in my gut and spilled out my throat. “Phillip!”
Aubrey stepped between me and Phillip. He was covered in blood. “I look forward to visiting your lovely friend, Catherine.”
I wanted to run at him, screaming. Instead, I leaned against the wall, knife held down at my side, unnoticed. The goal was no longer to get out alive. The goal was to kill Aubrey. “You son of a bitch, you fucking son of a bitch.