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Mistrals Kiss :: Гамильтон Лорел
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I looked at him and shook my head. “I thought you came by plane.”
He laughed, and it was a joyous sound. “Did you picture the dark host of the sluagh on some human airplane sipping wine and ogling the flight attendants?”
I laughed with him. “I hadn’t thought about it that clearly. You are the sluagh — I didn’t question how you got to me.”
“I will walk the edge of the field where it touches the woods. It is an in-between place, neither field nor forest. I will walk, you will all follow, and we will be at the edge of the Western Sea, where it touches the shore. I am the lord of the between places, Meredith.”
“I didn’t think any royals could still travel so far,” Rhys said.
“I am the King of the Sluagh, Cromm Cruach, master of the last wild hunt of faerie. I have certain gifts.”
“Indeed,” the queen said, drily, “use those gifts, Shadowspawn, and take these rabble from my sight.” She’d used the nickname that the sidhe called him behind his back, but that even she had never used to his face before.
“Your disdain cannot touch me tonight, for I have seen wonders.” He held up the weapons of bone, as if she had missed them before. “I hold the bones of my people. I know my worth.”
If I’d been closer to him I would have embraced him. Probably just as well that I wasn’t, as it might have ruined the power of the moment, but I promised myself to give him a hug the moment we had some privacy. I loved seeing that he valued himself at last.
I heard a sound like the breaking of ice. “Frost,” I said. “We can’t leave him behind.”
“Didn’t the FBI take him to the hospital?” Doyle asked.
I shook my head. “I don’t think so.” I looked out across the snow. I couldn’t see anything, but…I started moving, and the hounds followed at my side. I started to run across the snow, and felt the first sharp pain in my cut feet. I ignored it, and ran faster. Time and distance shortened — as they never before had outside the sithen. One minute I was with the others, the next I was miles away, in the fields beside the road. My twin hounds had stayed with me, and half a dozen of the black mastiffs were there, too.
Frost lay in the snow, unmoving, as if he couldn’t feel the dogs snuffling at him or my hands turning him over. The drifts underneath him were soaked with blood, and his eyes were closed. His face was so cold. I lowered my lips to his and whispered his name: “Frost, please, please, don’t leave me.”
His body convulsed, and his breath rattled back into his chest.
I looked at him and shook my head. “I thought you came by plane.”
He laughed, and it was a joyous sound. “Did you picture the dark host of the sluagh on some human airplane sipping wine and ogling the flight attendants?”
I laughed with him. “I hadn’t thought about it that clearly. You are the sluagh — I didn’t question how you got to me.”
“I will walk the edge of the field where it touches the woods. It is an in-between place, neither field nor forest. I will walk, you will all follow, and we will be at the edge of the Western Sea, where it touches the shore. I am the lord of the between places, Meredith.”
“I didn’t think any royals could still travel so far,” Rhys said.
“I am the King of the Sluagh, Cromm Cruach, master of the last wild hunt of faerie. I have certain gifts.”
“Indeed,” the queen said, drily, “use those gifts, Shadowspawn, and take these rabble from my sight.” She’d used the nickname that the sidhe called him behind his back, but that even she had never used to his face before.
“Your disdain cannot touch me tonight, for I have seen wonders.” He held up the weapons of bone, as if she had missed them before. “I hold the bones of my people. I know my worth.”
If I’d been closer to him I would have embraced him. Probably just as well that I wasn’t, as it might have ruined the power of the moment, but I promised myself to give him a hug the moment we had some privacy. I loved seeing that he valued himself at last.
I heard a sound like the breaking of ice. “Frost,” I said. “We can’t leave him behind.”
“Didn’t the FBI take him to the hospital?” Doyle asked.
I shook my head. “I don’t think so.” I looked out across the snow. I couldn’t see anything, but…I started moving, and the hounds followed at my side. I started to run across the snow, and felt the first sharp pain in my cut feet. I ignored it, and ran faster. Time and distance shortened — as they never before had outside the sithen. One minute I was with the others, the next I was miles away, in the fields beside the road. My twin hounds had stayed with me, and half a dozen of the black mastiffs were there, too.
Frost lay in the snow, unmoving, as if he couldn’t feel the dogs snuffling at him or my hands turning him over. The drifts underneath him were soaked with blood, and his eyes were closed. His face was so cold. I lowered my lips to his and whispered his name: “Frost, please, please, don’t leave me.”
His body convulsed, and his breath rattled back into his chest.