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A Caress Of Twilight :: Гамильтон Лорел
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He laughed; but at the end, he said, "I used to think things would have been safer if you'd agreed to be my queen, but I'm beginning to think you're just too dangerous to be allowed that close to any throne."
Chapter 25
Kitto lay against the dark burgundy sheets like a ghost. His black curls made him seem paler. His eyes kept fluttering open, flashing blue, then shutting, leaving his blue eyes like gleaming bruises behind the thin skin of his closed lids.
I touched his bare shoulder. "He still looks. . almost translucent."
"The lesser fey fade in truth," Doyle said. He stood beside me in front of the mirrored dresser.
Rhys stood at the foot of the bed and stared down at the goblin. "He's not up to sex, no pun intended."
I looked at him. He looked unhappy, maybe even worried, but that was all. "You're not going to protest about me sharing my body with a goblin?"
"Would it do me any good?" he asked.
"No," I said.
He gave a weak version of his grin. "Then I might as well start making the best of it. Besides, I don't think we have to worry about you doing the bump and grind with him tonight. There's not enough of him left."
"Merry must share flesh with Kitto to bring him back to himself," Doyle said.
I sat down on the edge of the bed, and Kitto rolled toward me like the sea pulled by the moon. He cuddled against me with a sigh that was almost a whimper.
"He can't take a bite out of me if he's not conscious."
"Put power into him as you did the sword," Doyle said. "Make him aware of you, as you made Kurag aware of you."
I looked down at the tiny man. He seemed asleep, but his skin still had that awful thin quality like it was wearing away. I stroked my hand down his shoulder. He wiggled closer to me, but did not wake.
I leaned over him, putting my mouth just above the skin of his shoulder. I had raised my shields automatically when I'd finished using the magic to contact Kurag. Shielding was like breathing for me. It was dropping them that took concentration. I'd learned to shield about the same time I learned to read.
But this wasn't a spell; this was less, and more than that. The human witches call it natural magic, which means a natural ability you can perform without much training or effort.
I drew magic, energy, into my breath and blew it across his skin. I willed him to wake, to see me.
Kitto's eyes fluttered open, and this time he did see me. His voice came hoarse, "Merry."
I smiled at him, touching the curls on the side of his pale face. "Yes, Kitto, it's me."
He frowned, and grimaced as if something hurt.
He laughed; but at the end, he said, "I used to think things would have been safer if you'd agreed to be my queen, but I'm beginning to think you're just too dangerous to be allowed that close to any throne."
Chapter 25
Kitto lay against the dark burgundy sheets like a ghost. His black curls made him seem paler. His eyes kept fluttering open, flashing blue, then shutting, leaving his blue eyes like gleaming bruises behind the thin skin of his closed lids.
I touched his bare shoulder. "He still looks. . almost translucent."
"The lesser fey fade in truth," Doyle said. He stood beside me in front of the mirrored dresser.
Rhys stood at the foot of the bed and stared down at the goblin. "He's not up to sex, no pun intended."
I looked at him. He looked unhappy, maybe even worried, but that was all. "You're not going to protest about me sharing my body with a goblin?"
"Would it do me any good?" he asked.
"No," I said.
He gave a weak version of his grin. "Then I might as well start making the best of it. Besides, I don't think we have to worry about you doing the bump and grind with him tonight. There's not enough of him left."
"Merry must share flesh with Kitto to bring him back to himself," Doyle said.
I sat down on the edge of the bed, and Kitto rolled toward me like the sea pulled by the moon. He cuddled against me with a sigh that was almost a whimper.
"He can't take a bite out of me if he's not conscious."
"Put power into him as you did the sword," Doyle said. "Make him aware of you, as you made Kurag aware of you."
I looked down at the tiny man. He seemed asleep, but his skin still had that awful thin quality like it was wearing away. I stroked my hand down his shoulder. He wiggled closer to me, but did not wake.
I leaned over him, putting my mouth just above the skin of his shoulder. I had raised my shields automatically when I'd finished using the magic to contact Kurag. Shielding was like breathing for me. It was dropping them that took concentration. I'd learned to shield about the same time I learned to read.
But this wasn't a spell; this was less, and more than that. The human witches call it natural magic, which means a natural ability you can perform without much training or effort.
I drew magic, energy, into my breath and blew it across his skin. I willed him to wake, to see me.
Kitto's eyes fluttered open, and this time he did see me. His voice came hoarse, "Merry."
I smiled at him, touching the curls on the side of his pale face. "Yes, Kitto, it's me."
He frowned, and grimaced as if something hurt.