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A Kiss Of Shadows :: Гамильтон Лорел
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Our eyes met through the nothing ofthe mirror. She nodded and pushed the man to his feet. She slapped his butt as he walked out of frame. "He'll be right over."
"Great," I said. "Now get out, Griffin."
Griffin hesitated, then walked into view of the mirror. He glanced from one to the other of us. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it. Probably the wisest thing he could have done.
He bowed, "My queen." He turned to me. "I will see you again, Merry."
I shook my head. "What for?"
"You did love me once," he said, and it was almost a question, almost a plea.
I could have lied—there was no spell on me—but I didn't. "Yes, Griffin, I loved you, once."
He looked at me, eyes roving over the bed and the smorgasbord of men. "I am sorry, Merry." He sounded sincere.
"Sorry you lost me, sorry you killed my love for you, or sorry that you can't fuck me anymore?"
"All of it," he said. "I'm sorry for all of it."
"Good boy. Now get out," I said.
Something passed across his face, something close to pain, and for the first time I thought that maybe, just maybe, he understood what he'd done was wrong. He unlocked the door, stepped outside, and when the door closed behind him, I knew he was gone, gone in a way beyond simply not being around. He was not my honey bun anymore, not my special person.
I sighed and leaned back against the wall. Kitto snuggled close, sliding one bare leg up and down against mine. I wondered if there was a chance in hell of me getting any alone time tonight.
I looked at the mirror again. "You knew I wouldn't accept Griffin as your spy, not if it meant having sex with him."
She nodded. "I needed to know how you truly felt about him, Meredith. I had to be sure that you weren't still in love with him."
"Why? "I asked.
"Because love can interfere with lust. Now I'm sure that you are rid of him in your heart. I am pleased."
"I'm just tickled pink that you're pleased," I said.
"Have a care, Meredith. I don't like sarcasm directed at me."
"And I don't like having my heart cut out for your pleasure." The moment I said it, I knew it was a mistake.
Her eyes narrowed. "When I cut your heart out, Meredith, you'll know it." The mirror spilled into fog, then was suddenly reflective again. I stared at myself in the mirror, my pulse thudding in my throat.
"Having your heart cut out," Galen said. "Poor, poor choice of words."
"I know," I said.
"In the future," Doyle said, "keep your temper.
Our eyes met through the nothing ofthe mirror. She nodded and pushed the man to his feet. She slapped his butt as he walked out of frame. "He'll be right over."
"Great," I said. "Now get out, Griffin."
Griffin hesitated, then walked into view of the mirror. He glanced from one to the other of us. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it. Probably the wisest thing he could have done.
He bowed, "My queen." He turned to me. "I will see you again, Merry."
I shook my head. "What for?"
"You did love me once," he said, and it was almost a question, almost a plea.
I could have lied—there was no spell on me—but I didn't. "Yes, Griffin, I loved you, once."
He looked at me, eyes roving over the bed and the smorgasbord of men. "I am sorry, Merry." He sounded sincere.
"Sorry you lost me, sorry you killed my love for you, or sorry that you can't fuck me anymore?"
"All of it," he said. "I'm sorry for all of it."
"Good boy. Now get out," I said.
Something passed across his face, something close to pain, and for the first time I thought that maybe, just maybe, he understood what he'd done was wrong. He unlocked the door, stepped outside, and when the door closed behind him, I knew he was gone, gone in a way beyond simply not being around. He was not my honey bun anymore, not my special person.
I sighed and leaned back against the wall. Kitto snuggled close, sliding one bare leg up and down against mine. I wondered if there was a chance in hell of me getting any alone time tonight.
I looked at the mirror again. "You knew I wouldn't accept Griffin as your spy, not if it meant having sex with him."
She nodded. "I needed to know how you truly felt about him, Meredith. I had to be sure that you weren't still in love with him."
"Why? "I asked.
"Because love can interfere with lust. Now I'm sure that you are rid of him in your heart. I am pleased."
"I'm just tickled pink that you're pleased," I said.
"Have a care, Meredith. I don't like sarcasm directed at me."
"And I don't like having my heart cut out for your pleasure." The moment I said it, I knew it was a mistake.
Her eyes narrowed. "When I cut your heart out, Meredith, you'll know it." The mirror spilled into fog, then was suddenly reflective again. I stared at myself in the mirror, my pulse thudding in my throat.
"Having your heart cut out," Galen said. "Poor, poor choice of words."
"I know," I said.
"In the future," Doyle said, "keep your temper.