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Seduced by Moonlight :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 4 из 292Contrary to popular literature, and every wanna-be fey withear implants, real sidhe do not have pointed ears. Doyle could have hidden the ears and passed for pure sidhe, but he almost always wore his hair back so that this one imperfection showed. I think the earrings were so you wouldn't miss them.
«I hear the helicopter. Where is Rhys?»
I didn't hear anything yet, but I'd learned not to question Doyle; if he said he'd heard something, he had. His hearing was better than a human's, and better than most of the rest of the guards. Probably something to do with his mixed heritage.
I sat up and looked back toward the wall of glass that led into the house. Rhys appeared in the sliding glass doors before I could call for him. His skin was the paleness of mine, but there the sameness ended. His waist-length hair was a mass of tight white curls framing a face that was boyishly handsome and would be forever. His one eye was tricolored blue, cornflower, and winter sky. His other eye was gone, lost long ago. Sometimes he wore a patch to cover the scars, but once he realized that I didn't mind, he seldom bothered. The scars trailed down his face but stopped short of his kissable, pouting lips. For sheer shape of the mouth, his was the prettiest. He was five foot six, the shortest full-blooded sidhe I'd ever met. But every inch of him that showed was muscled. He seemed to try to make up for the lack of height by being in better shape than the rest of the guards. They were all muscular, but he was one of the few who really took the weightlifting seriously. He was also the only one with washboard abs. He had the towels he'd gone for, in front of those abs, and lower, and it wasn't until he dropped the towels beside my chair that I realized he'd left his bathing suit in the house.
«Rhys! What are you doing?»
He grinned at me. «Bathing suits this small are like lies. It's a way for humans to be nude without being naked. I'd rather just be naked.»
«They won't be able to print the pictures if one of us is nude,» Doyle said.
«They'll print my ass, just not my front.»
I looked up at him, suddenly suspicious. «And just why won't they be able to see the front of your body?»
He laughed, head back, mouth wide, a sound so joyous it seemed to make the day brighter. «I'll be hiding myself against your gorgeous body.»
«No,» Doyle said.
«And are you going to do anything picture-worthy?» Rhys asked, hands on his hips. He was totally comfortable nude. His body language never changed no matter what he was, or wasn't, wearing.
«I hear the helicopter. Where is Rhys?»
I didn't hear anything yet, but I'd learned not to question Doyle; if he said he'd heard something, he had. His hearing was better than a human's, and better than most of the rest of the guards. Probably something to do with his mixed heritage.
I sat up and looked back toward the wall of glass that led into the house. Rhys appeared in the sliding glass doors before I could call for him. His skin was the paleness of mine, but there the sameness ended. His waist-length hair was a mass of tight white curls framing a face that was boyishly handsome and would be forever. His one eye was tricolored blue, cornflower, and winter sky. His other eye was gone, lost long ago. Sometimes he wore a patch to cover the scars, but once he realized that I didn't mind, he seldom bothered. The scars trailed down his face but stopped short of his kissable, pouting lips. For sheer shape of the mouth, his was the prettiest. He was five foot six, the shortest full-blooded sidhe I'd ever met. But every inch of him that showed was muscled. He seemed to try to make up for the lack of height by being in better shape than the rest of the guards. They were all muscular, but he was one of the few who really took the weightlifting seriously. He was also the only one with washboard abs. He had the towels he'd gone for, in front of those abs, and lower, and it wasn't until he dropped the towels beside my chair that I realized he'd left his bathing suit in the house.
«Rhys! What are you doing?»
He grinned at me. «Bathing suits this small are like lies. It's a way for humans to be nude without being naked. I'd rather just be naked.»
«They won't be able to print the pictures if one of us is nude,» Doyle said.
«They'll print my ass, just not my front.»
I looked up at him, suddenly suspicious. «And just why won't they be able to see the front of your body?»
He laughed, head back, mouth wide, a sound so joyous it seemed to make the day brighter. «I'll be hiding myself against your gorgeous body.»
«No,» Doyle said.
«And are you going to do anything picture-worthy?» Rhys asked, hands on his hips. He was totally comfortable nude. His body language never changed no matter what he was, or wasn't, wearing.