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A Lick Of Frost :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 182 из 184Sholto, King of the Sluagh, kissed me ever so gently.
"The Darkness told me of his vision from the god. I am to be a father." He looked so pleased, all that arrogance softened.
"Yes." I said it softly. He was so pleased, so quietly happy. He had risked all to come and rescue me, even though I hadn't needed the rescue. But I barely knew Sholto. I had been with him once. It was not that he was not lovely, but I would have traded much for it to be Frost leaning over me, speaking of our child.
"I don't know who you are, exactly, but the princess needs a hospital," Dr. Hardy said.
"I am a fool. Forgive me." Sholto touched my hair with such tenderness. Tenderness that we had not earned as a couple. I knew he meant it, but somehow it seemed wrong.
Then they lifted me and slid me inside the ambulance. The doctor stayed with me, and a male nurse. The rest went to a second ambulance or the driver's area of this one.
Galen called, "We'll follow you to the hospital."
I raised a hand, because I could not rise to see them off. The black dog looked down at me. He had jumped inside. The look in those black eyes was so not dog.
Dr. Hardy said, "No, absolutely not. Out dog, now."
The air was cool as if mist touched me, then it was Doyle in human form kneeling beside me. The nurse said, "What the hell."
"I've seen your picture. You're Doyle," Dr. Hardy said.
"Yes," he said in his deep voice.
"If I tell you to leave?"
"I will not."
She sighed. "Give him a blanket, and tell them to get us out of here before more naked men show up."
Doyle draped the blanket around one shoulder and enough of him to make the humans comfortable. The other arm he kept out, so he could hold my hand.
"What would you have done if Hugh's plan had not worked?" I asked.
"We would have rescued you."
Not tried. Just, "we would have." Such arrogance. Such surety. It wasn't human. More than the magic, more than the otherworldly beauty, that was sidhe, and so not human. The arrogance wasn't pretense. Neither was the certainty. He was the Darkness. He had once been the god Nodons. He was Doyle.
He had moved so I could see him easily as the ambulance's wheels hit the road in a sound of gravel. I stared up into that dark, dark face. I looked into those black eyes. There were pinpoints of color in that darkness that were not reflections. He carried colors in the black depths of his eyes that were no colors in the ambulance.
Once he had used those colors to try to bespell me at my aunt's orders.
"The Darkness told me of his vision from the god. I am to be a father." He looked so pleased, all that arrogance softened.
"Yes." I said it softly. He was so pleased, so quietly happy. He had risked all to come and rescue me, even though I hadn't needed the rescue. But I barely knew Sholto. I had been with him once. It was not that he was not lovely, but I would have traded much for it to be Frost leaning over me, speaking of our child.
"I don't know who you are, exactly, but the princess needs a hospital," Dr. Hardy said.
"I am a fool. Forgive me." Sholto touched my hair with such tenderness. Tenderness that we had not earned as a couple. I knew he meant it, but somehow it seemed wrong.
Then they lifted me and slid me inside the ambulance. The doctor stayed with me, and a male nurse. The rest went to a second ambulance or the driver's area of this one.
Galen called, "We'll follow you to the hospital."
I raised a hand, because I could not rise to see them off. The black dog looked down at me. He had jumped inside. The look in those black eyes was so not dog.
Dr. Hardy said, "No, absolutely not. Out dog, now."
The air was cool as if mist touched me, then it was Doyle in human form kneeling beside me. The nurse said, "What the hell."
"I've seen your picture. You're Doyle," Dr. Hardy said.
"Yes," he said in his deep voice.
"If I tell you to leave?"
"I will not."
She sighed. "Give him a blanket, and tell them to get us out of here before more naked men show up."
Doyle draped the blanket around one shoulder and enough of him to make the humans comfortable. The other arm he kept out, so he could hold my hand.
"What would you have done if Hugh's plan had not worked?" I asked.
"We would have rescued you."
Not tried. Just, "we would have." Such arrogance. Such surety. It wasn't human. More than the magic, more than the otherworldly beauty, that was sidhe, and so not human. The arrogance wasn't pretense. Neither was the certainty. He was the Darkness. He had once been the god Nodons. He was Doyle.
He had moved so I could see him easily as the ambulance's wheels hit the road in a sound of gravel. I stared up into that dark, dark face. I looked into those black eyes. There were pinpoints of color in that darkness that were not reflections. He carried colors in the black depths of his eyes that were no colors in the ambulance.
Once he had used those colors to try to bespell me at my aunt's orders.