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A Kiss Of Shadows :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 87 из 338There's a wreck at every side street we've tried."
I drew back from the kiss. "What did you say?"
"We're two wrecks for two side roads," Jeremy said.
"Coincidence does not stretch so large," Uther said. He kissed me gently on the cheek and let me slide out of the embrace to sit beside him, still staying in the shadow of his energy. The hurt look in his eyes had vanished, leaving something more solid, more sure of itself behind. It had been worth a kiss.
"They know I was at Roane's apartment, but they don't know where I am now. They're trying to cut off all the escape routes."
Jeremy nodded. "Why haven't you sensed them?"
"She's been too busy," Ringo said.
"No," I said. "But as Uther's aura keeps them from spotting me, so his aura interferes with me sensing them."
"If you move away from him, you'll be able to sense them," Jeremy said.
"And they me," I said.
"What do you want me to do?" Ringo asked.
"We seem to be stuck in traffic. I don't think there's anything you can do," I said.
"They've blocked all the roads," Jeremy said. "They'll start searching among the cars now. Eventually, they will find us. We need a plan."
"If Uther will move up with me, I'll look and see if my eyes can sense something that the rest of me can't."
"My pleasure," Uther said, and smiled.
We were both smiling as I crawled into the second row of seats. Uther hovered over the back of the seats, one big hand on my shoulder. There were cars parked on one side of the street, and two lanes of traffic trailing from the streetlight. The reason we weren't moving was a three-car pileup at the light. One car was upside down on the pavement. The second car had smashed into it, and a third into both, so the three cars formed a pile of twisted metal and broken glass. I could visualize how the second and third car smashed into the first. What I couldn't figure out was how that first car had gotten on its side, upside down in the middle of the road. No scenario that I could come up with would have flipped the car dead center into the middle of the road. Flipped it so that it formed as large a barrier across the street as possible. I was betting that someone or some things had turned the car over and let the other cars hit it. They'd formed a dam of machines and bleeding people. As long as they could use glamour to hide themselves and not be blamed, they wouldn't give a damn about injured bystanders. My family—how I hate them sometimes.
I drew back from the kiss. "What did you say?"
"We're two wrecks for two side roads," Jeremy said.
"Coincidence does not stretch so large," Uther said. He kissed me gently on the cheek and let me slide out of the embrace to sit beside him, still staying in the shadow of his energy. The hurt look in his eyes had vanished, leaving something more solid, more sure of itself behind. It had been worth a kiss.
"They know I was at Roane's apartment, but they don't know where I am now. They're trying to cut off all the escape routes."
Jeremy nodded. "Why haven't you sensed them?"
"She's been too busy," Ringo said.
"No," I said. "But as Uther's aura keeps them from spotting me, so his aura interferes with me sensing them."
"If you move away from him, you'll be able to sense them," Jeremy said.
"And they me," I said.
"What do you want me to do?" Ringo asked.
"We seem to be stuck in traffic. I don't think there's anything you can do," I said.
"They've blocked all the roads," Jeremy said. "They'll start searching among the cars now. Eventually, they will find us. We need a plan."
"If Uther will move up with me, I'll look and see if my eyes can sense something that the rest of me can't."
"My pleasure," Uther said, and smiled.
We were both smiling as I crawled into the second row of seats. Uther hovered over the back of the seats, one big hand on my shoulder. There were cars parked on one side of the street, and two lanes of traffic trailing from the streetlight. The reason we weren't moving was a three-car pileup at the light. One car was upside down on the pavement. The second car had smashed into it, and a third into both, so the three cars formed a pile of twisted metal and broken glass. I could visualize how the second and third car smashed into the first. What I couldn't figure out was how that first car had gotten on its side, upside down in the middle of the road. No scenario that I could come up with would have flipped the car dead center into the middle of the road. Flipped it so that it formed as large a barrier across the street as possible. I was betting that someone or some things had turned the car over and let the other cars hit it. They'd formed a dam of machines and bleeding people. As long as they could use glamour to hide themselves and not be blamed, they wouldn't give a damn about injured bystanders. My family—how I hate them sometimes.