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Wizards First Rule :: Goodkind Terry
Страница: 30 из 638He came to guide me into Hartland and I was late incoming. I pray he is not dishonored in your eyes because of me."
Michael's eyes glided down the length of her before returning to her face. "And you are?"
Her back stiffened as she stood tall. "I am Kahlan Amnell."
Michael gave a slight smile and a small bow of his head. "So, you are not my brother's escort, as I thought. And where have you traveled from?"
"It is a small place, far away. I am sure you would not know of it."
Michael didn't challenge the answer, but turned to his brother instead. "You will stay the night?"
"No. I have to go see Zedd. He's been looking for me."
Michael's smile melted. "You should find better friends. No good can come of spending your time with that contrary old man." He turned back to Kahlan. "You, my dear, will be my guest tonight."
"I have other arrangements," she said warily.
Michael reached around her with both arms, cupped both hands to her bottom and pulled the lower half of her body hard against him. His leg pressed between her thighs.
"Change them." His smile was as cold as a winter night.
"Remove. Your. Hands." Her voice was hard and dangerous. Each stared into the other's eyes
Richard was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe what his brother was doing. "Michael! Stop it!"
They both ignored him and continued to confront one another, faces close, eyes locked together. Richard stood next to them, feeling helpless. He could sense that both wanted him to stay out of it. His body tensed, muscles hard, ready to disregard the feeling.
"You feel good," Michael whispered. "I think I could fall in love with you."
Kahlan's breathing was slow and restrained. "You do not know the half of it." Her voice was even and controlled. "Now, remove your hands."
When he did not, she slowly placed the fingernail of her first finger on his chest, just below the hollow at the base of his neck. As they glared at each other, she slowly, ever so slowly, began to drag her nail downward, ripping his flesh open. Blood ran down skin in rivulets. For a brief moment, Michael didn't move, but then his eyes could not disguise the pain. He flung open his arms and staggered back a step.
Without looking back, Kahlan stormed out of the house.
Richard gave his brother an angry glare he could not suppress, and followed her out.
CHAPTER 4
RICHARD RAN DOWN THE walkway to catch up with her. Kahlan's dress and long hair flowed behind as she marched along in the late-afternoon sunlight. When she reached a tree, she stopped and waited.
Michael's eyes glided down the length of her before returning to her face. "And you are?"
Her back stiffened as she stood tall. "I am Kahlan Amnell."
Michael gave a slight smile and a small bow of his head. "So, you are not my brother's escort, as I thought. And where have you traveled from?"
"It is a small place, far away. I am sure you would not know of it."
Michael didn't challenge the answer, but turned to his brother instead. "You will stay the night?"
"No. I have to go see Zedd. He's been looking for me."
Michael's smile melted. "You should find better friends. No good can come of spending your time with that contrary old man." He turned back to Kahlan. "You, my dear, will be my guest tonight."
"I have other arrangements," she said warily.
Michael reached around her with both arms, cupped both hands to her bottom and pulled the lower half of her body hard against him. His leg pressed between her thighs.
"Change them." His smile was as cold as a winter night.
"Remove. Your. Hands." Her voice was hard and dangerous. Each stared into the other's eyes
Richard was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe what his brother was doing. "Michael! Stop it!"
They both ignored him and continued to confront one another, faces close, eyes locked together. Richard stood next to them, feeling helpless. He could sense that both wanted him to stay out of it. His body tensed, muscles hard, ready to disregard the feeling.
"You feel good," Michael whispered. "I think I could fall in love with you."
Kahlan's breathing was slow and restrained. "You do not know the half of it." Her voice was even and controlled. "Now, remove your hands."
When he did not, she slowly placed the fingernail of her first finger on his chest, just below the hollow at the base of his neck. As they glared at each other, she slowly, ever so slowly, began to drag her nail downward, ripping his flesh open. Blood ran down skin in rivulets. For a brief moment, Michael didn't move, but then his eyes could not disguise the pain. He flung open his arms and staggered back a step.
Without looking back, Kahlan stormed out of the house.
Richard gave his brother an angry glare he could not suppress, and followed her out.
CHAPTER 4
RICHARD RAN DOWN THE walkway to catch up with her. Kahlan's dress and long hair flowed behind as she marched along in the late-afternoon sunlight. When she reached a tree, she stopped and waited.