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Mistrals Kiss :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 108 из 148I looked to the other side and found the spear of bone rolling from the other side. They were going to touch us at the same time.
“Hold on,” I said.
“To what?”
“To me.”
He grabbed my arms, and my hand was freed from his stomach. I grabbed his arms without thinking, putting the ring against his bare skin, again. Sometimes Goddess pulls us by the hand down our path, and sometimes she gets behind us and pushes off the cliff edge.
We were about to be pushed.
CHAPTER 16
WOOD, METAL, FLESH; ALL OF IT HIT US AT ONCE. WE WERE LEFT clinging to each other in the center of a blast of power that splashed the lake up over the island. We drowned for a moment, then the world literally moved. It felt as if the island bucked up and dropped down again.
The water cleared, the earth stopped moving, and the chalice and spear were gone. We were left wet and gasping, huddled naked together. I was afraid to let go, as if our arms around each other — our bodies still wedded together — were all that kept us from falling off the face of the earth.
Voices came, yells, shouts. I picked out Doyle’s voice, Frost, and Agnes’s harsh call. The voices made us both turn, blinking water out of our eyes. On the shore, which was a lot farther away than it had been before, were all our guards. We were back in the dead gardens of the sluagh, but the lake was full of water now, and the Island of Bones was in the middle of it.
Doyle dived into the water, his dark body cutting the surface. Frost followed him. The other guards did the same. Sholto’s uncles discarded their cloaks and hit the water after my guards. Only Black Agnes stayed on the shore.
I looked down at Sholto; I was still on top of him. “We’re about to be rescued.”
He smiled up at me. “Do we need rescuing?”
“I’m not sure,” I said.
He laughed then, and the sound echoed against the bare stone of the cavern. He hugged me tight, and laid a gentle kiss on my cheek. He breathed his words against my skin: “Thank you, Meredith.”
I pressed my cheek against his and whispered back, “You are most welcome, Sholto.”
He buried his hand in my wet hair and said, softly, “I have long desired you to whisper my name like that.”
“Like what?” I asked, face still pressed against his.
“Like a lover.”
I heard movement behind us, and Sholto released his hold on my hair. I kissed him on the lips, before I lifted my body to see who had made the island first.
“Hold on,” I said.
“To what?”
“To me.”
He grabbed my arms, and my hand was freed from his stomach. I grabbed his arms without thinking, putting the ring against his bare skin, again. Sometimes Goddess pulls us by the hand down our path, and sometimes she gets behind us and pushes off the cliff edge.
We were about to be pushed.
CHAPTER 16
WOOD, METAL, FLESH; ALL OF IT HIT US AT ONCE. WE WERE LEFT clinging to each other in the center of a blast of power that splashed the lake up over the island. We drowned for a moment, then the world literally moved. It felt as if the island bucked up and dropped down again.
The water cleared, the earth stopped moving, and the chalice and spear were gone. We were left wet and gasping, huddled naked together. I was afraid to let go, as if our arms around each other — our bodies still wedded together — were all that kept us from falling off the face of the earth.
Voices came, yells, shouts. I picked out Doyle’s voice, Frost, and Agnes’s harsh call. The voices made us both turn, blinking water out of our eyes. On the shore, which was a lot farther away than it had been before, were all our guards. We were back in the dead gardens of the sluagh, but the lake was full of water now, and the Island of Bones was in the middle of it.
Doyle dived into the water, his dark body cutting the surface. Frost followed him. The other guards did the same. Sholto’s uncles discarded their cloaks and hit the water after my guards. Only Black Agnes stayed on the shore.
I looked down at Sholto; I was still on top of him. “We’re about to be rescued.”
He smiled up at me. “Do we need rescuing?”
“I’m not sure,” I said.
He laughed then, and the sound echoed against the bare stone of the cavern. He hugged me tight, and laid a gentle kiss on my cheek. He breathed his words against my skin: “Thank you, Meredith.”
I pressed my cheek against his and whispered back, “You are most welcome, Sholto.”
He buried his hand in my wet hair and said, softly, “I have long desired you to whisper my name like that.”
“Like what?” I asked, face still pressed against his.
“Like a lover.”
I heard movement behind us, and Sholto released his hold on my hair. I kissed him on the lips, before I lifted my body to see who had made the island first.