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A Kiss Of Shadows :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 155 из 338"I am not allowed a sexual release, Meredith. Not by my hand, or anyone else's."
"I never touched you there."
He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall. He spoke without looking at me. "Your magic did. It ran through me like a sword." He opened his eyes, stared at me. "Do you understand now what you've done?"
I finally did. "You're saying that the queen will count this as sex."
"I never meant for it… My power has never been like this before."
"Was it like this the night you were with the roane?"
I thought about that for a moment, then frowned. "Yes, and no. It wasn't exactly like this, but—" I stopped in midsentence and stared at his chest.
My look must have been astonished, because it made him stare down at himself. "What? What do you see?"
"Your chest wound, it's gone." My voice was soft with amazement.
He ran his hands over his chest, searching the skin. "It's healed. I did not do this." He came to the edge of the bed. "Your arms."
I looked down and saw the claw marks were gone. My arms were healed. I ran my hands over my thighs, and they weren't healed. The nail marks, filled with their small bits of blood; the red marks of his teeth; the press of his mouth that had brought a red stain to my thigh where the wound had been. "Why is everything else healed but these marks?"
He shook his head. "I don't know."
I stared up at him. "You said that my initiation into power healed Roane, but what if it's not just that first flush of power. What if it's part of my newfound magic?"
I watched him try to make sense of it. "It could be, but healing by sex is not a gift of the Unseelie Court."
"It is of the Seelie Court," I said.
"You are of their bloodline," he said softly. "I must tell the queen."
"Tell her what?" I asked.
"Everything."
I crawled forward on the bed, still half-naked, reaching for him. He moved out of reach, clutching at the wall as if I'd threatened him. "No, Meredith, no more. The queen may forgive us because it was accidental, and she will be pleased that you have more powers. It may save us, but if you touch me again… " He shook his head. "She will not have pity on us if we come together again this night."
"I was just going to touch your arm, Doyle. I think we should talk before you go tattling to the queen."
He moved back to the edge of the wall, just before it turned the corner out of sight. "I have just had the first release in more centuries that you can imagine and you sit there like that… " He shook his head again.
"I never touched you there."
He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall. He spoke without looking at me. "Your magic did. It ran through me like a sword." He opened his eyes, stared at me. "Do you understand now what you've done?"
I finally did. "You're saying that the queen will count this as sex."
"I never meant for it… My power has never been like this before."
"Was it like this the night you were with the roane?"
I thought about that for a moment, then frowned. "Yes, and no. It wasn't exactly like this, but—" I stopped in midsentence and stared at his chest.
My look must have been astonished, because it made him stare down at himself. "What? What do you see?"
"Your chest wound, it's gone." My voice was soft with amazement.
He ran his hands over his chest, searching the skin. "It's healed. I did not do this." He came to the edge of the bed. "Your arms."
I looked down and saw the claw marks were gone. My arms were healed. I ran my hands over my thighs, and they weren't healed. The nail marks, filled with their small bits of blood; the red marks of his teeth; the press of his mouth that had brought a red stain to my thigh where the wound had been. "Why is everything else healed but these marks?"
He shook his head. "I don't know."
I stared up at him. "You said that my initiation into power healed Roane, but what if it's not just that first flush of power. What if it's part of my newfound magic?"
I watched him try to make sense of it. "It could be, but healing by sex is not a gift of the Unseelie Court."
"It is of the Seelie Court," I said.
"You are of their bloodline," he said softly. "I must tell the queen."
"Tell her what?" I asked.
"Everything."
I crawled forward on the bed, still half-naked, reaching for him. He moved out of reach, clutching at the wall as if I'd threatened him. "No, Meredith, no more. The queen may forgive us because it was accidental, and she will be pleased that you have more powers. It may save us, but if you touch me again… " He shook his head. "She will not have pity on us if we come together again this night."
"I was just going to touch your arm, Doyle. I think we should talk before you go tattling to the queen."
He moved back to the edge of the wall, just before it turned the corner out of sight. "I have just had the first release in more centuries that you can imagine and you sit there like that… " He shook his head again.