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A Stroke Of Midnight :: Гамильтон Лорел
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It wasn’t the horror of Melangell’s sightless eyes that I was remembering, it was the moment when Aisling held me and I’d noticed that his eyes were empty, as if pieces were missing. Aisling had been trying to gain a kiss through his veil. The Goddess had come to me, and there had been no warning in my mind. No caution about touching Aisling. Was I sidhe enough to bed Aisling, veiled or unveiled? Or was it more simple than that? True love was supposed to be proof against Aisling’s magic. Was I in love enough to resist? And was the risk of Aisling’s body worth the chance to avoid whatever scheme Taranis had in store for me?
“If you do not get into the bath soon it will begin to grow cool,” Kitto said.
I hugged him, and he hugged me back. “Kitto is right. Galen and I need to get clean.”
“Then have sex,” Galen said.
I smiled back at him. “Yes, then have sex.”
“And Nicca, as well,” Doyle said, “so he will be free to go to Biddy.”
I nodded. “I’ll give them the bed. The first time you have sex with someone shouldn’t be in a bathtub, it’s too awkward.”
“You’re going to have sex in a bathtub with a six-foot-tall man with wings.” Rhys grinned and shook his head. “I think I want to watch this.”
“You must include Royal,” Nicca said.
“I haven’t forgotten him,” I said. “We just didn’t need him taking all our news back to his queen.”
“He will spy for Niceven,” Frost said.
“I’m aware that Royal’s first duty will be to his own queen and court.”
“Your bedroom is crawling with wingless demi-fey,” Rhys said. “It’s like an infestation.”
“Queen Niceven doesn’t want Meredith to feed any one demi-fey too many times in a row,” Doyle said.
“I do not want to share her bed with the demi-fey,” Frost said.
“Oh, Frost,” I said.
He held up a hand. “I’m not saying I won’t, but I don’t think any of us want a demi-fey with us every time we make love.”
“Your bath is going to get cold,” Kitto said again.
I stood up, and started peeling off the bloody clothes. “Everybody who isn’t getting in the tub, leave. The night isn’t getting any younger.”
Frost winced. “Will that make time speed, or slow?”
“I forgot,” I said, with my shirt in my hands, and the bra still to go. “I just forgot, it’s an expression.”
“You cannot afford expressions,” Doyle said.
“I’ll do my best, but it’s almost impossible to watch every word you say.”
“You must try, Meredith, you must try.
It wasn’t the horror of Melangell’s sightless eyes that I was remembering, it was the moment when Aisling held me and I’d noticed that his eyes were empty, as if pieces were missing. Aisling had been trying to gain a kiss through his veil. The Goddess had come to me, and there had been no warning in my mind. No caution about touching Aisling. Was I sidhe enough to bed Aisling, veiled or unveiled? Or was it more simple than that? True love was supposed to be proof against Aisling’s magic. Was I in love enough to resist? And was the risk of Aisling’s body worth the chance to avoid whatever scheme Taranis had in store for me?
“If you do not get into the bath soon it will begin to grow cool,” Kitto said.
I hugged him, and he hugged me back. “Kitto is right. Galen and I need to get clean.”
“Then have sex,” Galen said.
I smiled back at him. “Yes, then have sex.”
“And Nicca, as well,” Doyle said, “so he will be free to go to Biddy.”
I nodded. “I’ll give them the bed. The first time you have sex with someone shouldn’t be in a bathtub, it’s too awkward.”
“You’re going to have sex in a bathtub with a six-foot-tall man with wings.” Rhys grinned and shook his head. “I think I want to watch this.”
“You must include Royal,” Nicca said.
“I haven’t forgotten him,” I said. “We just didn’t need him taking all our news back to his queen.”
“He will spy for Niceven,” Frost said.
“I’m aware that Royal’s first duty will be to his own queen and court.”
“Your bedroom is crawling with wingless demi-fey,” Rhys said. “It’s like an infestation.”
“Queen Niceven doesn’t want Meredith to feed any one demi-fey too many times in a row,” Doyle said.
“I do not want to share her bed with the demi-fey,” Frost said.
“Oh, Frost,” I said.
He held up a hand. “I’m not saying I won’t, but I don’t think any of us want a demi-fey with us every time we make love.”
“Your bath is going to get cold,” Kitto said again.
I stood up, and started peeling off the bloody clothes. “Everybody who isn’t getting in the tub, leave. The night isn’t getting any younger.”
Frost winced. “Will that make time speed, or slow?”
“I forgot,” I said, with my shirt in my hands, and the bra still to go. “I just forgot, it’s an expression.”
“You cannot afford expressions,” Doyle said.
“I’ll do my best, but it’s almost impossible to watch every word you say.”
“You must try, Meredith, you must try.