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A Lick Of Frost :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 75 из 184"You are beginning to make it clear that you have chosen us. But if you are not pregnant then we are not your king. You must look at the other men with more favor."
"You get badly hurt and you go all crazy on me," I said.
Doyle tried to turn his head and look directly at me, but apparently that hurt too much, so he had to turn his whole body. "It is not crazy. It is sanity. You must not give your heart where your body does not go."
I shook my head. "Don't make decisions for me, Doyle. I am no longer a child. I choose who comes to my bed."
"We fear," Frost said, and he didn't look happy saying it, "that your caring for us is making it difficult for the other men."
"I'm sleeping with them. Considering that we've only been back a few weeks, I think I've given them plenty of attention."
Frost gave a small smile. "Sex is not all that a man craves, even after a thousand years of abstinence."
"I know that," I said, "but I only have so many hearts to give."
"And that," Doyle said, "is the problem. Frost told me how you behaved when I was injured. You cannot play favorites, Meredith, not yet." A look of pain crossed his faced, but I didn't think it had anything to do with his injuries. "You know I feel the same, but you must be with child, Meredith. You must, or there will be no throne, no queenship."
Abe spoke, his hand resting on my leg beside his head. "Hugh didn't say Merry had to breed to be queen of the Seelie. He just offered her the throne."
I tried to remember exactly what Sir Hugh had said. "Abe's right," I said.
"Perhaps magic is worth more to them than babies," Frost said.
"Perhaps," Doyle said, "or perhaps Hugh plays some other game."
The limo door opened, and we all jumped, even Doyle and Abe. Abe allowed himself a small pain sound. Doyle was silent, only his face showing the pain for a moment. By the time Usna and Aisling had climbed into the car, it was back to its usual stoic expression.
The two new men found seats. Usna sat beside Frost, Aisling beside Doyle. Doyle said, "Tell them to drive."
Frost hit the intercom button. "Take us home, Fred."
Fred had been driving for Maeve Reed for thirty years. He'd grown gray and older, while she remained beautiful and untouched by the years. He said, "Do you want the cars to stay together, or do you want me to try to outrun the press?"
Frost looked at Doyle. Doyle looked at me. I had had more experience than any of them in being pursued by the press. I hit the intercom button above me, though I had to stretch for it. "Fred, don't try to outrun them.
"You get badly hurt and you go all crazy on me," I said.
Doyle tried to turn his head and look directly at me, but apparently that hurt too much, so he had to turn his whole body. "It is not crazy. It is sanity. You must not give your heart where your body does not go."
I shook my head. "Don't make decisions for me, Doyle. I am no longer a child. I choose who comes to my bed."
"We fear," Frost said, and he didn't look happy saying it, "that your caring for us is making it difficult for the other men."
"I'm sleeping with them. Considering that we've only been back a few weeks, I think I've given them plenty of attention."
Frost gave a small smile. "Sex is not all that a man craves, even after a thousand years of abstinence."
"I know that," I said, "but I only have so many hearts to give."
"And that," Doyle said, "is the problem. Frost told me how you behaved when I was injured. You cannot play favorites, Meredith, not yet." A look of pain crossed his faced, but I didn't think it had anything to do with his injuries. "You know I feel the same, but you must be with child, Meredith. You must, or there will be no throne, no queenship."
Abe spoke, his hand resting on my leg beside his head. "Hugh didn't say Merry had to breed to be queen of the Seelie. He just offered her the throne."
I tried to remember exactly what Sir Hugh had said. "Abe's right," I said.
"Perhaps magic is worth more to them than babies," Frost said.
"Perhaps," Doyle said, "or perhaps Hugh plays some other game."
The limo door opened, and we all jumped, even Doyle and Abe. Abe allowed himself a small pain sound. Doyle was silent, only his face showing the pain for a moment. By the time Usna and Aisling had climbed into the car, it was back to its usual stoic expression.
The two new men found seats. Usna sat beside Frost, Aisling beside Doyle. Doyle said, "Tell them to drive."
Frost hit the intercom button. "Take us home, Fred."
Fred had been driving for Maeve Reed for thirty years. He'd grown gray and older, while she remained beautiful and untouched by the years. He said, "Do you want the cars to stay together, or do you want me to try to outrun the press?"
Frost looked at Doyle. Doyle looked at me. I had had more experience than any of them in being pursued by the press. I hit the intercom button above me, though I had to stretch for it. "Fred, don't try to outrun them.