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The Killing Dance :: Гамильтон Лорел
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Edward took a deep breath through his nose and let it out through his mouth. "I knew that's what had happened. If you'd lied to me, I'd have killed you." He walked away to stand at the foot of the bed.
"While I'm unarmed?" I tried to make light of it, but it didn't work.
"Check your pillow."
I slid my hand under and came up with the Firestar. I held it in my lap, laying it on my sheet-covered legs. "What now?"
"You owe me a life."
I looked up at that. "I saved your life last night."
"Our lives don't count, we'd back each other up, no matter what."
"I don't know what you're talking about then."
"Occasionally I'll need help, like Harley. Next time I need help, I'll call you."
I wanted to argue because I wasn't entirely sure what mess Edward would drag me into, but I didn't. Looking into his empty eyes, holding the gun he'd put under my pillow, I knew he'd do it. If I refused his bargain, his trade as it were, he'd pull down on me, and we'd find out once and for all who was better.
I stared down at the gun in my hands. "I've already got the gun out; all I have to do is point."
"You're injured. You need the edge." His hand hovered near the butt of his gun.
I laid the gun on the sheets beside me, and looked at him. I lay back on the pillows. "I don't want to do this, Edward."
"Then, when I call, you'll come?"
I thought about it for another brief second, then said, "Yeah, I'll come."
He smiled, his Ted (good ol' boy) Forrester smile. "I'll never find out how good you really are until you draw down on me."
"We can live with that," I said. "By the way, why the invitation to come monster hunting now? And don't tell me it's about Harley."
"You killed him, Anita. You killed him without thinking about it. Even now, there's no regret in you, no doubt."
He was right. I didn't feel bad about it. Scary, but true. "So you invited me to come play because I'm now as much of a sociopath as you are."
"Oh, I'm a much better sociopath," he said. "I'd never let a vampire sink his fangs into my neck. And I wouldn't date the terminally furry."
"Do you date anyone, ever?"
He just smiled that irritating smile that meant he wasn't going to answer. But he did. "Even Death has needs."
Edward dating? That was something I had to see.
46
I got out of the hospital with no permanent scars. That was a switch. Richard had touched the wounds Gabriel gave me, his face very serious. No one had to say it out loud. In a month, we'd know.
Edward took a deep breath through his nose and let it out through his mouth. "I knew that's what had happened. If you'd lied to me, I'd have killed you." He walked away to stand at the foot of the bed.
"While I'm unarmed?" I tried to make light of it, but it didn't work.
"Check your pillow."
I slid my hand under and came up with the Firestar. I held it in my lap, laying it on my sheet-covered legs. "What now?"
"You owe me a life."
I looked up at that. "I saved your life last night."
"Our lives don't count, we'd back each other up, no matter what."
"I don't know what you're talking about then."
"Occasionally I'll need help, like Harley. Next time I need help, I'll call you."
I wanted to argue because I wasn't entirely sure what mess Edward would drag me into, but I didn't. Looking into his empty eyes, holding the gun he'd put under my pillow, I knew he'd do it. If I refused his bargain, his trade as it were, he'd pull down on me, and we'd find out once and for all who was better.
I stared down at the gun in my hands. "I've already got the gun out; all I have to do is point."
"You're injured. You need the edge." His hand hovered near the butt of his gun.
I laid the gun on the sheets beside me, and looked at him. I lay back on the pillows. "I don't want to do this, Edward."
"Then, when I call, you'll come?"
I thought about it for another brief second, then said, "Yeah, I'll come."
He smiled, his Ted (good ol' boy) Forrester smile. "I'll never find out how good you really are until you draw down on me."
"We can live with that," I said. "By the way, why the invitation to come monster hunting now? And don't tell me it's about Harley."
"You killed him, Anita. You killed him without thinking about it. Even now, there's no regret in you, no doubt."
He was right. I didn't feel bad about it. Scary, but true. "So you invited me to come play because I'm now as much of a sociopath as you are."
"Oh, I'm a much better sociopath," he said. "I'd never let a vampire sink his fangs into my neck. And I wouldn't date the terminally furry."
"Do you date anyone, ever?"
He just smiled that irritating smile that meant he wasn't going to answer. But he did. "Even Death has needs."
Edward dating? That was something I had to see.
46
I got out of the hospital with no permanent scars. That was a switch. Richard had touched the wounds Gabriel gave me, his face very serious. No one had to say it out loud. In a month, we'd know.