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A Lick Of Frost :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 105 из 184I know she loves you more, you and Doyle,but I do not wish the fact rubbed into my body like salt into a wound."
"Rhys," I said.
He shook his head, and pushed a hand toward me. "Don't try to save my ego. You'd have to lie to do it, and the sidhe don't lie."
It was Frost who said, "Rhys, I do not mean to cause you pain."
"You can't help being who you are, and she can't seem to help loving you. I tried to hate you for it, but I can't. If you get her pregnant, and I end up back with Andais, then I'll hate you, but until then, I'll try to share with some grace."
I wanted to say something to make it better, but what could I say? Rhys was right; any comforting words would have had to be lies.
"I do not slight you on purpose, my white knight," I said.
Rhys smiled. "We are both equally pale, my princess. We knew going into this that only one man can be king. Even I think that Doyle and Frost together make a good ruling pair for you. Too bad that even among the Darkness and the Killing Frost there will be a winner and a loser."
With that, Rhys left, closing the door behind us. I heard him speak to the dogs, who must have been waiting outside the door. We did not let the dogs in when we spoke to Andais because she had touched the black dogs and they had not transformed into special dogs for her. The magic had not known her, and she resented it. Frost feared that the lack of a dog meant he was not sidhe enough. Andais simply hated the fact that the returning power didn't seem to know her. She was queen, and all the power of her court should have been hers, but it didn't seem to be working that way.
I almost called to Rhys to let the dogs in but didn't, because it would be a reminder to Frost of what he lacked. The door closed softly, but firmly, and I was left looking up at the man who had stayed.
Frost took off his suit jacket, and the moment he did I could see all the weapons he was carrying. There were many guns and blades, but he was always armed for war. I counted four handguns and two blades in the front of the leather. There would be more, because there were always more weapons than met the eye with the Killing Frost.
"You smile. Why?" he asked softly. He began to undo the buckles that held the leather in place.
"I would ask what army you had planned to fight today with so many weapons, but I know what you feared."
He removed the weapons carefully and laid them across the bedside table. The armament on the wood was heavy with the potential for destruction.
"Where did you put your gun?" Frost asked.
"Rhys," I said.
He shook his head, and pushed a hand toward me. "Don't try to save my ego. You'd have to lie to do it, and the sidhe don't lie."
It was Frost who said, "Rhys, I do not mean to cause you pain."
"You can't help being who you are, and she can't seem to help loving you. I tried to hate you for it, but I can't. If you get her pregnant, and I end up back with Andais, then I'll hate you, but until then, I'll try to share with some grace."
I wanted to say something to make it better, but what could I say? Rhys was right; any comforting words would have had to be lies.
"I do not slight you on purpose, my white knight," I said.
Rhys smiled. "We are both equally pale, my princess. We knew going into this that only one man can be king. Even I think that Doyle and Frost together make a good ruling pair for you. Too bad that even among the Darkness and the Killing Frost there will be a winner and a loser."
With that, Rhys left, closing the door behind us. I heard him speak to the dogs, who must have been waiting outside the door. We did not let the dogs in when we spoke to Andais because she had touched the black dogs and they had not transformed into special dogs for her. The magic had not known her, and she resented it. Frost feared that the lack of a dog meant he was not sidhe enough. Andais simply hated the fact that the returning power didn't seem to know her. She was queen, and all the power of her court should have been hers, but it didn't seem to be working that way.
I almost called to Rhys to let the dogs in but didn't, because it would be a reminder to Frost of what he lacked. The door closed softly, but firmly, and I was left looking up at the man who had stayed.
Frost took off his suit jacket, and the moment he did I could see all the weapons he was carrying. There were many guns and blades, but he was always armed for war. I counted four handguns and two blades in the front of the leather. There would be more, because there were always more weapons than met the eye with the Killing Frost.
"You smile. Why?" he asked softly. He began to undo the buckles that held the leather in place.
"I would ask what army you had planned to fight today with so many weapons, but I know what you feared."
He removed the weapons carefully and laid them across the bedside table. The armament on the wood was heavy with the potential for destruction.
"Where did you put your gun?" Frost asked.