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A Caress Of Twilight :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 59 из 236I'd alwayswondered why in the old stories the goblins always fought under a dark sky, as if they brought the darkness of the ground with them. If they were all as bothered by openness and light as Kitto, maybe they couldn't have fought without their darkness. Or maybe it was just Kitto. I shouldn't make such a wide assumption based on only one goblin.
I took his hand in mine and led him like a child. "You can stay by me. If it gets to be too much, Frost can take you back to the van."
"Is there some problem?" Julian asked. He's agoraphobic."
"Oh, my," Julian said.
"If he wishes to remain here in L.A., he's got to work on it," I said.
Julian gave a small nod of his head, almost a bow. "As you like, he is your. . employee."
Kitto was one of the few guards who did not work for the agency. He just wasn't suited for that kind of work. I wasn't sure what kind of work he was suited for, but it wasn't bodyguard work, and it wasn't detecting. But I didn't correct Julian about Kitto's status.
"If you're sure?" Julian made it a question.
I gripped Kitto's hand more firmly. "I'm sure."
"Then follow me, Princess, gentlemen." He started down the hallway that Maeve had fled down, and we followed. Doyle insisted on walking first and insisted that Frost go last. I ended up in the middle with Rhys on one side and Kitto on the other. Rhys took my other hand and tried to get me to skip down the hallway, while he hummed "We're off to See the Wizard" under his breath.
Chapter 12
Julian led us through one expensive room after another until we ended up at the pool. It was blue and flashed light, like a broken mirror. Maeve sat in the shadow of a big umbrella. She was wrapped tightly in a white silk robe. She'd given us the briefest glimpse of a gold and white bathing suit before tying the robe tightly in place, so that only her perfectly pedicured feet showed. She was smoking, taking furious puffs and grinding out the cigarette before it was halfway done. Julian had been granted the unenviable task of lighting the cigarettes for her with a gold lighter from the small tray that held the cigarette box. Lighting the cigs wasn't the unenviable part of the job — trying to calm Maeve down was the hard part.
She had put her glamour back on like a well-worn shirt. She was still beautiful, but she looked like Maeve Reed the movie star again, though a very stressed version. Anxiety flowed off of her in waves.
The other bodyguards, including young Frank and Max, had come back to stand around the pool and look menacing.
I took his hand in mine and led him like a child. "You can stay by me. If it gets to be too much, Frost can take you back to the van."
"Is there some problem?" Julian asked. He's agoraphobic."
"Oh, my," Julian said.
"If he wishes to remain here in L.A., he's got to work on it," I said.
Julian gave a small nod of his head, almost a bow. "As you like, he is your. . employee."
Kitto was one of the few guards who did not work for the agency. He just wasn't suited for that kind of work. I wasn't sure what kind of work he was suited for, but it wasn't bodyguard work, and it wasn't detecting. But I didn't correct Julian about Kitto's status.
"If you're sure?" Julian made it a question.
I gripped Kitto's hand more firmly. "I'm sure."
"Then follow me, Princess, gentlemen." He started down the hallway that Maeve had fled down, and we followed. Doyle insisted on walking first and insisted that Frost go last. I ended up in the middle with Rhys on one side and Kitto on the other. Rhys took my other hand and tried to get me to skip down the hallway, while he hummed "We're off to See the Wizard" under his breath.
Chapter 12
Julian led us through one expensive room after another until we ended up at the pool. It was blue and flashed light, like a broken mirror. Maeve sat in the shadow of a big umbrella. She was wrapped tightly in a white silk robe. She'd given us the briefest glimpse of a gold and white bathing suit before tying the robe tightly in place, so that only her perfectly pedicured feet showed. She was smoking, taking furious puffs and grinding out the cigarette before it was halfway done. Julian had been granted the unenviable task of lighting the cigarettes for her with a gold lighter from the small tray that held the cigarette box. Lighting the cigs wasn't the unenviable part of the job — trying to calm Maeve down was the hard part.
She had put her glamour back on like a well-worn shirt. She was still beautiful, but she looked like Maeve Reed the movie star again, though a very stressed version. Anxiety flowed off of her in waves.
The other bodyguards, including young Frank and Max, had come back to stand around the pool and look menacing.