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A Kiss Of Shadows :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"You lost the duel," hesaid.
"I lost the duel, but I survived, and that was always win enough for me."
Roane frowned. "You seem saddened. I know you enjoyed it. Why such gloom?" He trailed a finger along my face, and the glow intensified where we touched. I turned my face from him.
"It's too late to save you, Roane, but it's not too late to save myself."
I felt him lie down beside me, and I moved my body just enough to keep him from lying the length of himself along the length of me. I looked at him from inches away.
"Save you from what, Merry?"
"I can't tell you why, but I need to leave tonight, not just this apartment, but the city."
He looked startled. "Why?"
I shook my head. "If I told you that, you'd be in more danger than you already are."
He accepted that and didn't ask again. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
I smiled, then laughed. "I can't go to my car, let alone the airport glowing like a rising moon, and I can't do glamour until the oil wears away."
"How long?" he asked.
"I don't know." I stared down the length of his body and found him limp, though he recovered quickly, as a rule. But I knew something he didn't. Tonight, like it or not, I was sidhe.
"What is your hand of power?" he asked, though it had taken him a long time to ask the question. He must have truly wanted to know, to ask that which was not offered.
I sat up. "I don't have one."
He frowned. "You said all sidhe have one."
I nodded. "It's one of many excuses the others have used over the years to deny me."
"Deny you what?"
"Everything." I ran my hand just above the line of his body, and the amber light intensified, following my touch like a fire when you breath on it to make it glow. "When our hands melded, it was one of the side effects of the power. Our entire bodies can do the same."
He raised eyebrows at that.
I cupped him in my hand, and he responded, but I spilled power into him, and he was instantly hard, instantly ready. It made his stomach contract, made him sit up, moving my hand away from him. "It felt almost too good. It almost hurt."
I nodded. "Yes."
He gave a nervous laugh. "I thought you didn't have a hand of power."
"I don't, but I am descended from five different fertility deities. I can bring you back to strength all night, as quickly and as often as we want." I leaned my face toward his. "You are like a child tonight, Roane. You can't control the power, but I can.
"You lost the duel," hesaid.
"I lost the duel, but I survived, and that was always win enough for me."
Roane frowned. "You seem saddened. I know you enjoyed it. Why such gloom?" He trailed a finger along my face, and the glow intensified where we touched. I turned my face from him.
"It's too late to save you, Roane, but it's not too late to save myself."
I felt him lie down beside me, and I moved my body just enough to keep him from lying the length of himself along the length of me. I looked at him from inches away.
"Save you from what, Merry?"
"I can't tell you why, but I need to leave tonight, not just this apartment, but the city."
He looked startled. "Why?"
I shook my head. "If I told you that, you'd be in more danger than you already are."
He accepted that and didn't ask again. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
I smiled, then laughed. "I can't go to my car, let alone the airport glowing like a rising moon, and I can't do glamour until the oil wears away."
"How long?" he asked.
"I don't know." I stared down the length of his body and found him limp, though he recovered quickly, as a rule. But I knew something he didn't. Tonight, like it or not, I was sidhe.
"What is your hand of power?" he asked, though it had taken him a long time to ask the question. He must have truly wanted to know, to ask that which was not offered.
I sat up. "I don't have one."
He frowned. "You said all sidhe have one."
I nodded. "It's one of many excuses the others have used over the years to deny me."
"Deny you what?"
"Everything." I ran my hand just above the line of his body, and the amber light intensified, following my touch like a fire when you breath on it to make it glow. "When our hands melded, it was one of the side effects of the power. Our entire bodies can do the same."
He raised eyebrows at that.
I cupped him in my hand, and he responded, but I spilled power into him, and he was instantly hard, instantly ready. It made his stomach contract, made him sit up, moving my hand away from him. "It felt almost too good. It almost hurt."
I nodded. "Yes."
He gave a nervous laugh. "I thought you didn't have a hand of power."
"I don't, but I am descended from five different fertility deities. I can bring you back to strength all night, as quickly and as often as we want." I leaned my face toward his. "You are like a child tonight, Roane. You can't control the power, but I can.