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Mistrals Kiss :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 75 из 148Do not lie to someonewho helped raise you.”
“I also wanted the wings of a nightflyer to come out of my back when I was small — do you remember that?”
She nodded, that head seeming too large for the narrow shoulders. “You cried when you realized you would never have wings.”
“We want many things when we are children. I admit that there were times when I wished they were gone.” He made a motion as if he would touch what was no longer there, the way an amputee will try to scratch a ghost limb. His hand fell away before it made contact with the raw ruin of his stomach.
“How did they trap you, and why did they do this?” Doyle asked.
“I am a king in my own right, not just a noble of the queen’s guard. If the Seelie did not see me as an unclean thing, I could have bedded one of their sidhe women long ago. But I am considered a worse crime than a mere Unseelie sidhe. Queen Andais calls me her Perverse Creature, and the Seelie truly believe that. I am a creature, a thing, an abomination to them.”
“Sholto,” I whispered.
“Don’t, Princess — I have seen you flinch away from me, too.”
I moved toward him. “At first, yes. But since then I have seen you shining in your power, with a play of colors in those extras so that they shone like jewels in the sun. I have felt your body thrumming with magic and power, your nakedness inside my body.” I touched his arm.
He didn’t pull away.
“You did not fuck him,” Segna said.
“No, but I’ve held him in my mouth, and if you hadn’t interrupted that night, we might have done more.” I had not enjoyed Sholto’s extra bits, but once he had started to glow with power, his magic responding to my touch, I had seen him clearly for a shining moment. Seen him as handsome and seen that nest of tentacles not as a deformity but just as another part of him. I doubted I could have slept in the same bed with him, but sex…sex had seemed like a good idea in that moment. I tried to let him see that in my face now, but perhaps it showed, because he drew away and began to tell the story of the deception.
“I should have known it was a lie,” he said. “Lady Clarisse offered to meet with me. She sent a note saying that she had glimpsed me without my shirt, and had not been able to stop fantasizing about it. I leapt at the chance, not stopping to question. I wanted so much to be with another sidhe, even if it was for only a night.
“I also wanted the wings of a nightflyer to come out of my back when I was small — do you remember that?”
She nodded, that head seeming too large for the narrow shoulders. “You cried when you realized you would never have wings.”
“We want many things when we are children. I admit that there were times when I wished they were gone.” He made a motion as if he would touch what was no longer there, the way an amputee will try to scratch a ghost limb. His hand fell away before it made contact with the raw ruin of his stomach.
“How did they trap you, and why did they do this?” Doyle asked.
“I am a king in my own right, not just a noble of the queen’s guard. If the Seelie did not see me as an unclean thing, I could have bedded one of their sidhe women long ago. But I am considered a worse crime than a mere Unseelie sidhe. Queen Andais calls me her Perverse Creature, and the Seelie truly believe that. I am a creature, a thing, an abomination to them.”
“Sholto,” I whispered.
“Don’t, Princess — I have seen you flinch away from me, too.”
I moved toward him. “At first, yes. But since then I have seen you shining in your power, with a play of colors in those extras so that they shone like jewels in the sun. I have felt your body thrumming with magic and power, your nakedness inside my body.” I touched his arm.
He didn’t pull away.
“You did not fuck him,” Segna said.
“No, but I’ve held him in my mouth, and if you hadn’t interrupted that night, we might have done more.” I had not enjoyed Sholto’s extra bits, but once he had started to glow with power, his magic responding to my touch, I had seen him clearly for a shining moment. Seen him as handsome and seen that nest of tentacles not as a deformity but just as another part of him. I doubted I could have slept in the same bed with him, but sex…sex had seemed like a good idea in that moment. I tried to let him see that in my face now, but perhaps it showed, because he drew away and began to tell the story of the deception.
“I should have known it was a lie,” he said. “Lady Clarisse offered to meet with me. She sent a note saying that she had glimpsed me without my shirt, and had not been able to stop fantasizing about it. I leapt at the chance, not stopping to question. I wanted so much to be with another sidhe, even if it was for only a night.