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Burnt Offerings :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 78 из 286Fernando's father, Padma, will not waste precious time tormenting the little ones. The Traveler will return too soon for that."
"The Traveler won't let me taste her once he returns," Fernando said. He kept Hannah pressed to his body with one arm and raised her dress with the other.
"Does he seriously think we're going to stand here while he rapes her?" I asked.
"My father is the Master of Beasts. You won't stop me, for fear of his wrath."
"You just don't get it, do you, Fernando?" I pointed the gun very steadily at his head. "I don't give a fuck who your daddy is. Let go of her, and tell your furry buddies to back off or I'm going to make your daddy a very unhappy vampire."
"You don't want me unhappy." The voice caused my eyes to flick to the hallway beyond, but the gun didn't move.
The vampire in the doorway was Indian, as in from India. He was even wearing one of those long combo coat-tunic things. It was gold and white and shimmered on the edge of my vision as he walked further into the room. I kept my sights on his son. One monster at a time.
Jean-Claude let his hand drop away from my arm. He stepped behind me and to one side, careful not to block my shot. "Padma, Master of Beasts, greetings and welcome to my home."
"Jean-Claude, Master of the City, greetings. Your hospitality has been beyond my wildest expectations." He laughed then, but it was just a laugh. Theatrical and annoying, even sinister, but it didn't make my skin jump.
"Tell him to let Hannah go," I said.
"You must be Jean-Claude's human servant, Anita Blake."
"Yeah, nice to meet you. Now tell your son to let go of our vampire, or I'm going to put a really big hole in him."
"You wouldn't dare harm my son."
It was my turn to laugh, short, abrupt, and not very funny. "Your son said almost the same thing. You are both so wrong."
"If you kill my son, I will kill you. I will kill you all."
"Fine, let me test my understanding. If he doesn't let her go, what's he going to do with her?"
Fernando laughed, and it was low and hissing. The laugh was enough. Somewhere in that lovely body was black fur and big button eyes; wererat. "I will have her because the Traveler has forbidden it, and my father has given her to me."
"No," Willie said. He took a step forward but Jean-Claude stopped him.
"No, Willie, this is not your fight."
Fernando slid his hand over Hannah's groin. Only Jean-Claude's hand on Willie's arm kept him from rushing the shapeshifters.
Hannah said, "Master, help me.
"The Traveler won't let me taste her once he returns," Fernando said. He kept Hannah pressed to his body with one arm and raised her dress with the other.
"Does he seriously think we're going to stand here while he rapes her?" I asked.
"My father is the Master of Beasts. You won't stop me, for fear of his wrath."
"You just don't get it, do you, Fernando?" I pointed the gun very steadily at his head. "I don't give a fuck who your daddy is. Let go of her, and tell your furry buddies to back off or I'm going to make your daddy a very unhappy vampire."
"You don't want me unhappy." The voice caused my eyes to flick to the hallway beyond, but the gun didn't move.
The vampire in the doorway was Indian, as in from India. He was even wearing one of those long combo coat-tunic things. It was gold and white and shimmered on the edge of my vision as he walked further into the room. I kept my sights on his son. One monster at a time.
Jean-Claude let his hand drop away from my arm. He stepped behind me and to one side, careful not to block my shot. "Padma, Master of Beasts, greetings and welcome to my home."
"Jean-Claude, Master of the City, greetings. Your hospitality has been beyond my wildest expectations." He laughed then, but it was just a laugh. Theatrical and annoying, even sinister, but it didn't make my skin jump.
"Tell him to let Hannah go," I said.
"You must be Jean-Claude's human servant, Anita Blake."
"Yeah, nice to meet you. Now tell your son to let go of our vampire, or I'm going to put a really big hole in him."
"You wouldn't dare harm my son."
It was my turn to laugh, short, abrupt, and not very funny. "Your son said almost the same thing. You are both so wrong."
"If you kill my son, I will kill you. I will kill you all."
"Fine, let me test my understanding. If he doesn't let her go, what's he going to do with her?"
Fernando laughed, and it was low and hissing. The laugh was enough. Somewhere in that lovely body was black fur and big button eyes; wererat. "I will have her because the Traveler has forbidden it, and my father has given her to me."
"No," Willie said. He took a step forward but Jean-Claude stopped him.
"No, Willie, this is not your fight."
Fernando slid his hand over Hannah's groin. Only Jean-Claude's hand on Willie's arm kept him from rushing the shapeshifters.
Hannah said, "Master, help me.