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Mistrals Kiss :: Гамильтон Лорел
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“Bring her onto solid land, Darkness,” Sholto said.
Doyle led me forward, carefully. Rhys’s hand never left my other arm. They eased me out onto the broader shoreline. The others followed, mincing their way onto secure ground.
Doyle took my hand and led me forward, very formally, toward the waiting sluagh. We had to come forward slowly, because of the bones. We’d seen what they’d done to Abe, and we were both barefoot. We’d had enough injuries for the night.
“How I hate you, Princess,” Agnes said.
Sholto spoke without turning around to look at her. “I am very close to losing my patience with you, Agnes. You don’t want that.”
“They move like shadow and light, so graceful through the bone field that is our garden,” Agnes said, “and you watch her as if she were food and drink, and you were starving.”
The comment made me look up, away from the dangerous bones. “Do not do this, Agnes,” he said, but his face was naked to his need. She was right about that look on his face. It was more than just lust, though it wasn’t love, either. There was pain in his gaze, like a man watching something that he knew he could not have, and he wanted that thing more than anything else in the world. What had laid Sholto bare to the eyes of the world? What had stripped him to this?
Doyle stopped in a space of ground mostly clear of bones, just out of reach of the sluagh — or as far out of reach as we would get here. The other men had followed a few steps behind us, as if Doyle had given them some signal that I hadn’t seen, so they wouldn’t crowd Sholto and his guards. We were in the wrong. We had invaded their land, not the other way around, so we needed to be the more polite. I understood that, but looking into Sholto’s face I felt like we had walked into the middle of something that had nothing to do with us.
I began to kneel and pulled Doyle down with me. I bowed my head, not just to show respect, but because I couldn’t bear the look on Sholto’s face anymore. I didn’t deserve such a look. I was wet, splattered with mud. I must have looked like something the cat dragged in out of the storm, yet he stared at me with a desire that was painful to see. I’d already agreed to have sex with him, as he was part of the royal guard for the queen, as well as a king in his own right. He would have me, so why did he look at me the way Tantalus must have looked in Hades?
“You are princess of the Unseelie Court, in line to be queen.
“Bring her onto solid land, Darkness,” Sholto said.
Doyle led me forward, carefully. Rhys’s hand never left my other arm. They eased me out onto the broader shoreline. The others followed, mincing their way onto secure ground.
Doyle took my hand and led me forward, very formally, toward the waiting sluagh. We had to come forward slowly, because of the bones. We’d seen what they’d done to Abe, and we were both barefoot. We’d had enough injuries for the night.
“How I hate you, Princess,” Agnes said.
Sholto spoke without turning around to look at her. “I am very close to losing my patience with you, Agnes. You don’t want that.”
“They move like shadow and light, so graceful through the bone field that is our garden,” Agnes said, “and you watch her as if she were food and drink, and you were starving.”
The comment made me look up, away from the dangerous bones. “Do not do this, Agnes,” he said, but his face was naked to his need. She was right about that look on his face. It was more than just lust, though it wasn’t love, either. There was pain in his gaze, like a man watching something that he knew he could not have, and he wanted that thing more than anything else in the world. What had laid Sholto bare to the eyes of the world? What had stripped him to this?
Doyle stopped in a space of ground mostly clear of bones, just out of reach of the sluagh — or as far out of reach as we would get here. The other men had followed a few steps behind us, as if Doyle had given them some signal that I hadn’t seen, so they wouldn’t crowd Sholto and his guards. We were in the wrong. We had invaded their land, not the other way around, so we needed to be the more polite. I understood that, but looking into Sholto’s face I felt like we had walked into the middle of something that had nothing to do with us.
I began to kneel and pulled Doyle down with me. I bowed my head, not just to show respect, but because I couldn’t bear the look on Sholto’s face anymore. I didn’t deserve such a look. I was wet, splattered with mud. I must have looked like something the cat dragged in out of the storm, yet he stared at me with a desire that was painful to see. I’d already agreed to have sex with him, as he was part of the royal guard for the queen, as well as a king in his own right. He would have me, so why did he look at me the way Tantalus must have looked in Hades?
“You are princess of the Unseelie Court, in line to be queen.