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Guilty Pleasures :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 184 из 205I stopped to pickup my gym bag. It was untouched, just lying there. Edward moved ahead of me and tossed the torch on the gravel driveway. The wind rustled through the trees; then Edward yelled, “Anita!”
I rolled. Edward's gun fired, and something fell squealing on the grass. I stared at the ghoul while Edward pumped bullets into it. When I swallowed my heart back down into my chest, I crawled to the gasoline can and unscrewed it.
The ghoul screamed. Edward was driving the ghoul with the burning torch. I splashed gasoline on the cringing thing, dropped to my knees, and said, “Light it.”
Edward shoved the torch home. Fire whooshed over the ghoul, and it started screaming. The night stank of burning meat and hair. And gasoline.
It rolled over and over on the ground trying to put out the fire, but it wouldn't go out.
I whispered, “You're next, Zachary baby. You are next.”
The shirt had burned away, and Edward tossed the rake to the ground. “Let's get out of here,” he said.
I agreed wholeheartedly. I unlocked the car, tossed my gym bag in the back seat, and started the car. The ghoul was lying on the grass, not moving, burning.
Edward was in the passenger seat with the machine gun in his lap. For the first time since I'd met him, Edward looked shaken. Scared, even.
“You going to sleep with that machine gun?” I asked.
He glanced at me. “You going to sleep with your gun?” he asked.
Point for Edward. I took the narrow gravel turns as quick as I dared. My Nova wasn't built for speed maneuvering. Having a wreck here in the cemetery didn't seem like a real good idea tonight. The headlights bounced over the tombstones, but nothing moved. No ghouls in sight.
I took a deep breath and let it out. This was the second attempt on my life in as many days. Frankly, I'd rather be shot at.
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We drove in silence for a long time. It was Edward who finally spoke into the wheel-rushing quiet. “I don't think we should go back to your apartment,” he said.
“Agreed.”
“I'll take you to my hotel. Unless you have someplace else you'd rather go?”
Where could I go? Ronnie's? I didn't want her endangered anymore. Who else could I endanger? No one. No one but Edward, and he could handle it. Maybe better than I could.
My beeper trembled against my waist, sending shock waves all along my rib cage. I hated putting the beeper on silent mode. The damn thing always scared me when it went off.
I rolled. Edward's gun fired, and something fell squealing on the grass. I stared at the ghoul while Edward pumped bullets into it. When I swallowed my heart back down into my chest, I crawled to the gasoline can and unscrewed it.
The ghoul screamed. Edward was driving the ghoul with the burning torch. I splashed gasoline on the cringing thing, dropped to my knees, and said, “Light it.”
Edward shoved the torch home. Fire whooshed over the ghoul, and it started screaming. The night stank of burning meat and hair. And gasoline.
It rolled over and over on the ground trying to put out the fire, but it wouldn't go out.
I whispered, “You're next, Zachary baby. You are next.”
The shirt had burned away, and Edward tossed the rake to the ground. “Let's get out of here,” he said.
I agreed wholeheartedly. I unlocked the car, tossed my gym bag in the back seat, and started the car. The ghoul was lying on the grass, not moving, burning.
Edward was in the passenger seat with the machine gun in his lap. For the first time since I'd met him, Edward looked shaken. Scared, even.
“You going to sleep with that machine gun?” I asked.
He glanced at me. “You going to sleep with your gun?” he asked.
Point for Edward. I took the narrow gravel turns as quick as I dared. My Nova wasn't built for speed maneuvering. Having a wreck here in the cemetery didn't seem like a real good idea tonight. The headlights bounced over the tombstones, but nothing moved. No ghouls in sight.
I took a deep breath and let it out. This was the second attempt on my life in as many days. Frankly, I'd rather be shot at.
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We drove in silence for a long time. It was Edward who finally spoke into the wheel-rushing quiet. “I don't think we should go back to your apartment,” he said.
“Agreed.”
“I'll take you to my hotel. Unless you have someplace else you'd rather go?”
Where could I go? Ronnie's? I didn't want her endangered anymore. Who else could I endanger? No one. No one but Edward, and he could handle it. Maybe better than I could.
My beeper trembled against my waist, sending shock waves all along my rib cage. I hated putting the beeper on silent mode. The damn thing always scared me when it went off.