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A Caress Of Twilight :: Гамильтон Лорел
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Frost stood, almost stumbling in his haste and the lack of space at the foot of the bed. "First you hold me back from helping her today, now you take my night in her bed. I would accuse you of jealousy, if I did not know you better."
"You can accuse me of anything you wish, Frost, but you know I am not jealous."
"Perhaps, perhaps not, but you are something, and that something has to do with our Merry."
Doyle sighed, a deep, almost wounded sound. "Perhaps I thought that by making the princess wait for my attentions I would intrigue her. Today I saw that there is more than one way to lose a woman's favor."
"Speak plainly, Darkness."
Doyle stayed kneeling, half-naked, his hands limp and empty resting against his thighs, surrounded by a sea of his own hair. He should have looked helpless, or feminine, or something, but he didn't. He looked like something carved out of the elemental darkness, as if he'd risen as one of the first things to ever draw breath, before the light came. The silver ring in his nipple caught the light as he breathed. His hair had covered all the earrings, so that this one silver spark was the only color on him. It was hard to look away from that shining silver light.
"I am not blind, Frost," Doyle said. "I saw the way she looked at you in the van, and you saw it, too."
"You are jealous."
He shook his head. "No, but you have had three months and there is no child. She is a princess and will be a queen. She cannot afford to give her heart away where there is no marriage."
"So you'll step in and win her heart instead?" Frost's voice held more heat than I'd ever heard in it, outside of the bed.
"No, but I will see that she has choices. If I had paid closer attention, I would have stepped in sooner."
"Oh, you in her arms will make her forget all about me, is that it?"
"I am not so arrogant as that, Frost. I told you, today I realized there was more than one way to lose a woman's heart, and waiting too long is one of them. If there is to be any chance that Meredith will not turn to you, or Galen, then something must change now. Not later, but now."
"What does Galen have to do with any of this?" Frost asked.
"If you have to ask that, then it is not I who am blind," Doyle said.
Confusion chased over Frost's face. Finally he frowned and shook his head. "I don't like this."
"You don't have to like it," Doyle said.
As interesting as the conversation was, I'd had enough of it. "You are all talking as if I'm not here, or as if I have no choice in the matter."
Doyle turned his so serious face to me.
Frost stood, almost stumbling in his haste and the lack of space at the foot of the bed. "First you hold me back from helping her today, now you take my night in her bed. I would accuse you of jealousy, if I did not know you better."
"You can accuse me of anything you wish, Frost, but you know I am not jealous."
"Perhaps, perhaps not, but you are something, and that something has to do with our Merry."
Doyle sighed, a deep, almost wounded sound. "Perhaps I thought that by making the princess wait for my attentions I would intrigue her. Today I saw that there is more than one way to lose a woman's favor."
"Speak plainly, Darkness."
Doyle stayed kneeling, half-naked, his hands limp and empty resting against his thighs, surrounded by a sea of his own hair. He should have looked helpless, or feminine, or something, but he didn't. He looked like something carved out of the elemental darkness, as if he'd risen as one of the first things to ever draw breath, before the light came. The silver ring in his nipple caught the light as he breathed. His hair had covered all the earrings, so that this one silver spark was the only color on him. It was hard to look away from that shining silver light.
"I am not blind, Frost," Doyle said. "I saw the way she looked at you in the van, and you saw it, too."
"You are jealous."
He shook his head. "No, but you have had three months and there is no child. She is a princess and will be a queen. She cannot afford to give her heart away where there is no marriage."
"So you'll step in and win her heart instead?" Frost's voice held more heat than I'd ever heard in it, outside of the bed.
"No, but I will see that she has choices. If I had paid closer attention, I would have stepped in sooner."
"Oh, you in her arms will make her forget all about me, is that it?"
"I am not so arrogant as that, Frost. I told you, today I realized there was more than one way to lose a woman's heart, and waiting too long is one of them. If there is to be any chance that Meredith will not turn to you, or Galen, then something must change now. Not later, but now."
"What does Galen have to do with any of this?" Frost asked.
"If you have to ask that, then it is not I who am blind," Doyle said.
Confusion chased over Frost's face. Finally he frowned and shook his head. "I don't like this."
"You don't have to like it," Doyle said.
As interesting as the conversation was, I'd had enough of it. "You are all talking as if I'm not here, or as if I have no choice in the matter."
Doyle turned his so serious face to me.