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A Kiss Of Shadows :: Гамильтон Лорел
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Kurag turned back to me. "Tell me, Merry. This one lies like he breathes."
"He drank my blood without my permission."
The eyes blinked again. "That is a grave charge."
"I want recompense for the stolen blood."
Kurag drew a large knife from his belt. "Do you want his blood?"
"He drank from a royal princess of the high court of the sidhe. Do you really think his lowly blood is a fair trade for that?"
Kurag looked down at me. "What would be a fair trade?" He sounded suspicious.
"Your blood for mine," I said.
Kurag pushed his queen's hands away from his body. She made a small cry, and he was forced to shove her hard enough for her to fall on her butt to the ground. He never looked at her to see how she had fallen, or if she was all right.
"Sharing blood means something among the goblins, Princess."
"I know what it means," I said.
Kurag stared at me with his yellow eyes. "I could simply wait until you have lost enough blood to be carrion," he said.
His queen crowded next to him. "I could speed the process along." She held up a knife that was longer than my forearm. The blade gleamed dully in the light.
Kurag turned on her with a snarl. "This is not your concern!"
"You would share blood with her, who is not a queen. It is my business!" She stabbed the knife straight up toward his body. The knife was a blur of silver, the movement almost too quick to follow with the eye.
Kurag had time only to sweep an arm in an effort to keep the blade from his body. The blade opened his arm in a splash of crimson. His other main arm hit her full in the face. There was a sharp crunch of breaking bone, and she sat down on her butt for a second time. Her nose had exploded like a ripe tomato. Two of the teeth between her fangs had broken off. If there was blood coming from her mouth, it was lost in the blood gushing from her nose. The eye nearest the nose had spilled from its cracked socket and lay on her cheek like a balloon on a string.
Kurag trapped her knife under his foot. He hit her again, and this time she fell over on her side and lay still. There had been more than one reason that I did not want to marry Kurag.
He bent over the fallen queen. His thick fingers checked to see that she was still breathing, that her heart still beat. He nodded to himself and scooped her up in his arms. He cradled her gently, tenderly. He barked out an order, and a huge goblin squeezed through the crowd.
"Take her back to our hill. See her wounds are tended. If she dies, I will have your head on a pike.
Kurag turned back to me. "Tell me, Merry. This one lies like he breathes."
"He drank my blood without my permission."
The eyes blinked again. "That is a grave charge."
"I want recompense for the stolen blood."
Kurag drew a large knife from his belt. "Do you want his blood?"
"He drank from a royal princess of the high court of the sidhe. Do you really think his lowly blood is a fair trade for that?"
Kurag looked down at me. "What would be a fair trade?" He sounded suspicious.
"Your blood for mine," I said.
Kurag pushed his queen's hands away from his body. She made a small cry, and he was forced to shove her hard enough for her to fall on her butt to the ground. He never looked at her to see how she had fallen, or if she was all right.
"Sharing blood means something among the goblins, Princess."
"I know what it means," I said.
Kurag stared at me with his yellow eyes. "I could simply wait until you have lost enough blood to be carrion," he said.
His queen crowded next to him. "I could speed the process along." She held up a knife that was longer than my forearm. The blade gleamed dully in the light.
Kurag turned on her with a snarl. "This is not your concern!"
"You would share blood with her, who is not a queen. It is my business!" She stabbed the knife straight up toward his body. The knife was a blur of silver, the movement almost too quick to follow with the eye.
Kurag had time only to sweep an arm in an effort to keep the blade from his body. The blade opened his arm in a splash of crimson. His other main arm hit her full in the face. There was a sharp crunch of breaking bone, and she sat down on her butt for a second time. Her nose had exploded like a ripe tomato. Two of the teeth between her fangs had broken off. If there was blood coming from her mouth, it was lost in the blood gushing from her nose. The eye nearest the nose had spilled from its cracked socket and lay on her cheek like a balloon on a string.
Kurag trapped her knife under his foot. He hit her again, and this time she fell over on her side and lay still. There had been more than one reason that I did not want to marry Kurag.
He bent over the fallen queen. His thick fingers checked to see that she was still breathing, that her heart still beat. He nodded to himself and scooped her up in his arms. He cradled her gently, tenderly. He barked out an order, and a huge goblin squeezed through the crowd.
"Take her back to our hill. See her wounds are tended. If she dies, I will have your head on a pike.