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Bloody Bones :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 264 из 272I could glimpse Serephina's coffin behindhim, if I rolled my eyes. Hard to move your head when a knife's at your throat. He pulled on my arm, and I didn't go. I leaned back on my heels, just a little, aware of the knife, but I was more afraid of Serephina than any blade.
"Come on, Anita."
"Not until you tell me what we're doing." I spoke very carefully around the knife.
Ellie lay motionless, boneless, dead at our feet. Magnus's blood dropped onto her empty face. If it had been one of the others, they might have licked the blood off even in their slumber, but Ellie was well and truly dead. She was the newly risen, empty, waiting for her «personality» to rebuild, if it ever did. I'd seen vamps that never recovered. Never became close to the human being they'd once been.
"I'm going to put you in the coffin and lock it until Serephina wakes up."
"No," I said.
Magnus squeezed my arm like his fingers were searching for the bone. If he didn't break it, it would be a hell of a bruise. I didn't cry out, but it was an effort. "I can hurt you, Anita, in all sorts of ways. Just get in."
"Nothing you can do to me scares me as much as getting in that coffin again."
I meant it. Which meant unless he was really going to kill me, the knife didn't work anymore. I turned my head into the blade. He was forced to move it away from my skin before I drove it into myself.
I stared at him from about a foot away, and saw something in his eyes that I hadn't seen before. He was afraid.
"Bloody Bones died because he shared your mortality. Were you harder to kill before, Magnus? No immortality to draw from, is that it?"
"You are just too damn smart for your own good," he said softly.
I smiled. "Mortal just like the rest of us; poor baby."
He smiled, a quick baring of teeth. "I can still take more damage than you can dish out."
"If you really believed that, you wouldn't be putting me back in the coffin."
His hand moved in a blur of speed that was almost vampire-quick. He hit my arm, and it took a handful of seconds to realize he'd cut me. Blood welled from the cut and dripped down my arm. He switched his grip from my upper arm to my wrist, faster than I could take advantage of it.
I watched the blood drip down my arm towards my elbow. It wasn't much of a cut, might not even leave a scar; of course, on my left arm, who could tell? "Couldn't you have cut the right arm? I haven't got nearly as many scars on that one.»
He made one quick slice downward and opened my right arm from my shoulder damn near to my elbow.
"Come on, Anita."
"Not until you tell me what we're doing." I spoke very carefully around the knife.
Ellie lay motionless, boneless, dead at our feet. Magnus's blood dropped onto her empty face. If it had been one of the others, they might have licked the blood off even in their slumber, but Ellie was well and truly dead. She was the newly risen, empty, waiting for her «personality» to rebuild, if it ever did. I'd seen vamps that never recovered. Never became close to the human being they'd once been.
"I'm going to put you in the coffin and lock it until Serephina wakes up."
"No," I said.
Magnus squeezed my arm like his fingers were searching for the bone. If he didn't break it, it would be a hell of a bruise. I didn't cry out, but it was an effort. "I can hurt you, Anita, in all sorts of ways. Just get in."
"Nothing you can do to me scares me as much as getting in that coffin again."
I meant it. Which meant unless he was really going to kill me, the knife didn't work anymore. I turned my head into the blade. He was forced to move it away from my skin before I drove it into myself.
I stared at him from about a foot away, and saw something in his eyes that I hadn't seen before. He was afraid.
"Bloody Bones died because he shared your mortality. Were you harder to kill before, Magnus? No immortality to draw from, is that it?"
"You are just too damn smart for your own good," he said softly.
I smiled. "Mortal just like the rest of us; poor baby."
He smiled, a quick baring of teeth. "I can still take more damage than you can dish out."
"If you really believed that, you wouldn't be putting me back in the coffin."
His hand moved in a blur of speed that was almost vampire-quick. He hit my arm, and it took a handful of seconds to realize he'd cut me. Blood welled from the cut and dripped down my arm. He switched his grip from my upper arm to my wrist, faster than I could take advantage of it.
I watched the blood drip down my arm towards my elbow. It wasn't much of a cut, might not even leave a scar; of course, on my left arm, who could tell? "Couldn't you have cut the right arm? I haven't got nearly as many scars on that one.»
He made one quick slice downward and opened my right arm from my shoulder damn near to my elbow.