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A Kiss Of Shadows :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 333 из 338It was one of a kind, made for her hand, with a hilt of jeweled spring flowers. I started for the near door with the sword naked in my hand.
"Where are you going?" Rhys asked.
"I have a message to deliver." The huge bronze door opened in front of me as if moved by a great hand. I walked through it and it closed behind me. The sithen pulsed and whispered around me. I went to find Cel.
He was naked, chained to the floor of a dark room. Ezekial was there, our torturer, with surgical gloves on his hands and a bottle of Branwyn's Tears. The torture had not yet begun, which meant that the three months had not begun, so I could not demand Cel's life.
The queen saw me first, her eyes going to the sword in my hand. Doyle and Frost were with her, witnesses to her son's shame. "What has happened?" she asked.
I placed the sword across Cel's bare chest. He recognized it—I could see it in his eyes. "I would have brought you an ear from Rozenwyn and Pasco, but they don't have an ear left between them."
"What did you do to them?" He whispered it.
I raised my left hand, just above his body. The queen said, "Meredith, no, you cannot."
"They shared a womb once, now they share flesh. Should I have them thrown into the Abyss where you meant to put Rhys and Kitto? Should I let them fall forever a pulsing ball of meat?"
He stared up at me, and the fear was there, but underneath the cunning. "I did not know they were going to do this. I did not send them."
I stood up and motioned Ezekial forward. "Begin." Ezekial looked at the queen. She nodded, and he knelt beside Cel's body and began to coat him with the oil.
I turned to Andais. "For this I want him in here like this alone for six months, the full sentence."
Andais started to argue, but Doyle said, "Your Majesty, you must begin to treat him as he deserves."
She nodded. "Six months, I give my oath on it."
"Mother, no, no!"
"When you're done, Ezekial, seal the room." And she walked out while he was still screaming for her.
I watched Ezekial coat him with the oil, watched his body come alive at the touch of it. Frost and Doyle stood on either side of me. Cel looked at me while it was happening, his face saying plainly that he was thinking about me in a very uncousinlike way. "I was going to just kill you, Meredith, but not now. When I get out of here I'll fuck you, fuck you until you're with my child. The throne is mine even if I have to get it through your lily-white body."
"If you come near me again, Cel, I'll kill you." With that I turned and walked out.
"Where are you going?" Rhys asked.
"I have a message to deliver." The huge bronze door opened in front of me as if moved by a great hand. I walked through it and it closed behind me. The sithen pulsed and whispered around me. I went to find Cel.
He was naked, chained to the floor of a dark room. Ezekial was there, our torturer, with surgical gloves on his hands and a bottle of Branwyn's Tears. The torture had not yet begun, which meant that the three months had not begun, so I could not demand Cel's life.
The queen saw me first, her eyes going to the sword in my hand. Doyle and Frost were with her, witnesses to her son's shame. "What has happened?" she asked.
I placed the sword across Cel's bare chest. He recognized it—I could see it in his eyes. "I would have brought you an ear from Rozenwyn and Pasco, but they don't have an ear left between them."
"What did you do to them?" He whispered it.
I raised my left hand, just above his body. The queen said, "Meredith, no, you cannot."
"They shared a womb once, now they share flesh. Should I have them thrown into the Abyss where you meant to put Rhys and Kitto? Should I let them fall forever a pulsing ball of meat?"
He stared up at me, and the fear was there, but underneath the cunning. "I did not know they were going to do this. I did not send them."
I stood up and motioned Ezekial forward. "Begin." Ezekial looked at the queen. She nodded, and he knelt beside Cel's body and began to coat him with the oil.
I turned to Andais. "For this I want him in here like this alone for six months, the full sentence."
Andais started to argue, but Doyle said, "Your Majesty, you must begin to treat him as he deserves."
She nodded. "Six months, I give my oath on it."
"Mother, no, no!"
"When you're done, Ezekial, seal the room." And she walked out while he was still screaming for her.
I watched Ezekial coat him with the oil, watched his body come alive at the touch of it. Frost and Doyle stood on either side of me. Cel looked at me while it was happening, his face saying plainly that he was thinking about me in a very uncousinlike way. "I was going to just kill you, Meredith, but not now. When I get out of here I'll fuck you, fuck you until you're with my child. The throne is mine even if I have to get it through your lily-white body."
"If you come near me again, Cel, I'll kill you." With that I turned and walked out.