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Mistrals Kiss :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 126 из 148I would willingly die with them, but you must not die.”
Agent Charlie had us on the narrow road, driving a little too fast for the darkness and the snow. He hit ice and skidded.
“Slow down or you’re going to put us in a ditch,” Bancroft said. “And you, Frost, right, you need to lie back and let me finish putting pressure on this wound. You bleed to death and you can’t keep the princess safe.”
“Did you see it?” Charlie said as he slowed down. “Did you see it?”
“I saw it,” Bancroft said in a strained voice. He pulled on Frost. “Let me take care of the wound like your captain ordered.”
Frost let go of me, slowly, his hand pulling away. I started drawing the trench coat over me. I didn’t know whose coat it was, but I was cold. Cold in a way that the coat wouldn’t help, yet it was all I had.
Agent Charlie slowed at a sharp turn, and I caught a glimpse of something in the trees. It wasn’t the wild hunt, and it wasn’t our men.
“Stop,” I said.
He slowed further, almost stopped. “What? What is it?”
I saw them in the trees: goblins. Goblins walking in single file, cloaked for the cold, bristling with weapons in the cold light of the moon. They were walking away from the fight, though some of them glanced back. That was enough to tell me they knew what was happening, and they were leaving my men to die.
“Drive,” Bancroft said.
“Stop,” I ordered.
Agent Charlie ignored me. The car picked up speed.
“Stop,” I repeated. “There are goblins out there. They can tip the balance. They can save my men.”
“We’re doing what your guard demanded,” Bancroft said. “We’re going to a hospital.”
I had to stop the car. I had to talk to the goblins — they were my allies. They had to help, if I asked it, or be forsworn.
I reached over, touched the agent’s face, and thought about sex. I’d never done this to a human before, never used that part of my heritage for evil. And it was evil — I didn’t know him, didn’t want him, but I made him want me.
The agent slammed on the brakes, throwing me into the dash, and throwing the men in the back into the floorboards. Bancroft yelled, “What the hell are you doing?”
Agent Charlie threw the car into park, skewing halfway across the road. He unbuckled his seat belt, pulled me toward him, and started trying to kiss me, his hands everywhere. I didn’t care, as long as the car was stopped.
Bancroft came over the seat. “Charlie, for God’s sake, Charlie.
Agent Charlie had us on the narrow road, driving a little too fast for the darkness and the snow. He hit ice and skidded.
“Slow down or you’re going to put us in a ditch,” Bancroft said. “And you, Frost, right, you need to lie back and let me finish putting pressure on this wound. You bleed to death and you can’t keep the princess safe.”
“Did you see it?” Charlie said as he slowed down. “Did you see it?”
“I saw it,” Bancroft said in a strained voice. He pulled on Frost. “Let me take care of the wound like your captain ordered.”
Frost let go of me, slowly, his hand pulling away. I started drawing the trench coat over me. I didn’t know whose coat it was, but I was cold. Cold in a way that the coat wouldn’t help, yet it was all I had.
Agent Charlie slowed at a sharp turn, and I caught a glimpse of something in the trees. It wasn’t the wild hunt, and it wasn’t our men.
“Stop,” I said.
He slowed further, almost stopped. “What? What is it?”
I saw them in the trees: goblins. Goblins walking in single file, cloaked for the cold, bristling with weapons in the cold light of the moon. They were walking away from the fight, though some of them glanced back. That was enough to tell me they knew what was happening, and they were leaving my men to die.
“Drive,” Bancroft said.
“Stop,” I ordered.
Agent Charlie ignored me. The car picked up speed.
“Stop,” I repeated. “There are goblins out there. They can tip the balance. They can save my men.”
“We’re doing what your guard demanded,” Bancroft said. “We’re going to a hospital.”
I had to stop the car. I had to talk to the goblins — they were my allies. They had to help, if I asked it, or be forsworn.
I reached over, touched the agent’s face, and thought about sex. I’d never done this to a human before, never used that part of my heritage for evil. And it was evil — I didn’t know him, didn’t want him, but I made him want me.
The agent slammed on the brakes, throwing me into the dash, and throwing the men in the back into the floorboards. Bancroft yelled, “What the hell are you doing?”
Agent Charlie threw the car into park, skewing halfway across the road. He unbuckled his seat belt, pulled me toward him, and started trying to kiss me, his hands everywhere. I didn’t care, as long as the car was stopped.
Bancroft came over the seat. “Charlie, for God’s sake, Charlie.