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A Kiss Of Shadows :: Гамильтон Лорел
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Barinthus looked past me to set those eyes on Doyle.
Doyle turned his free hand so that it came together with the burning one to form a single wick of both hands.
I stepped between him and Barinthus. "Stop the theatrics, Doyle. I'm coming."
I could feel the two of them watching each other like a weight pressing in the air. There'd always been tension between them, but not like this.
I walked to Doyle until the colored fire cast sickly shadows on my face and clothes. I stood close enough that I could feel that the fire gave nothing, no heat, no life, nothing, but it was not illusion. I'd seen what Doyle's fire could do. As with Siobhan's hands, it could kill.
I had to do something to break the tension between them. I'd seen too many duels start over less. Too much blood, too much death over such stupid things.
I touched each of Doyle's elbows and moved my hands slowly up his forearms. "Seeing Keelin has taken some of the heart from me, as Andais knew it would, so take me to her." My hands slid slowly up his arms, and I realized that his black skin was bare; he was wearing short sleeves under that long cloak.
"The land welcomes you, little one, and you grow bold," Doyle said.
"That wasn't bold, Doyle." My hands were almost at his wrists, almost inside the sickly flames. There was no heat to warn me off, only my own memories of watching a man writhe and die covered in crawling green flame. "This is bold." I did two things simultaneously. I brought my hands sliding upward into where the flame was and blew a breath out like blowing out a candle.
The flames vanished as if I'd snuffed them out, which I had not. Doyle had killed them a fraction of a heartbeat before my skin touched them.
I was close enough that by moonlight I could see he was shaken, frightened at what I'd almost done. "You are mad."
"You gave your word I would reach the queen unharmed. You always keep your word, Doyle."
"You trusted me to not harm you."
"I trusted your sense of honor, yes."
He glanced back at Cel and Siobhan. Keelin had joined them again. Cel was staring at us. There was a look on his face that said he almost believed I'd done exactly what it looked like I'd done—blown out Doyle's flame.
I kept one hand on Doyle's wrist and blew my cousin a kiss with my free hand.
He actually jumped as if that windblown kiss had struck him. Keelin had cuddled close to him and was staring back at me with what I knew now were not entirely friendly eyes.
Barinthus looked past me to set those eyes on Doyle.
Doyle turned his free hand so that it came together with the burning one to form a single wick of both hands.
I stepped between him and Barinthus. "Stop the theatrics, Doyle. I'm coming."
I could feel the two of them watching each other like a weight pressing in the air. There'd always been tension between them, but not like this.
I walked to Doyle until the colored fire cast sickly shadows on my face and clothes. I stood close enough that I could feel that the fire gave nothing, no heat, no life, nothing, but it was not illusion. I'd seen what Doyle's fire could do. As with Siobhan's hands, it could kill.
I had to do something to break the tension between them. I'd seen too many duels start over less. Too much blood, too much death over such stupid things.
I touched each of Doyle's elbows and moved my hands slowly up his forearms. "Seeing Keelin has taken some of the heart from me, as Andais knew it would, so take me to her." My hands slid slowly up his arms, and I realized that his black skin was bare; he was wearing short sleeves under that long cloak.
"The land welcomes you, little one, and you grow bold," Doyle said.
"That wasn't bold, Doyle." My hands were almost at his wrists, almost inside the sickly flames. There was no heat to warn me off, only my own memories of watching a man writhe and die covered in crawling green flame. "This is bold." I did two things simultaneously. I brought my hands sliding upward into where the flame was and blew a breath out like blowing out a candle.
The flames vanished as if I'd snuffed them out, which I had not. Doyle had killed them a fraction of a heartbeat before my skin touched them.
I was close enough that by moonlight I could see he was shaken, frightened at what I'd almost done. "You are mad."
"You gave your word I would reach the queen unharmed. You always keep your word, Doyle."
"You trusted me to not harm you."
"I trusted your sense of honor, yes."
He glanced back at Cel and Siobhan. Keelin had joined them again. Cel was staring at us. There was a look on his face that said he almost believed I'd done exactly what it looked like I'd done—blown out Doyle's flame.
I kept one hand on Doyle's wrist and blew my cousin a kiss with my free hand.
He actually jumped as if that windblown kiss had struck him. Keelin had cuddled close to him and was staring back at me with what I knew now were not entirely friendly eyes.