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A Kiss Of Shadows :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 90 из 338The ogres had simply appeared to the humanslike magic. I heard a man's voice yelling, "Police, stop where you are!"
The police were coming. Yeah. I put the gun back in my waistband. I didn't want to explain it.
I turned back to the front seat. Ringo was still in the driver's seat. Jeremy was leaning over him, and there was blood on his hands. I moved through the middle seats to them. I started to ask if Ringo was hurt, but the moment I saw his chest, I didn't have to ask. The front of his shirt was soaked with blood, a piece of glass as wide as my hand stuck out of his chest.
"Ringo," I said his name softly.
"Sorry," he said, "I'm not going to be much help to you." He coughed, and I could see it hurt.
I touched his face. "Don't talk."
I could hear the police talking to the ogres, telling them things like, "Hands on top of your heads! On your knees! Don't fucking move!" Then I heard another man's voice, a smooth masculine voice, with just a touch of accent. I knew the voice.
I scrambled to the big sliding door, while Jeremy was still saying, "What? What is it?"
"Sholto," I said.
His face remained puzzled. The name meant nothing to him.
I tried again. "Sholto, Lord of That Which Passes Between, Lord of Shadows, King of the Sluagh."
It was the last title that widened his eyes, and drove fear sharp in his face. "Oh my God," he said.
Uther said, "Shadowspawn is here?"
I glanced at him. "Never say that to his face." I could hear the voices through the broken window, so very clearly. I felt like I was moving in slow motion. The door didn't want to open, or I'd grown clumsy with fear.
That voice was saying, "Thank you so much, Officers."
"We'll wait for transport for the ogres," the policeman said.
The door slid open and I had a frozen moment to see everything. Three of the ogres were on their knees on the sidewalk, hands clasped on their heads. Two policemen had their guns out. One officer was on the sidewalk in front of the ogres; the other one, separated from them by the line of parked cars. A tall figure, though only human tall, stood by the cars and that policeman. The figure was dressed in a grey leather trench coat with his white hair trailing down the back of it. The last time I'd seen Sholto, he'd been wearing a grey cloak, but the effect was surprisingly similar as he turned, as if he felt me standing there. Even from yards away in the electric-kissed darkness I could see that his eyes were three different shades of gold: metallic gold around the pupil, then amber, and last a circle the color of yellow autumn leaves.
The police were coming. Yeah. I put the gun back in my waistband. I didn't want to explain it.
I turned back to the front seat. Ringo was still in the driver's seat. Jeremy was leaning over him, and there was blood on his hands. I moved through the middle seats to them. I started to ask if Ringo was hurt, but the moment I saw his chest, I didn't have to ask. The front of his shirt was soaked with blood, a piece of glass as wide as my hand stuck out of his chest.
"Ringo," I said his name softly.
"Sorry," he said, "I'm not going to be much help to you." He coughed, and I could see it hurt.
I touched his face. "Don't talk."
I could hear the police talking to the ogres, telling them things like, "Hands on top of your heads! On your knees! Don't fucking move!" Then I heard another man's voice, a smooth masculine voice, with just a touch of accent. I knew the voice.
I scrambled to the big sliding door, while Jeremy was still saying, "What? What is it?"
"Sholto," I said.
His face remained puzzled. The name meant nothing to him.
I tried again. "Sholto, Lord of That Which Passes Between, Lord of Shadows, King of the Sluagh."
It was the last title that widened his eyes, and drove fear sharp in his face. "Oh my God," he said.
Uther said, "Shadowspawn is here?"
I glanced at him. "Never say that to his face." I could hear the voices through the broken window, so very clearly. I felt like I was moving in slow motion. The door didn't want to open, or I'd grown clumsy with fear.
That voice was saying, "Thank you so much, Officers."
"We'll wait for transport for the ogres," the policeman said.
The door slid open and I had a frozen moment to see everything. Three of the ogres were on their knees on the sidewalk, hands clasped on their heads. Two policemen had their guns out. One officer was on the sidewalk in front of the ogres; the other one, separated from them by the line of parked cars. A tall figure, though only human tall, stood by the cars and that policeman. The figure was dressed in a grey leather trench coat with his white hair trailing down the back of it. The last time I'd seen Sholto, he'd been wearing a grey cloak, but the effect was surprisingly similar as he turned, as if he felt me standing there. Even from yards away in the electric-kissed darkness I could see that his eyes were three different shades of gold: metallic gold around the pupil, then amber, and last a circle the color of yellow autumn leaves.