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A Caress Of Twilight :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 123 из 236It's been one of the worst things I've ever seen in my life, so thank you for letting me leave, when it was taking everything I had not to run out." I kept smiling as I pulled off the one surgical glove I'd put on. I hadn't touched anything, or any body, because I hadn't wanted to take the feel of their dead flesh back with me.
Rhys stripped off his gloves, too, and he had touched things. We worked our way to the bag set out for glove disposal, and I couldn't help saying just before we stepped out the door, "Thanks again, Lieutenant, for letting me go. I agree with you, I don't know what the hell I'm doing here." With that I left, Rhys and Frost trailing behind me like pale shadows.
Chapter 23
I was behind the wheel of the Acura before I realized I couldn't remember where we were supposed to be going. I stared at the keys in my hands and couldn't think. "Where are we going?"
The men exchanged a look, then Rhys said from the backseat, "Let me drive, Merry." He reached between the seats and took the keys gently from my hand. I didn't argue. The day seemed to be full of a high buzzing sound like some invisible mosquito humming in my ear.
Rhys held the door open for me, and I walked around to the passenger-side door. Frost held the door for me and got me settled in before getting into the back. I was lucky that Rhys was with me. Frost didn't know how to drive a car.
"Buckle up," Rhys said.
It wasn't like me to forget my seat belt. It took me two tries to get the belt fastened. "What's wrong with me?"
"Shock," Rhys said, as he put the car in gear.
"Shock? Why?"
Frost answered, leaning forward over my seat. Most of the guards never buckled up; they could be decapitated and not die, so I guess a little trip through a windshield didn't worry them. "You said it yourself to the policeman. You have never seen anything as awful as what you have just seen."
"Have you seen worse?"
He was quiet for a second, then said, "Yes."
I glanced at Rhys, who had moved us onto the Pacific Highway with its beautiful views of the ocean. "How about you?"
"How about me, what?" he asked, flashing me a grin.
I frowned at him. "Have you seen worse?"
"Yes. And, no, I'm not going to tell you about it."
" Not even if I ask nicely?"
"Especially if you ask nicely. If I was angry enough, I might try to shock you with the horrors I've seen. But I'm not angry with you, and I don't want to hurt you."
"Frost?"
"I am sure Rhys has seen worse than 1.1 was not alive during the very first battles when our people fought the Firbolgs.
Rhys stripped off his gloves, too, and he had touched things. We worked our way to the bag set out for glove disposal, and I couldn't help saying just before we stepped out the door, "Thanks again, Lieutenant, for letting me go. I agree with you, I don't know what the hell I'm doing here." With that I left, Rhys and Frost trailing behind me like pale shadows.
Chapter 23
I was behind the wheel of the Acura before I realized I couldn't remember where we were supposed to be going. I stared at the keys in my hands and couldn't think. "Where are we going?"
The men exchanged a look, then Rhys said from the backseat, "Let me drive, Merry." He reached between the seats and took the keys gently from my hand. I didn't argue. The day seemed to be full of a high buzzing sound like some invisible mosquito humming in my ear.
Rhys held the door open for me, and I walked around to the passenger-side door. Frost held the door for me and got me settled in before getting into the back. I was lucky that Rhys was with me. Frost didn't know how to drive a car.
"Buckle up," Rhys said.
It wasn't like me to forget my seat belt. It took me two tries to get the belt fastened. "What's wrong with me?"
"Shock," Rhys said, as he put the car in gear.
"Shock? Why?"
Frost answered, leaning forward over my seat. Most of the guards never buckled up; they could be decapitated and not die, so I guess a little trip through a windshield didn't worry them. "You said it yourself to the policeman. You have never seen anything as awful as what you have just seen."
"Have you seen worse?"
He was quiet for a second, then said, "Yes."
I glanced at Rhys, who had moved us onto the Pacific Highway with its beautiful views of the ocean. "How about you?"
"How about me, what?" he asked, flashing me a grin.
I frowned at him. "Have you seen worse?"
"Yes. And, no, I'm not going to tell you about it."
" Not even if I ask nicely?"
"Especially if you ask nicely. If I was angry enough, I might try to shock you with the horrors I've seen. But I'm not angry with you, and I don't want to hurt you."
"Frost?"
"I am sure Rhys has seen worse than 1.1 was not alive during the very first battles when our people fought the Firbolgs.