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The Lunatic Cafe :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 124 из 234"Never underestimate me, Richard, and what I'm willing to do to stay alive. To keep others alive. I never want us to fight, not like that, but if you don't control your pack, then I will."
He moved away from me. His face looked almost angry. "Is that a threat?"
"It's out of control, and you know it. I can't promise not to hurt them unless you can guarantee that they'll behave. And you can't do that."
"No, I can't guarantee that." He didn't like saying it.
"Then don't ask me to promise not to hurt them."
"Can you at least try not to kill them, as a first option?"
I thought about that. "I don't know. Maybe."
"You can't just say, 'Yes, Richard, I won't kill your friends'?"
"It would be a lie."
He nodded. "I suppose so."
I heard the rustle of leather from the backseat as Stephen moved around. "Louie's out of it, but he'll be okay."
"How did you get him into the Jeep?" Richard asked.
I just stared at him.
He had the grace to look embarrassed. "You carried him. I knew that." He touched the cut on my forehead, gently. It still hurt. "Even with this, you carried him."
"It was either that or let the cops have him. What would have happened if they'd piled him into an ambulance and he'd started healing like that?"
"They'd have known what he was," Richard said.
Stephen was leaning on the back of the seat, chin resting on his forearms. He seemed to have forgotten that I'd nearly stabbed him, or maybe he was used to being threatened. Maybe. Up close his eyes were the startled blue of cornflowers. With his blond hair spitting around his face he looked like one of those china dolls that you buy in exclusive shops, that you never let children play with.
"I can take Louie to my place," he said.
"No," I said.
They both looked at me, surprised. I wasn't sure what to say, but I knew that Richard could not come with me to Guilty Pleasures. If I had any hope of keeping us all alive, Richard could not be on the spot when I broke the news.
"I thought I'd drive you home," Richard said, "or to the nearest hospital, whichever you need."
It would have been my preference to, but not tonight. "Louie's your best friend. I thought you might want to take care of him."
He was staring at me, lovely brown eyes narrowed into suspicious squints. "You're trying to get rid of me. Why?"
My head hurt. I couldn't think of a good lie. I didn't think he'd buy a bad one. "How much do you trust Stephen?"
The question seemed to throw him off balance.
He moved away from me. His face looked almost angry. "Is that a threat?"
"It's out of control, and you know it. I can't promise not to hurt them unless you can guarantee that they'll behave. And you can't do that."
"No, I can't guarantee that." He didn't like saying it.
"Then don't ask me to promise not to hurt them."
"Can you at least try not to kill them, as a first option?"
I thought about that. "I don't know. Maybe."
"You can't just say, 'Yes, Richard, I won't kill your friends'?"
"It would be a lie."
He nodded. "I suppose so."
I heard the rustle of leather from the backseat as Stephen moved around. "Louie's out of it, but he'll be okay."
"How did you get him into the Jeep?" Richard asked.
I just stared at him.
He had the grace to look embarrassed. "You carried him. I knew that." He touched the cut on my forehead, gently. It still hurt. "Even with this, you carried him."
"It was either that or let the cops have him. What would have happened if they'd piled him into an ambulance and he'd started healing like that?"
"They'd have known what he was," Richard said.
Stephen was leaning on the back of the seat, chin resting on his forearms. He seemed to have forgotten that I'd nearly stabbed him, or maybe he was used to being threatened. Maybe. Up close his eyes were the startled blue of cornflowers. With his blond hair spitting around his face he looked like one of those china dolls that you buy in exclusive shops, that you never let children play with.
"I can take Louie to my place," he said.
"No," I said.
They both looked at me, surprised. I wasn't sure what to say, but I knew that Richard could not come with me to Guilty Pleasures. If I had any hope of keeping us all alive, Richard could not be on the spot when I broke the news.
"I thought I'd drive you home," Richard said, "or to the nearest hospital, whichever you need."
It would have been my preference to, but not tonight. "Louie's your best friend. I thought you might want to take care of him."
He was staring at me, lovely brown eyes narrowed into suspicious squints. "You're trying to get rid of me. Why?"
My head hurt. I couldn't think of a good lie. I didn't think he'd buy a bad one. "How much do you trust Stephen?"
The question seemed to throw him off balance.