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The Lunatic Cafe :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 20 из 234My hand would warm up, and I could shoot through my coat if I had to.
"Without the cross I could make him go away. Why can't I control you like that?"
"Just lucky, I guess."
Her eyes flicked to me. Again, he stirred. She had to stare at him while she talked to me. It was interesting to see how much concentration it took. She was powerful but it had its limits.
"You are the Executioner," she said.
"What of it?"
"I didn't believe the stories. Now I believe some of the stories."
"Bully for you. Now, what do you want?"
A slight smile curled her lipsticked mouth. "I want you to leave Jean-Claude alone."
I blinked, not sure I'd heard right. "What do you mean, leave him alone?"
"Don't date him. Don't flirt with him. Don't talk to him. Leave him alone."
"Glad to," I said.
She turned to me, startled. You don't get to surprise a two-hundred-year-old vamp often. Her face looked very human with its wide eyes and little o of surprise.
The cop gave a snort and looked around wildly. "What the hell?" He looked at both of us. We looked like two petite women out for the evening. He glanced down at his gun and seemed embarrassed. He didn't remember why it was out. He put the gun away, muttering apologies and backing away from us. The vampire let him go.
"You'd leave Jean-Claude alone, just like that?" she asked.
"You bet."
She shook her head. "I do not believe you."
"Look, I don't care what you believe. If you have the hots for Jean-Claude, more power to you. I've been trying to get him off my back for years."
Again that shake of the head, sending her yellow hair flying about her face. It was a very girlish gesture. It would have been cute if she hadn't been a corpse.
"You are lying. You desire him. Anyone would."
I couldn't argue that. "You got a name?"
"I am Gretchen."
"Well, Gretchen, I wish you joy of the Master. If you need any help sinking your fangs into him, let me know. I would love for him to find a nice little vampire to settle down with."
"You mock me."
I shrugged. "A little, but it's habit, nothing personal. I mean what I said. I don't want Jean-Claude."
"You don't think he's beautiful?" Her voice was soft with surprise.
"Well, yeah, but I think tigers are beautiful. I still don't want to sleep with one."
"No mortal could resist him."
"This one can," I said.
"Stay away from him, or I'll kill you," she said.
Gretchen wasn't listening to me, not really.
"Without the cross I could make him go away. Why can't I control you like that?"
"Just lucky, I guess."
Her eyes flicked to me. Again, he stirred. She had to stare at him while she talked to me. It was interesting to see how much concentration it took. She was powerful but it had its limits.
"You are the Executioner," she said.
"What of it?"
"I didn't believe the stories. Now I believe some of the stories."
"Bully for you. Now, what do you want?"
A slight smile curled her lipsticked mouth. "I want you to leave Jean-Claude alone."
I blinked, not sure I'd heard right. "What do you mean, leave him alone?"
"Don't date him. Don't flirt with him. Don't talk to him. Leave him alone."
"Glad to," I said.
She turned to me, startled. You don't get to surprise a two-hundred-year-old vamp often. Her face looked very human with its wide eyes and little o of surprise.
The cop gave a snort and looked around wildly. "What the hell?" He looked at both of us. We looked like two petite women out for the evening. He glanced down at his gun and seemed embarrassed. He didn't remember why it was out. He put the gun away, muttering apologies and backing away from us. The vampire let him go.
"You'd leave Jean-Claude alone, just like that?" she asked.
"You bet."
She shook her head. "I do not believe you."
"Look, I don't care what you believe. If you have the hots for Jean-Claude, more power to you. I've been trying to get him off my back for years."
Again that shake of the head, sending her yellow hair flying about her face. It was a very girlish gesture. It would have been cute if she hadn't been a corpse.
"You are lying. You desire him. Anyone would."
I couldn't argue that. "You got a name?"
"I am Gretchen."
"Well, Gretchen, I wish you joy of the Master. If you need any help sinking your fangs into him, let me know. I would love for him to find a nice little vampire to settle down with."
"You mock me."
I shrugged. "A little, but it's habit, nothing personal. I mean what I said. I don't want Jean-Claude."
"You don't think he's beautiful?" Her voice was soft with surprise.
"Well, yeah, but I think tigers are beautiful. I still don't want to sleep with one."
"No mortal could resist him."
"This one can," I said.
"Stay away from him, or I'll kill you," she said.
Gretchen wasn't listening to me, not really.