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Bloody Bones :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"You really think I did those awful things to those boys?" He took another step, moving into the flow of power, but he didn't slip easily as Larry had. Magnus was like a mountain, huge, forcing the power to go wide around him, as if he filled more space magically than could be seen with the naked eye.
I pointed the Browning two-handed at his chest. "No, I don't."
"Then why point a gun at me?"
"Why all this fey magic shit?"
He smiled. "I performed a lot of glamor tonight. It's like a high."
"You feed off your customers," I said. "You don't just do it for business. You siphon them; that's fucking unseelie court."
He gave a graceful shrug. "I am what I am."
"How'd you know the victims were boys?" I asked.
Larry moved to my left, gun pointed carefully at the ground. I'd yelled at him for pointing guns at people too soon.
"The police said so."
"Liar."
He smiled gently. "One of them touched me. I saw it all."
"Convenient," I said.
He reached out towards me. "Don't even think it."
Larry pointed his gun at Magnus. "What's going on, Anita?"
"I'm not sure."
"I can't allow you to raise the dead here. I am sorry."
"How are you going to stop us?" I asked.
He stared at me, and I felt something push against my magic, like something large swimming just out of sight in the dark. It made me gasp.
"Freeze, right there, or I will pull this trigger."
"I haven't moved a muscle," he said softly.
"No games, Magnus; you're too damn close to being dead."
"What did he just do?" Larry asked. There was a fine tremor in his two-handed grip.
"Later," I said. "Clasp your hands on top of your head, Magnus, slowly, very slowly."
"Are you going to take me in, as they say on television?"
"Yeah," I said. "You've got a better chance of getting to the jail alive with me than with most of the cops."
"I don't think I'll go with you." Staring down two guns, and he still sounded sure of himself. He was either stupid or knew something I didn't. I didn't think he was stupid.
"Tell me when to shoot him," Larry said.
"When I shoot him, you can shoot him, too."
"Okay," Larry said.
Magnus looked from one to the other of us. "You would take my life for such a small thing?"
"In a heartbeat," I said, "Now clasp your hands slowly on top of your head."
"If I don't?"
"I don't bluff, Magnus."
"Do you have silver bullets in those guns?"
I just stared at him. I could feel Larry shift slightly beside me.
"You really think I did those awful things to those boys?" He took another step, moving into the flow of power, but he didn't slip easily as Larry had. Magnus was like a mountain, huge, forcing the power to go wide around him, as if he filled more space magically than could be seen with the naked eye.
I pointed the Browning two-handed at his chest. "No, I don't."
"Then why point a gun at me?"
"Why all this fey magic shit?"
He smiled. "I performed a lot of glamor tonight. It's like a high."
"You feed off your customers," I said. "You don't just do it for business. You siphon them; that's fucking unseelie court."
He gave a graceful shrug. "I am what I am."
"How'd you know the victims were boys?" I asked.
Larry moved to my left, gun pointed carefully at the ground. I'd yelled at him for pointing guns at people too soon.
"The police said so."
"Liar."
He smiled gently. "One of them touched me. I saw it all."
"Convenient," I said.
He reached out towards me. "Don't even think it."
Larry pointed his gun at Magnus. "What's going on, Anita?"
"I'm not sure."
"I can't allow you to raise the dead here. I am sorry."
"How are you going to stop us?" I asked.
He stared at me, and I felt something push against my magic, like something large swimming just out of sight in the dark. It made me gasp.
"Freeze, right there, or I will pull this trigger."
"I haven't moved a muscle," he said softly.
"No games, Magnus; you're too damn close to being dead."
"What did he just do?" Larry asked. There was a fine tremor in his two-handed grip.
"Later," I said. "Clasp your hands on top of your head, Magnus, slowly, very slowly."
"Are you going to take me in, as they say on television?"
"Yeah," I said. "You've got a better chance of getting to the jail alive with me than with most of the cops."
"I don't think I'll go with you." Staring down two guns, and he still sounded sure of himself. He was either stupid or knew something I didn't. I didn't think he was stupid.
"Tell me when to shoot him," Larry said.
"When I shoot him, you can shoot him, too."
"Okay," Larry said.
Magnus looked from one to the other of us. "You would take my life for such a small thing?"
"In a heartbeat," I said, "Now clasp your hands slowly on top of your head."
"If I don't?"
"I don't bluff, Magnus."
"Do you have silver bullets in those guns?"
I just stared at him. I could feel Larry shift slightly beside me.