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The Lunatic Cafe :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 217 из 234You have both been decent to me. I suppose I feel guilty about that." He shrugged. "This will be our last hunt. One big gala event."
"If you had slaughtered Raina and Gabriel, I could almost understand it," I said. "But what did the lycanthropes you helped murder ever do to you?"
"When the witch told me what she had done, I remember thinking that being a great ravening beast would be a fine thing. I could still hunt. I could even slay my enemies. Instead she made. ." He spread his hands wide.
"You kill them because they are what you want to be," I said.
He gave a small smile. "Jealousy, Anita, envy. They are very bitter emotions."
I thought about calling him a bastard, but it wouldn't help. Seven people had died because this son of a bitch didn't like being a bird. "The witch should have killed you, slowly."
"She wanted me to learn my lesson and repent."
"I'm not real big on repentance," I said. "I like revenge better."
"If I wasn't confident you would die tonight, that might worry me."
"Worry," I said.
"Where's Jason?" Richard asked.
"We'll take you to him, won't we, boys," Titus said.
Edward hadn't said a word. I wasn't sure what he was thinking, but I hoped he didn't go for a gun. If he did, most of the people in this room were dead. Three of them would be us.
"Pat 'em down, Aikensen."
Aikensen grinned. He holstered his big gun. That left one revolver, two automatics, and a high-powered rifle. It was enough. Dream team that we are, Edward and I had our limits.
He patted Richard down, a quick search. He was having a good time until he got up to where he could see Richard's eyes. He paled just a little looking into those wolf eyes. Nervous was good.
He kicked my legs farther apart. I glared at him. His hands hovered over my breasts, not where you start a search. "If he does anything but search me for weapons, I am going to draw a gun and take my chances."
"Aikensen, you treat Ms. Blake here like a lady. No hanky-panky."
Aikensen dropped to his knees in front of me. He ran just the palm of his hand over my breast, lightly just over the nipples. I smashed my right elbow into his nose. Blood sprayed outward. He rolled around on the ground, hands to his busted nose.
The dark-haired man was standing. He was pointing his gun very steadily at me. His glasses reflected the light hiding his eyes.
"Everybody calm down, now," Titus said. "Aikensen deserved that, I guess."
Aikensen came up off the floor, blood covering the lower half of his face.
"If you had slaughtered Raina and Gabriel, I could almost understand it," I said. "But what did the lycanthropes you helped murder ever do to you?"
"When the witch told me what she had done, I remember thinking that being a great ravening beast would be a fine thing. I could still hunt. I could even slay my enemies. Instead she made. ." He spread his hands wide.
"You kill them because they are what you want to be," I said.
He gave a small smile. "Jealousy, Anita, envy. They are very bitter emotions."
I thought about calling him a bastard, but it wouldn't help. Seven people had died because this son of a bitch didn't like being a bird. "The witch should have killed you, slowly."
"She wanted me to learn my lesson and repent."
"I'm not real big on repentance," I said. "I like revenge better."
"If I wasn't confident you would die tonight, that might worry me."
"Worry," I said.
"Where's Jason?" Richard asked.
"We'll take you to him, won't we, boys," Titus said.
Edward hadn't said a word. I wasn't sure what he was thinking, but I hoped he didn't go for a gun. If he did, most of the people in this room were dead. Three of them would be us.
"Pat 'em down, Aikensen."
Aikensen grinned. He holstered his big gun. That left one revolver, two automatics, and a high-powered rifle. It was enough. Dream team that we are, Edward and I had our limits.
He patted Richard down, a quick search. He was having a good time until he got up to where he could see Richard's eyes. He paled just a little looking into those wolf eyes. Nervous was good.
He kicked my legs farther apart. I glared at him. His hands hovered over my breasts, not where you start a search. "If he does anything but search me for weapons, I am going to draw a gun and take my chances."
"Aikensen, you treat Ms. Blake here like a lady. No hanky-panky."
Aikensen dropped to his knees in front of me. He ran just the palm of his hand over my breast, lightly just over the nipples. I smashed my right elbow into his nose. Blood sprayed outward. He rolled around on the ground, hands to his busted nose.
The dark-haired man was standing. He was pointing his gun very steadily at me. His glasses reflected the light hiding his eyes.
"Everybody calm down, now," Titus said. "Aikensen deserved that, I guess."
Aikensen came up off the floor, blood covering the lower half of his face.