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Cerulean Sins :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"No, most dogs won't track a shape-shifter, they're too scared of them."
"We're not animals, Anita."
"No, you're not, but in animal form you have the nose of one, but you still have the brain of a person. You can track and think."
"Me, you expect me to do this?"
I shook my head, and laid the photo down on the pile. I stood and spread the pile out across his table. "No, but Jason would, and Jamil would if you asked him to. I'd say Sylvie, but she's not well enough to do much of anything."
"She challenged me, and she lost," Richard said. His eyes kept flicking to the photos on the table. "Get those off of my table."
"He's out there right now, about to turn another woman into so much meat."
"Fine, fine, take Jason, take Jamil, take whoever the hell you want."
"Thank you." I started gathering the photos up.
"You didn't have to do it this way, Anita."
"What way?" I asked, shutting the file over the gruesome photos.
"Harsh. You could have just asked me."
"Would you have said yes?"
"I don't know, but those photos are going to haunt me."
"I saw the real deal, Richard, your nightmares can't be worse than mine."
He moved in one of those blurs of speed and grabbed my arm. "Part of me thinks they're horrifying, just like I'm supposed to, but part of me likes the pictures." His fingers dug into my arm, bruising. "Part of me just sees fresh meat." He let a growl trickle out from between his even white teeth.
"I'm sorry you hate what you are, Richard."
He let go of me so fast, I almost fell. "Take the wolves you need, and get out."
"If I could wave a magic wand over you and make you human, purely human, I'd do it, Richard."
He looked at me; his eyes had bled to wolf amber. "I believe you, but there isn't a magic wand. I am what I am, and nothing will ever change that."
"I'm sorry, Richard."
"I've decided to live, Anita."
I looked at him. "I'm sorry, I don't understand."
"I've been trying to die. I'm not going to die anymore. I'm going to live, whatever that means."
"I'm glad, but I wish you sounded happier about the choice."
"Go, Anita, you've got a murderer to catch."
I did, and time was not on our side. But I still hated leaving him like this. "I'll do what I can to help you, Richard, you know that."
"Like you help all your friends."
I shook my head, gathered up the folder, and went for the door.
"No, most dogs won't track a shape-shifter, they're too scared of them."
"We're not animals, Anita."
"No, you're not, but in animal form you have the nose of one, but you still have the brain of a person. You can track and think."
"Me, you expect me to do this?"
I shook my head, and laid the photo down on the pile. I stood and spread the pile out across his table. "No, but Jason would, and Jamil would if you asked him to. I'd say Sylvie, but she's not well enough to do much of anything."
"She challenged me, and she lost," Richard said. His eyes kept flicking to the photos on the table. "Get those off of my table."
"He's out there right now, about to turn another woman into so much meat."
"Fine, fine, take Jason, take Jamil, take whoever the hell you want."
"Thank you." I started gathering the photos up.
"You didn't have to do it this way, Anita."
"What way?" I asked, shutting the file over the gruesome photos.
"Harsh. You could have just asked me."
"Would you have said yes?"
"I don't know, but those photos are going to haunt me."
"I saw the real deal, Richard, your nightmares can't be worse than mine."
He moved in one of those blurs of speed and grabbed my arm. "Part of me thinks they're horrifying, just like I'm supposed to, but part of me likes the pictures." His fingers dug into my arm, bruising. "Part of me just sees fresh meat." He let a growl trickle out from between his even white teeth.
"I'm sorry you hate what you are, Richard."
He let go of me so fast, I almost fell. "Take the wolves you need, and get out."
"If I could wave a magic wand over you and make you human, purely human, I'd do it, Richard."
He looked at me; his eyes had bled to wolf amber. "I believe you, but there isn't a magic wand. I am what I am, and nothing will ever change that."
"I'm sorry, Richard."
"I've decided to live, Anita."
I looked at him. "I'm sorry, I don't understand."
"I've been trying to die. I'm not going to die anymore. I'm going to live, whatever that means."
"I'm glad, but I wish you sounded happier about the choice."
"Go, Anita, you've got a murderer to catch."
I did, and time was not on our side. But I still hated leaving him like this. "I'll do what I can to help you, Richard, you know that."
"Like you help all your friends."
I shook my head, gathered up the folder, and went for the door.