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A Stroke Of Midnight :: Гамильтон Лорел
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“We’ll have to warn her not to expose your new friends,” Rhys said.
“You mean the…” and I motioned at the moth.
He nodded. “He won’t like that we have them and his people don’t.”
“Did the queen see them?”
“She has been here, and seen what there is to see,” Doyle said.
“Why does that sound ominous?”
“She was thrilled,” Rhys said, and his voice was very dry.
“What did we miss?”
“Be glad you missed it,” he said.
Doyle nodded. “Do not be surprised if your aunt suggests that you come to her bed some night.” He frowned. “Though strangely she has lifted her ban about Nicca and Biddy. They are free to have sex when he feels well enough. She was very pleased at all of it. The wall and door exploding. The bewinged demi-fey. The dry pool. All of it seemed to…”
“Excite her,” Rhys said.
I shivered, and the moth fanned its wings, as if it felt my nervousness. Which made its body pull on my skin again. It was as if I could feel its legs inside my body. I had to swallow hard, to keep my stomach from being very unhappy with me.
“Did it move again?” Galen asked.
I nodded.
“I do not like feeling its legs move inside my body.”
I nodded again.
“Don’t worry,” Rhys said, “they won’t stay this alive.”
The door opened, and Adair stuck his helmeted head in to say, “The food has arrived, Doyle.” He looked at me, and added, “Good to see you awake, Princess.”
“Good to be awake.” I frowned around at the room. “Though a little more light would be nice.” The light that was everywhere and nowhere in most of the sithen began to seep through the room.
“My, my, my,” Rhys said.
“What?” I asked.
“When the lights went out in your room, the entire sithen went dark,” Doyle said.
“Nothing we did could get the lights back on,” Rhys said.
I swallowed a sudden lump in my throat. “Until…”
“Until you requested a little more light,” Rhys said. “Yeah, the queen is going to have mixed feelings about the sithen’s new affection for you.”
“Mixed how?” I asked.
“Happy you’re so powerful, pissed that the sithen isn’t listening to her anymore.”
I licked my dry lips.
“Enough of this until after they’ve eaten.” Doyle called for the food to be brought in. Kitto came with a tray, and others followed behind with drink.
“We’ll have to warn her not to expose your new friends,” Rhys said.
“You mean the…” and I motioned at the moth.
He nodded. “He won’t like that we have them and his people don’t.”
“Did the queen see them?”
“She has been here, and seen what there is to see,” Doyle said.
“Why does that sound ominous?”
“She was thrilled,” Rhys said, and his voice was very dry.
“What did we miss?”
“Be glad you missed it,” he said.
Doyle nodded. “Do not be surprised if your aunt suggests that you come to her bed some night.” He frowned. “Though strangely she has lifted her ban about Nicca and Biddy. They are free to have sex when he feels well enough. She was very pleased at all of it. The wall and door exploding. The bewinged demi-fey. The dry pool. All of it seemed to…”
“Excite her,” Rhys said.
I shivered, and the moth fanned its wings, as if it felt my nervousness. Which made its body pull on my skin again. It was as if I could feel its legs inside my body. I had to swallow hard, to keep my stomach from being very unhappy with me.
“Did it move again?” Galen asked.
I nodded.
“I do not like feeling its legs move inside my body.”
I nodded again.
“Don’t worry,” Rhys said, “they won’t stay this alive.”
The door opened, and Adair stuck his helmeted head in to say, “The food has arrived, Doyle.” He looked at me, and added, “Good to see you awake, Princess.”
“Good to be awake.” I frowned around at the room. “Though a little more light would be nice.” The light that was everywhere and nowhere in most of the sithen began to seep through the room.
“My, my, my,” Rhys said.
“What?” I asked.
“When the lights went out in your room, the entire sithen went dark,” Doyle said.
“Nothing we did could get the lights back on,” Rhys said.
I swallowed a sudden lump in my throat. “Until…”
“Until you requested a little more light,” Rhys said. “Yeah, the queen is going to have mixed feelings about the sithen’s new affection for you.”
“Mixed how?” I asked.
“Happy you’re so powerful, pissed that the sithen isn’t listening to her anymore.”
I licked my dry lips.
“Enough of this until after they’ve eaten.” Doyle called for the food to be brought in. Kitto came with a tray, and others followed behind with drink.