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A Stroke Of Midnight :: Гамильтон Лорел
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I looked at them. “Are you saying the magic brought everyone in the hallway?”
“Everyone who was standing here,” Rhys said. “We missed the fun by moments.”
There were other voices up and down the hallway, agreeing or bemoaning the paler colors they had chosen to wear. “We cannot all go freshen our clothes at the same time,” Doyle said. “Some of us must stay here and work. The human police are on their way, and this has taken much of our time.”
I wasn’t wearing a watch; no one was, because watches and clocks ran oddly inside faerie. So oddly that telling time by them was useless. How did anyone know where to be and when? They approximated, and we spent a lot of time being fashionably late.
“Fine, divide everybody into shifts for a change of clothes, and could someone get me fresh underwear?”
Mistral held up my ripped panties. “I don’t suppose these would be very useful. I am sorry that I damaged them.” He held them out to me.
“I’m not sorry,” I said, and pressed his hand back around the satin.
A pleased look filled his eyes, replacing the sorrow. His hands convulsed around the bit of satin. I noticed that he’d found time in all the fuss to tuck himself back inside his pants. “May I keep it as a sign of my lady’s favor?”
I nodded. “You may.”
He raised his hand to his face in an old-fashioned salute, but the look in his eyes made me shiver. He turned with a smile to get his men on their feet and give them their duties.
Frost had turned away. I caught his arm. “What is wrong?”
“Nothing, I’m going to go change.” But he wouldn’t look at me. Frost had a tendency to be moody. If I’d had more time I would have asked more questions, but the humans were coming, and we were out of time. I promised myself that if he stayed sulky I’d find out what was wrong. I was hoping it was some momentary mood and nothing more.
Doyle said, “Let him go, he’ll need a little time to adjust.”
I frowned at him. “Adjust to what?”
Doyle gave a smile that was more sad than happy. “Later, if you still need to ask, I will explain, but now we have very little time to question our witnesses. You have called the police into the sithen, Princess, and we must prepare.”
He was right, but I wanted to know what had I missed. It couldn’t be just about sex with Mistral, they’d all seen me have sex with others. But if not that, then what? I shook my head, smoothed my short skirt, and put it from my mind.
I looked at them. “Are you saying the magic brought everyone in the hallway?”
“Everyone who was standing here,” Rhys said. “We missed the fun by moments.”
There were other voices up and down the hallway, agreeing or bemoaning the paler colors they had chosen to wear. “We cannot all go freshen our clothes at the same time,” Doyle said. “Some of us must stay here and work. The human police are on their way, and this has taken much of our time.”
I wasn’t wearing a watch; no one was, because watches and clocks ran oddly inside faerie. So oddly that telling time by them was useless. How did anyone know where to be and when? They approximated, and we spent a lot of time being fashionably late.
“Fine, divide everybody into shifts for a change of clothes, and could someone get me fresh underwear?”
Mistral held up my ripped panties. “I don’t suppose these would be very useful. I am sorry that I damaged them.” He held them out to me.
“I’m not sorry,” I said, and pressed his hand back around the satin.
A pleased look filled his eyes, replacing the sorrow. His hands convulsed around the bit of satin. I noticed that he’d found time in all the fuss to tuck himself back inside his pants. “May I keep it as a sign of my lady’s favor?”
I nodded. “You may.”
He raised his hand to his face in an old-fashioned salute, but the look in his eyes made me shiver. He turned with a smile to get his men on their feet and give them their duties.
Frost had turned away. I caught his arm. “What is wrong?”
“Nothing, I’m going to go change.” But he wouldn’t look at me. Frost had a tendency to be moody. If I’d had more time I would have asked more questions, but the humans were coming, and we were out of time. I promised myself that if he stayed sulky I’d find out what was wrong. I was hoping it was some momentary mood and nothing more.
Doyle said, “Let him go, he’ll need a little time to adjust.”
I frowned at him. “Adjust to what?”
Doyle gave a smile that was more sad than happy. “Later, if you still need to ask, I will explain, but now we have very little time to question our witnesses. You have called the police into the sithen, Princess, and we must prepare.”
He was right, but I wanted to know what had I missed. It couldn’t be just about sex with Mistral, they’d all seen me have sex with others. But if not that, then what? I shook my head, smoothed my short skirt, and put it from my mind.