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A Stroke Of Midnight :: Гамильтон Лорел
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“Gee, Rhys, with an opening like that, how can I resist? Tell me your idea.”
“If you told the queen you wanted both Nicca and Biddy in your bed at the same time, she might let that go.”
“Yes,” Doyle said, “she might. She has done it often enough herself.” He turned solemn black eyes on me. “It would make her think better of you.”
I frowned. “Better of me, in what way?”
“More like her,” he said. “She searches in you for signs of herself. Signs that you are truly blood of her blood.”
Frost was nodding. “I do not like it, but it would amuse her. It may work.”
“If Biddy agrees,” I said, looking at the happy couple.
“To be together after the ring has bound you,” Mistral said, “you would do anything. Anything to be with your true love.”
The sorrow in his eyes was something visible, tangible. I did not have to ask to know that once the ring had found his true love, and somehow he had lost her.
“Fine then,” I said, “that’s settled.”
Frost touched my shoulder, then dropped his hand as if he wasn’t allowed to. I took his hand in mine, held that gesture against me. It earned me a sad smile. “I know you are not a lover of women. It is good of you to take Biddy into your bed night after night until they are with child.”
I squeezed his hand. “One time together and they will be with child. I am certain of that. Even the queen won’t divide them if they’re pregnant.”
“Andais knows you are not a lover of women,” Doyle said. “She may insist on watching.”
I sighed, then shrugged. “So be it.”
Doyle and Frost both gave me a look. “Meredith,” Frost said, “will you truly be part of her entertainment?”
“I want them together, Frost, and if I have to include myself in it the first time, and let the queen watch, so be it.”
“When will you make your offer to the queen?” Doyle asked.
“After we’ve questioned the witnesses, and gotten the police safely inside the sithen. And only if she objects to them being a couple on their own.” I smoothed my short skirt down. I was going to need underwear. The police tend to discount your authority if you flash them.
“I think most of us need to freshen our clothing,” Doyle said.
I couldn’t help it, I glanced down at his groin. It was hard to tell in the dim light of the sithen.
He gave that masculine chuckle. “Black is a wonderfully concealing color.”
Frost flashed his grey jacket open just enough to show a stain. “Grey is not.
“Gee, Rhys, with an opening like that, how can I resist? Tell me your idea.”
“If you told the queen you wanted both Nicca and Biddy in your bed at the same time, she might let that go.”
“Yes,” Doyle said, “she might. She has done it often enough herself.” He turned solemn black eyes on me. “It would make her think better of you.”
I frowned. “Better of me, in what way?”
“More like her,” he said. “She searches in you for signs of herself. Signs that you are truly blood of her blood.”
Frost was nodding. “I do not like it, but it would amuse her. It may work.”
“If Biddy agrees,” I said, looking at the happy couple.
“To be together after the ring has bound you,” Mistral said, “you would do anything. Anything to be with your true love.”
The sorrow in his eyes was something visible, tangible. I did not have to ask to know that once the ring had found his true love, and somehow he had lost her.
“Fine then,” I said, “that’s settled.”
Frost touched my shoulder, then dropped his hand as if he wasn’t allowed to. I took his hand in mine, held that gesture against me. It earned me a sad smile. “I know you are not a lover of women. It is good of you to take Biddy into your bed night after night until they are with child.”
I squeezed his hand. “One time together and they will be with child. I am certain of that. Even the queen won’t divide them if they’re pregnant.”
“Andais knows you are not a lover of women,” Doyle said. “She may insist on watching.”
I sighed, then shrugged. “So be it.”
Doyle and Frost both gave me a look. “Meredith,” Frost said, “will you truly be part of her entertainment?”
“I want them together, Frost, and if I have to include myself in it the first time, and let the queen watch, so be it.”
“When will you make your offer to the queen?” Doyle asked.
“After we’ve questioned the witnesses, and gotten the police safely inside the sithen. And only if she objects to them being a couple on their own.” I smoothed my short skirt down. I was going to need underwear. The police tend to discount your authority if you flash them.
“I think most of us need to freshen our clothing,” Doyle said.
I couldn’t help it, I glanced down at his groin. It was hard to tell in the dim light of the sithen.
He gave that masculine chuckle. “Black is a wonderfully concealing color.”
Frost flashed his grey jacket open just enough to show a stain. “Grey is not.