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Bloody Bones :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"I don't understand that at all,"Larry said.
"Me either."
"You don't have to understand it," he said. He couldn't have been more than twenty, but the look in his eyes wasn't young. It was the look of someone who'd seen a lot, done a lot, and not all of it nice. It was the look I was dreading to see on Larry's face someday. They were nearly the same age; what had people been doing to Jason to give him such jaded eyes?
"What do we do now?" Larry asked.
"You're the vampire experts. I'm just Jean-Claude's pet."
He said it like it didn't bother him. It would have bothered me. I shook my head. "I'm going to call the cops, then get some sleep."
"What are you going to tell them?" Jason asked.
"I'm going to tell them about Xavier."
"Did Jean-Claude say you could tell the cops?"
I looked at him. "I didn't ask for permission."
"Jean-Claude wouldn't like you bringing in the police."
I just stared at him.
He blinked at me. "Don't do it just because I said that, please."
"He knows you pretty well for someone who's only met you twice," Larry said.
"Three times," I said. "Two out of three times, he's tried to eat me."
Larry's eyes widened a little. "You're kidding."
"She just looks so tasty," Jason said.
"I've had about enough of you," I said.
"What's wrong? Jean-Claude and Richard both tease you."
"I'm dating both of them," I said. "I'm not dating you."
"Maybe you've got a thing for monsters. I can be just as scary as the next guy."
I stared at him. "No," I said, "you can't. That's why you're not alpha. That's why you're Jean-Claude's pet, because you aren't scary enough."
Something flowed through his pale blue eyes. Something angry and dangerous. Sitting there with his forkful of scrambled eggs, and a Coke in one hand, he was suddenly different. It was hard to put into words, but it raised the hair on the back of my neck.
"Ease down, wolf-boy," I said. My voice was soft, careful. I was sitting less than a foot away from him. At this distance he could jump me easy. The Browning was an inch away from my right hand, but I knew better. I might grab the gun, but I'd never get it pointed in time. I'd seen him move before, and I wasn't quick enough. Lack of sleep was making me trusting, or stupid. Same thing.
A low, trickling growl rumbled out of him. My pulse beat a little faster.
Larry's gun was suddenly pointing past my nose at the werewolf's face. "Don't," Larry said. His voice was low and even, and very damn serious.
"I don't understand that at all,"Larry said.
"Me either."
"You don't have to understand it," he said. He couldn't have been more than twenty, but the look in his eyes wasn't young. It was the look of someone who'd seen a lot, done a lot, and not all of it nice. It was the look I was dreading to see on Larry's face someday. They were nearly the same age; what had people been doing to Jason to give him such jaded eyes?
"What do we do now?" Larry asked.
"You're the vampire experts. I'm just Jean-Claude's pet."
He said it like it didn't bother him. It would have bothered me. I shook my head. "I'm going to call the cops, then get some sleep."
"What are you going to tell them?" Jason asked.
"I'm going to tell them about Xavier."
"Did Jean-Claude say you could tell the cops?"
I looked at him. "I didn't ask for permission."
"Jean-Claude wouldn't like you bringing in the police."
I just stared at him.
He blinked at me. "Don't do it just because I said that, please."
"He knows you pretty well for someone who's only met you twice," Larry said.
"Three times," I said. "Two out of three times, he's tried to eat me."
Larry's eyes widened a little. "You're kidding."
"She just looks so tasty," Jason said.
"I've had about enough of you," I said.
"What's wrong? Jean-Claude and Richard both tease you."
"I'm dating both of them," I said. "I'm not dating you."
"Maybe you've got a thing for monsters. I can be just as scary as the next guy."
I stared at him. "No," I said, "you can't. That's why you're not alpha. That's why you're Jean-Claude's pet, because you aren't scary enough."
Something flowed through his pale blue eyes. Something angry and dangerous. Sitting there with his forkful of scrambled eggs, and a Coke in one hand, he was suddenly different. It was hard to put into words, but it raised the hair on the back of my neck.
"Ease down, wolf-boy," I said. My voice was soft, careful. I was sitting less than a foot away from him. At this distance he could jump me easy. The Browning was an inch away from my right hand, but I knew better. I might grab the gun, but I'd never get it pointed in time. I'd seen him move before, and I wasn't quick enough. Lack of sleep was making me trusting, or stupid. Same thing.
A low, trickling growl rumbled out of him. My pulse beat a little faster.
Larry's gun was suddenly pointing past my nose at the werewolf's face. "Don't," Larry said. His voice was low and even, and very damn serious.