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Mistrals Kiss :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 51 из 148“Am I hurting you?”
I tried to raise my arm to touch him, but still couldn’t move. “Nothing hurts right now,” I said.
He let out his breath in a long sigh. “Good.” His heart began to slow as the rain fell harder. I turned my face to the side so the drops wouldn’t be hitting me full on.
I’d thought the weather inside the cavern would stop with Mistral’s orgasm. But though the storm had ended, there was still a sky above us. A cloudy, rainy sky. It had not rained underground in faerie for at least four hundred years. We had a sky and rain, and we were still underground. It was impossible, but the rain on my face was warm. A spring rain, something gentle, to coax the flowers out.
He raised himself up enough to pull himself out of my body and lie by my side. I felt moisture on his face, and thought at first that it was rain. Then I realized it was tears. Had the rain come because he cried, or did one thing have nothing to do with the other? I did not know. I only knew that he cried, and I held out my arms to him.
He buried his face against my breasts, and wept.
CHAPTER 7
ABELOEC, MISTRAL, AND I GOT TO OUR FEET IN THE SOFT SPRING rain. It took me a moment to realize that there was light now. Not the colored shine of magic but a dim, pale light, as if there were a moon somewhere up near the stone roof of the cavern. I couldn’t see the ceiling anymore. It was lost in a soft mist of clouds where the stone had been.
“Sky,” someone whispered, “there’s sky above us.”
I turned to look at the other men who had been held outside the glowing circle of Abeloec’s magic. I turned to find out who had spoken, but the moment I saw the others, I didn’t care. I didn’t even care that it was raining, or that there was sky, or some phantom moon. All I could think was that we were missing people: a lot of people.
Frost and Rhys were white shadows in the dimness, and Doyle a darker presence by their side. “Doyle, where are the others?”
It was Rhys who answered. “The garden took them.”
“What does that mean?” I asked. I took a step toward them, but Mistral held me back.
“Until we find out what is happening, we cannot risk you, Princess.”
“He is right,” Doyle said. He walked toward us, gliding graceful and nude, but there was something in the way he moved that said the fight wasn’t over. He moved as if he expected the ground itself to open up and attack. Just watching him move like that scared me. Something was horribly wrong.
“Stay with Mistral and Abe. Frost with Merry.
I tried to raise my arm to touch him, but still couldn’t move. “Nothing hurts right now,” I said.
He let out his breath in a long sigh. “Good.” His heart began to slow as the rain fell harder. I turned my face to the side so the drops wouldn’t be hitting me full on.
I’d thought the weather inside the cavern would stop with Mistral’s orgasm. But though the storm had ended, there was still a sky above us. A cloudy, rainy sky. It had not rained underground in faerie for at least four hundred years. We had a sky and rain, and we were still underground. It was impossible, but the rain on my face was warm. A spring rain, something gentle, to coax the flowers out.
He raised himself up enough to pull himself out of my body and lie by my side. I felt moisture on his face, and thought at first that it was rain. Then I realized it was tears. Had the rain come because he cried, or did one thing have nothing to do with the other? I did not know. I only knew that he cried, and I held out my arms to him.
He buried his face against my breasts, and wept.
CHAPTER 7
ABELOEC, MISTRAL, AND I GOT TO OUR FEET IN THE SOFT SPRING rain. It took me a moment to realize that there was light now. Not the colored shine of magic but a dim, pale light, as if there were a moon somewhere up near the stone roof of the cavern. I couldn’t see the ceiling anymore. It was lost in a soft mist of clouds where the stone had been.
“Sky,” someone whispered, “there’s sky above us.”
I turned to look at the other men who had been held outside the glowing circle of Abeloec’s magic. I turned to find out who had spoken, but the moment I saw the others, I didn’t care. I didn’t even care that it was raining, or that there was sky, or some phantom moon. All I could think was that we were missing people: a lot of people.
Frost and Rhys were white shadows in the dimness, and Doyle a darker presence by their side. “Doyle, where are the others?”
It was Rhys who answered. “The garden took them.”
“What does that mean?” I asked. I took a step toward them, but Mistral held me back.
“Until we find out what is happening, we cannot risk you, Princess.”
“He is right,” Doyle said. He walked toward us, gliding graceful and nude, but there was something in the way he moved that said the fight wasn’t over. He moved as if he expected the ground itself to open up and attack. Just watching him move like that scared me. Something was horribly wrong.
“Stay with Mistral and Abe. Frost with Merry.