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The Lunatic Cafe :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"Have you set a date?"
"No," I said.
He cocked his head to one side, studying me. "It is the truth but there is some bit of lie to it. What are you holding back, ma petite ?"
I frowned at him. "I've told you the truth."
"But not all of it."
I didn't want to tell him. He'd enjoy it too much. I felt vaguely disloyal to Richard. "I'm not completely sure about marrying Richard."
"Why not?" There was something in his face that was almost hopeful. I couldn't let him get the wrong idea.
"I saw him go all spooky. I felt his. . power."
"And?"
"And now I'm not sure," I said.
"He's not human enough for you, either." He threw back his head and laughed. A joyous outpouring of sound that coated me like chocolate. Heavy and sweet and annoying.
"She loves another," Gretchen said. "Does it matter if she doubts him? She doubts you. She rejects you, Jean-Claude. Isn't that enough?"
"Did you do all that to her face?"
She stalked a tight circle like a tiger in a cage. "She does not love you as I do." She knelt in front of him, hands touching his legs, face staring up into his. "Please, I love you. I've always loved you. Kill her or let her marry this man. She doesn't deserve your adoration."
He ignored her. "Are you all right, ma petite ?"
"I'm fine."
Gretchen dug fingers into his jeans, grabbing at him. "Please, please!"
I didn't like her, but the pain, the hopeless pain in her voice was horrible to hear. She'd tried to kill me and I still felt sorry for her.
"Leave us, Gretchen."
"No!" She clutched at him.
"I forbade you to harm her. You disobeyed me. I should kill you."
She just stayed kneeling, gazing up at him. I couldn't see her expression and was glad of it. I wasn't big on adoration. "Jean-Claude, please, please, I only did it for you. She doesn't love you."
His hand was suddenly around her neck. I hadn't seen him move. It was magic. Whatever was letting me look him in the eyes, it didn't stop him playing with my mind. Or maybe he was just that fast. Naw.
She tried to talk. His fingers closed, and the words came out as small, choked sounds. He stood, drawing her to her feet. Her hands wrapped around his wrist, trying to keep him from hanging her. He kept lifting until her feet dangled in the air. I knew she could fight him. I'd felt the strength in those delicate-seeming hands. Except for her hand on his wrist she didn't even struggle.
"Have you set a date?"
"No," I said.
He cocked his head to one side, studying me. "It is the truth but there is some bit of lie to it. What are you holding back, ma petite ?"
I frowned at him. "I've told you the truth."
"But not all of it."
I didn't want to tell him. He'd enjoy it too much. I felt vaguely disloyal to Richard. "I'm not completely sure about marrying Richard."
"Why not?" There was something in his face that was almost hopeful. I couldn't let him get the wrong idea.
"I saw him go all spooky. I felt his. . power."
"And?"
"And now I'm not sure," I said.
"He's not human enough for you, either." He threw back his head and laughed. A joyous outpouring of sound that coated me like chocolate. Heavy and sweet and annoying.
"She loves another," Gretchen said. "Does it matter if she doubts him? She doubts you. She rejects you, Jean-Claude. Isn't that enough?"
"Did you do all that to her face?"
She stalked a tight circle like a tiger in a cage. "She does not love you as I do." She knelt in front of him, hands touching his legs, face staring up into his. "Please, I love you. I've always loved you. Kill her or let her marry this man. She doesn't deserve your adoration."
He ignored her. "Are you all right, ma petite ?"
"I'm fine."
Gretchen dug fingers into his jeans, grabbing at him. "Please, please!"
I didn't like her, but the pain, the hopeless pain in her voice was horrible to hear. She'd tried to kill me and I still felt sorry for her.
"Leave us, Gretchen."
"No!" She clutched at him.
"I forbade you to harm her. You disobeyed me. I should kill you."
She just stayed kneeling, gazing up at him. I couldn't see her expression and was glad of it. I wasn't big on adoration. "Jean-Claude, please, please, I only did it for you. She doesn't love you."
His hand was suddenly around her neck. I hadn't seen him move. It was magic. Whatever was letting me look him in the eyes, it didn't stop him playing with my mind. Or maybe he was just that fast. Naw.
She tried to talk. His fingers closed, and the words came out as small, choked sounds. He stood, drawing her to her feet. Her hands wrapped around his wrist, trying to keep him from hanging her. He kept lifting until her feet dangled in the air. I knew she could fight him. I'd felt the strength in those delicate-seeming hands. Except for her hand on his wrist she didn't even struggle.