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The Lunatic Cafe :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"What?" His lips moved but that growling voice rolled out. It was like watching a badly dubbed movie.
"If Jean-Claude isn't allowed to attack you, then you sure as hell aren't allowed to attack him. I thought he was the only monster I had to deal with. If you can't behave like a human being, Richard, get out."
"What of my kiss, ma petite ?"
"You have both pushed it about as far as it's going to go tonight," I said. "Everybody out."
Jean-Claude's laugh filled the shadowed dark. "As you like, Anita Blake. I am suddenly not so worried about you and Monsieur Zeeman."
"Before you start congratulating yourself, Jean-Claude—I revoke my invitation."
There was a sound like a low sonic pop. A great roaring filled the room. The door smashed open, banging against the wall. A wind rushed in like an invisible river, tugging at our clothes, flinging our hair across our eyes.
"You don't have to do this," Jean-Claude said.
"Yes," I said, "I do."
It was as if an invisible hand shoved him through the door. Slamming the door shut behind him.
"I'm sorry," Richard said. The growl was slipping away. His voice was almost normal. "It is too close to the full moon to get this angry."
"I don't want to hear it," I said. "Just go."
"Anita, I am sorry. I don't usually lose control like this. Even this close to the full moon."
"What was different tonight?"
"I've never been in love before. It seems to break my concentration."
"Jealousy will do that to you," I said.
"Tell me I don't have reason to be jealous, Anita. Make me believe it."
I sighed. "Go away, Richard. I've still got to clean my guns and knife before I can go to bed."
He smiled and shook his head. "I guess tonight didn't reassure you about how human I am." He walked around the couch and bent over, retrieving his sweater from the floor, where it lay neatly folded.
He pulled the sweater over his head. He pulled a ponytail holder from his jeans pocket, and tied his hair back. I could see the muscles in his arms work even through the sweater. He slipped his shoes on, bending over to tie them.
His coat was long, falling to his ankles. In the half light it looked like a cape.
"I don't suppose I get a kiss, either."
"Good night, Richard," I said.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Good night, Anita."
He left. I locked the door. I cleaned my weapons and went to bed.
"What?" His lips moved but that growling voice rolled out. It was like watching a badly dubbed movie.
"If Jean-Claude isn't allowed to attack you, then you sure as hell aren't allowed to attack him. I thought he was the only monster I had to deal with. If you can't behave like a human being, Richard, get out."
"What of my kiss, ma petite ?"
"You have both pushed it about as far as it's going to go tonight," I said. "Everybody out."
Jean-Claude's laugh filled the shadowed dark. "As you like, Anita Blake. I am suddenly not so worried about you and Monsieur Zeeman."
"Before you start congratulating yourself, Jean-Claude—I revoke my invitation."
There was a sound like a low sonic pop. A great roaring filled the room. The door smashed open, banging against the wall. A wind rushed in like an invisible river, tugging at our clothes, flinging our hair across our eyes.
"You don't have to do this," Jean-Claude said.
"Yes," I said, "I do."
It was as if an invisible hand shoved him through the door. Slamming the door shut behind him.
"I'm sorry," Richard said. The growl was slipping away. His voice was almost normal. "It is too close to the full moon to get this angry."
"I don't want to hear it," I said. "Just go."
"Anita, I am sorry. I don't usually lose control like this. Even this close to the full moon."
"What was different tonight?"
"I've never been in love before. It seems to break my concentration."
"Jealousy will do that to you," I said.
"Tell me I don't have reason to be jealous, Anita. Make me believe it."
I sighed. "Go away, Richard. I've still got to clean my guns and knife before I can go to bed."
He smiled and shook his head. "I guess tonight didn't reassure you about how human I am." He walked around the couch and bent over, retrieving his sweater from the floor, where it lay neatly folded.
He pulled the sweater over his head. He pulled a ponytail holder from his jeans pocket, and tied his hair back. I could see the muscles in his arms work even through the sweater. He slipped his shoes on, bending over to tie them.
His coat was long, falling to his ankles. In the half light it looked like a cape.
"I don't suppose I get a kiss, either."
"Good night, Richard," I said.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Good night, Anita."
He left. I locked the door. I cleaned my weapons and went to bed.