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A Stroke Of Midnight :: Гамильтон Лорел
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Amatheon said, “Have you been living in the same court as the rest of us?”
Galen shrugged, almost unseating Mug. He helped her catch her balance by holding up his fingers so she could catch herself. “Love is too precious to be ashamed of.”
If I hadn’t already loved him, I would have in that moment.
“You are right, my friend,” Doyle said, “but that is not always how our free brethren feel about such things.”
“Arrogance, such arrogance, to be ashamed of that which the rest of us would give so much to have,” Adair said.
“Who would admit to bedding something with wings?” Onilwyn said.
“Good enough to fuck, but not to love?” Maggie May asked.
Some of the men would not meet her gaze. Doyle had no trouble meeting those hard golden eyes. “Was Harry Hob her lover?”
She nodded. “Aye.”
Mug and Peasblossom answered together, “Yes.”
Doyle turned back to Harry. “It’s not every hob who gets to share a mistress with a sidhe.”
“Mistress, nay, I loved the girl.”
“How did you feel about sharing the girl you loved with another?”
“Beatrice had broken up with Harry,” Peasblossom said.
“But we was back together,” Harry said.
Peasblossom acknowledged that was true.
“She had broken up with the sidhe,” he said.
“Dumped a sidhe for you?” Mug said, and laughed, a high twittering sound.
“Don’t you laugh at him, Mug,” Maggie May said. “Sometimes love is more than a magic or grand power.”
“Did you know that Beatrice had let Harry go?” I asked.
“Aye, and that she’d taken ’im back, too.”
“If she’d broken with him,” Doyle said, “why did Harry expect him down in the kitchens?”
“Beatrice said he wanted her to do awful things for him. She’d agreed at first, then changed her mind.”
“What kind of awful things?” Doyle asked.
“She wouldna’ tell me. Said it was so awful, no one would believe it of him.”
We were Unseelie not Seelie, which meant we were willing to admit most of what we wanted. What could be so terrible that it wouldn’t be believed? What perversion that Beatrice had turned from it in fear?
“Her sidhe lord had demanded one last meeting, to try and persuade Beatrice to reconsider. I begged her not to meet with him.”
“Why? Did you fear for her safety?” Doyle asked.
“No, not that. If I had ever dreamed such a thing, I would never have let her meet him alone,” Harry replied.
Amatheon said, “Have you been living in the same court as the rest of us?”
Galen shrugged, almost unseating Mug. He helped her catch her balance by holding up his fingers so she could catch herself. “Love is too precious to be ashamed of.”
If I hadn’t already loved him, I would have in that moment.
“You are right, my friend,” Doyle said, “but that is not always how our free brethren feel about such things.”
“Arrogance, such arrogance, to be ashamed of that which the rest of us would give so much to have,” Adair said.
“Who would admit to bedding something with wings?” Onilwyn said.
“Good enough to fuck, but not to love?” Maggie May asked.
Some of the men would not meet her gaze. Doyle had no trouble meeting those hard golden eyes. “Was Harry Hob her lover?”
She nodded. “Aye.”
Mug and Peasblossom answered together, “Yes.”
Doyle turned back to Harry. “It’s not every hob who gets to share a mistress with a sidhe.”
“Mistress, nay, I loved the girl.”
“How did you feel about sharing the girl you loved with another?”
“Beatrice had broken up with Harry,” Peasblossom said.
“But we was back together,” Harry said.
Peasblossom acknowledged that was true.
“She had broken up with the sidhe,” he said.
“Dumped a sidhe for you?” Mug said, and laughed, a high twittering sound.
“Don’t you laugh at him, Mug,” Maggie May said. “Sometimes love is more than a magic or grand power.”
“Did you know that Beatrice had let Harry go?” I asked.
“Aye, and that she’d taken ’im back, too.”
“If she’d broken with him,” Doyle said, “why did Harry expect him down in the kitchens?”
“Beatrice said he wanted her to do awful things for him. She’d agreed at first, then changed her mind.”
“What kind of awful things?” Doyle asked.
“She wouldna’ tell me. Said it was so awful, no one would believe it of him.”
We were Unseelie not Seelie, which meant we were willing to admit most of what we wanted. What could be so terrible that it wouldn’t be believed? What perversion that Beatrice had turned from it in fear?
“Her sidhe lord had demanded one last meeting, to try and persuade Beatrice to reconsider. I begged her not to meet with him.”
“Why? Did you fear for her safety?” Doyle asked.
“No, not that. If I had ever dreamed such a thing, I would never have let her meet him alone,” Harry replied.