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A Kiss Of Shadows :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 133 из 338So, you see, Meredith, you don't need me. You'll have everything I could have offered you, and you won't be tied for a lifetime to a deformed monster."
"You're not deformed, Sholto. If your hags hadn't interrupted, I'd have proved that to you."
Something flickered over his face, rippling on the surface of his arrogance. "Yes, my hags." He turned those tri-yellow eyes on me. "I thought you had no hand of power, Meredith."
"I don't," I said.
"I think Nerys would argue with you on that."
"I didn't know, Sholto, I didn't mean to… " I had no words for what I'd done to Nerys.
"What has happened?" Doyle asked.
"Black Agnes lied to the sluagh. She told them that if I mated with Meredith that I would become pure sidhe, and no longer be their king. She convinced them that they were protecting me from myself, protecting me from the wiles of the sidhe witch."
I raised eyebrows at that.
He looked at me. "But I have persuaded Agnes and the rest that you are not a danger to them."
I met his eyes. "I saw the method of persuasion before I ran."
He nodded. "Agnes said to thank you—she's never had better from me. She thinks it has something to do with your magic."
"She's not angry about Nerys? "I asked.
"She wants you dead, yes, but she's afraid of you now, Meredith. The hand of flesh like your father—who would have dreamed it?" There was something in his eyes besides careful arrogance. I realized with a start that it was fear. Fear peeking through his mask. It wasn't just Black Agnes who was afraid of what I'd done up in that room.
"Hand of flesh," Doyle repeated. "What are you saying, Sholto?"
Sholto held the sword out to Doyle, hilt first. "Take this, and come up to my room and see what our little princess has done. Nerys cannot be healed, so I request that you grant her true death before you escort Meredith home. I will see you both safely to a taxi on the off chance that my sluagh are not… perfectly obedient." His words, his body language all said that he was not happy with Doyle.
With a small bow of his head, Doyle took the sword. "If it is a favor you need, then I am happy to oblige for the name of the traitor that sent you to Los Angeles falsely in the queen's name."
Sholto shook his head. "I will not give up the name, not now. I will hold it until it is of use to me, or until I decide to deal with the traitor personally."
"If you told us the traitor's name, it would help us keep the princess safe at court.
"You're not deformed, Sholto. If your hags hadn't interrupted, I'd have proved that to you."
Something flickered over his face, rippling on the surface of his arrogance. "Yes, my hags." He turned those tri-yellow eyes on me. "I thought you had no hand of power, Meredith."
"I don't," I said.
"I think Nerys would argue with you on that."
"I didn't know, Sholto, I didn't mean to… " I had no words for what I'd done to Nerys.
"What has happened?" Doyle asked.
"Black Agnes lied to the sluagh. She told them that if I mated with Meredith that I would become pure sidhe, and no longer be their king. She convinced them that they were protecting me from myself, protecting me from the wiles of the sidhe witch."
I raised eyebrows at that.
He looked at me. "But I have persuaded Agnes and the rest that you are not a danger to them."
I met his eyes. "I saw the method of persuasion before I ran."
He nodded. "Agnes said to thank you—she's never had better from me. She thinks it has something to do with your magic."
"She's not angry about Nerys? "I asked.
"She wants you dead, yes, but she's afraid of you now, Meredith. The hand of flesh like your father—who would have dreamed it?" There was something in his eyes besides careful arrogance. I realized with a start that it was fear. Fear peeking through his mask. It wasn't just Black Agnes who was afraid of what I'd done up in that room.
"Hand of flesh," Doyle repeated. "What are you saying, Sholto?"
Sholto held the sword out to Doyle, hilt first. "Take this, and come up to my room and see what our little princess has done. Nerys cannot be healed, so I request that you grant her true death before you escort Meredith home. I will see you both safely to a taxi on the off chance that my sluagh are not… perfectly obedient." His words, his body language all said that he was not happy with Doyle.
With a small bow of his head, Doyle took the sword. "If it is a favor you need, then I am happy to oblige for the name of the traitor that sent you to Los Angeles falsely in the queen's name."
Sholto shook his head. "I will not give up the name, not now. I will hold it until it is of use to me, or until I decide to deal with the traitor personally."
"If you told us the traitor's name, it would help us keep the princess safe at court.