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A Kiss Of Shadows :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 255 из 338Finally, she nodded, and said, "We will see you at thebanquet, Princess." With that she rose higher into the air, the others following her in a multicolored cloud. The huge doors at the end of the room opened without anyone touching them, and once the bright flying crowd had vanished inside, the doors closed slowly behind them.
A small sound brought my attention back to the room. Galen was leaning up against the far wall, his pants in place though not fastened. Rhys was dabbing at the small bites with a bottle of clear liquid, until Galen's naked upper body gleamed in the lights.
He gazed up at me. "Is it true about the celibacy being lifted?"
"It's true," I said, and crouched on my heels by him.
He smiled, but it left his eyes pain-filled. "I won't be much use to you tonight."
"There will be other nights," I said.
The smile widened, but he winced as Rhys cleaned more of the wounds. "Why did Cel care if I in particular came to your bed?"
"I think Cel believes that if I cannot sleep with you tonight, that I will sleep alone."
Galen looked at me.
I didn't wait for him to say something that would make all this even more uncomfortable. "I don't know if you heard what I told the others, but if I don't have sex tonight with someone of my choosing, tomorrow I entertain the court with a group of the queen's choosing."
"You'll have to take someone to your bed tonight, Merry."
"I know." I touched his face and found it cool to the touch and lightly dewed with sweat. He'd lost a lot of blood, nothing fatal for a sidhe, but he would be weak tonight for many things, not just for sex.
"If this was your punishment for disobeying Cel, then what was Barinthus's punishment?"
"He was forbidden to attend tonight's banquet," Frost said.
I raised my eyebrows at that. "Galen gets cut up and Barinthus just misses supper?"
"Cel is afraid of Barinthus, but he does not fear Galen," Frost said.
"I'm just too nice a guy."
"Yes," Frost said, "you are."
"That was supposed to be a joke," Galen said.
"Unfortunately," Doyle said, "it isn't funny."
"We can't keep the queen waiting," Rhys said. "Can you walk?"
"Get me on my feet and I'll walk." Doyle and Frost helped him stand.
He moved slowly, arthritically, as if things hurt a great deal, but by the time they'd helped him to the far doors, he was moving on his own power. He was healing before our eyes, his skin absorbing the bites. It was like watching reverse film of flowers blooming.
A small sound brought my attention back to the room. Galen was leaning up against the far wall, his pants in place though not fastened. Rhys was dabbing at the small bites with a bottle of clear liquid, until Galen's naked upper body gleamed in the lights.
He gazed up at me. "Is it true about the celibacy being lifted?"
"It's true," I said, and crouched on my heels by him.
He smiled, but it left his eyes pain-filled. "I won't be much use to you tonight."
"There will be other nights," I said.
The smile widened, but he winced as Rhys cleaned more of the wounds. "Why did Cel care if I in particular came to your bed?"
"I think Cel believes that if I cannot sleep with you tonight, that I will sleep alone."
Galen looked at me.
I didn't wait for him to say something that would make all this even more uncomfortable. "I don't know if you heard what I told the others, but if I don't have sex tonight with someone of my choosing, tomorrow I entertain the court with a group of the queen's choosing."
"You'll have to take someone to your bed tonight, Merry."
"I know." I touched his face and found it cool to the touch and lightly dewed with sweat. He'd lost a lot of blood, nothing fatal for a sidhe, but he would be weak tonight for many things, not just for sex.
"If this was your punishment for disobeying Cel, then what was Barinthus's punishment?"
"He was forbidden to attend tonight's banquet," Frost said.
I raised my eyebrows at that. "Galen gets cut up and Barinthus just misses supper?"
"Cel is afraid of Barinthus, but he does not fear Galen," Frost said.
"I'm just too nice a guy."
"Yes," Frost said, "you are."
"That was supposed to be a joke," Galen said.
"Unfortunately," Doyle said, "it isn't funny."
"We can't keep the queen waiting," Rhys said. "Can you walk?"
"Get me on my feet and I'll walk." Doyle and Frost helped him stand.
He moved slowly, arthritically, as if things hurt a great deal, but by the time they'd helped him to the far doors, he was moving on his own power. He was healing before our eyes, his skin absorbing the bites. It was like watching reverse film of flowers blooming.