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The Lunatic Cafe :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"It is not the kiss, ma petite . It is what I saw tonight when you met him at the door. I see you forming a couple before my eyes. I must interfere now, or all is lost."
"You'll use your voice to trap her," Richard said.
"I promise, no tricks tonight."
If he said no tricks, he meant it. Once he gave his word he kept it. Which also meant he would fight Richard tonight over a kiss. I'd left both guns in the bedroom. I thought we were safe for tonight. I was too damn tired to do this tonight.
"Okay," I said.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Anita," Richard said.
"If we are all going to go down in a bloody mess, let it be over something more important than a kiss."
"You want to do it," Richard said. "You want to kiss him." He didn't sound pleased.
What was I supposed to say? "What I want most right this moment is to go to bed, alone. I want some sleep." That at least was the truth. Maybe not all of the truth, but enough to earn me a puzzled frown from Richard, and an exasperated sigh from Jean-Claude.
"Then if it is such a distasteful duty, let it be done quickly," Jean-Claude said.
We were standing so close, he didn't have to make a full step to press the line of his body against mine. I tried to put my hands up, to keep our bodies apart. My hands slid over the bare skin of his stomach. I jerked back from him, balling my hands into fists. The feel of his skin clung to my hands.
"What is it, ma petite ?"
"Leave her alone," Richard said. He was standing beside the couch, hands in loose fists. Power prickled along my skin. His power creeping outward like a slow-moving wind. His hair had spilled over one side of his face. He looked out through a curtain of hair. His face had fallen into shadows. Light gleamed along his naked skin, painting it in shades of grey, gold, and black. He stood there looking suddenly primal. A low, spine-brushing grow trickled through the room.
"Stop it, Richard."
"He is using his powers on you." His voice was unrecognizable. A low, bass growl that was sliding away from human. I was glad for the shadows. Glad I couldn't see what was happening to his face.
I'd been so worried about Jean-Claude starting a fight, it hadn't occurred to me that Richard might pick one. "He isn't using powers on me. I touched his bare skin. That's all."
He stepped forward into the light, and his face was normal. What was happening inside that smooth throat, behind those kissable lips, to make his voice sound monstrous?
"Get dressed and get out.
"It is not the kiss, ma petite . It is what I saw tonight when you met him at the door. I see you forming a couple before my eyes. I must interfere now, or all is lost."
"You'll use your voice to trap her," Richard said.
"I promise, no tricks tonight."
If he said no tricks, he meant it. Once he gave his word he kept it. Which also meant he would fight Richard tonight over a kiss. I'd left both guns in the bedroom. I thought we were safe for tonight. I was too damn tired to do this tonight.
"Okay," I said.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Anita," Richard said.
"If we are all going to go down in a bloody mess, let it be over something more important than a kiss."
"You want to do it," Richard said. "You want to kiss him." He didn't sound pleased.
What was I supposed to say? "What I want most right this moment is to go to bed, alone. I want some sleep." That at least was the truth. Maybe not all of the truth, but enough to earn me a puzzled frown from Richard, and an exasperated sigh from Jean-Claude.
"Then if it is such a distasteful duty, let it be done quickly," Jean-Claude said.
We were standing so close, he didn't have to make a full step to press the line of his body against mine. I tried to put my hands up, to keep our bodies apart. My hands slid over the bare skin of his stomach. I jerked back from him, balling my hands into fists. The feel of his skin clung to my hands.
"What is it, ma petite ?"
"Leave her alone," Richard said. He was standing beside the couch, hands in loose fists. Power prickled along my skin. His power creeping outward like a slow-moving wind. His hair had spilled over one side of his face. He looked out through a curtain of hair. His face had fallen into shadows. Light gleamed along his naked skin, painting it in shades of grey, gold, and black. He stood there looking suddenly primal. A low, spine-brushing grow trickled through the room.
"Stop it, Richard."
"He is using his powers on you." His voice was unrecognizable. A low, bass growl that was sliding away from human. I was glad for the shadows. Glad I couldn't see what was happening to his face.
I'd been so worried about Jean-Claude starting a fight, it hadn't occurred to me that Richard might pick one. "He isn't using powers on me. I touched his bare skin. That's all."
He stepped forward into the light, and his face was normal. What was happening inside that smooth throat, behind those kissable lips, to make his voice sound monstrous?
"Get dressed and get out.