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A Stroke Of Midnight :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 265 из 293I realized that he must have been nude after he gave me his cloak, but I hadn’t truly noticed when the room was full of blood and bodies. “He called you his white and red goddess.” Ivi managed both to make a joke of it, and make it not funny at all. A smile with serious eyes.
“I am no one’s goddess,” I said.
“I don’t know,” Ivi said, wrapping more of himself around the bedpost, so that only the wood kept me from seeing all of him. “We sidhe have been worshipped for less.”
“Long ago,” Doyle said, “and far from here.”
Ivi shrugged. “We were in the land of faerie then, and we are in the land of faerie now. That is not so far, Darkness.”
“Where is everyone else?” I asked.
“Kitto and Frost and a few others have gone to fetch food for you all,” Doyle said.
“Galen’s comment about no one going anywhere alone.” Rhys shrugged. “It was smart, so the new rule is three of us together at all times.”
“We don’t have enough men for that,” I said.
“We do now,” Rhys said.
I frowned at him. “I don’t understand.”
“The queen agreed that we needed more than just the green men,” he said.
“So why is the room so empty?” I asked.
“We aren’t enough company?” Galen asked.
I smiled at him. “It’s not that, it’s just that if everyone’s here, I know they’re safe.”
“Why did we get winged insects and Nicca got a flower?” Galen asked.
“He already has wings,” Rhys said. He moved when he said it, and I got a glimpse of something under his cloak.
“Is that a sling?” I asked.
He let the cloak fall open, and his right arm was in a sling.
“What happened?”
“First, we discovered that time is only running odd for us. Outside of our faerie mound time is creeping so slowly that the police probably haven’t even gotten back to their lab yet.”
“Get to the part where you’ve got an injured arm,” I said.
“We were on our way back when three of the Seelie called for us to halt, and talk to them.”
“They didn’t say that, not like that,” Nicca said.
Galen agreed. “Way too polite for them.” He lay on his side, propped on one elbow, his right arm held carefully, so his butterfly wasn’t disturbed.
Rhys grinned at them. “Okay, they called for us to halt, and wanted specifically to speak to me.” The grin faded around the edges. “I was in charge. It was my fault that they caught us off guard.” He looked at Doyle. “I could have gotten the other men killed.
“I am no one’s goddess,” I said.
“I don’t know,” Ivi said, wrapping more of himself around the bedpost, so that only the wood kept me from seeing all of him. “We sidhe have been worshipped for less.”
“Long ago,” Doyle said, “and far from here.”
Ivi shrugged. “We were in the land of faerie then, and we are in the land of faerie now. That is not so far, Darkness.”
“Where is everyone else?” I asked.
“Kitto and Frost and a few others have gone to fetch food for you all,” Doyle said.
“Galen’s comment about no one going anywhere alone.” Rhys shrugged. “It was smart, so the new rule is three of us together at all times.”
“We don’t have enough men for that,” I said.
“We do now,” Rhys said.
I frowned at him. “I don’t understand.”
“The queen agreed that we needed more than just the green men,” he said.
“So why is the room so empty?” I asked.
“We aren’t enough company?” Galen asked.
I smiled at him. “It’s not that, it’s just that if everyone’s here, I know they’re safe.”
“Why did we get winged insects and Nicca got a flower?” Galen asked.
“He already has wings,” Rhys said. He moved when he said it, and I got a glimpse of something under his cloak.
“Is that a sling?” I asked.
He let the cloak fall open, and his right arm was in a sling.
“What happened?”
“First, we discovered that time is only running odd for us. Outside of our faerie mound time is creeping so slowly that the police probably haven’t even gotten back to their lab yet.”
“Get to the part where you’ve got an injured arm,” I said.
“We were on our way back when three of the Seelie called for us to halt, and talk to them.”
“They didn’t say that, not like that,” Nicca said.
Galen agreed. “Way too polite for them.” He lay on his side, propped on one elbow, his right arm held carefully, so his butterfly wasn’t disturbed.
Rhys grinned at them. “Okay, they called for us to halt, and wanted specifically to speak to me.” The grin faded around the edges. “I was in charge. It was my fault that they caught us off guard.” He looked at Doyle. “I could have gotten the other men killed.