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Bloody Bones :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 147 из 272"If Serephina is your equal, then you take care of her, and I'll shoot everybodyelse."
"You know it will not be that simple."
"It never is."
He stared at me, smiling.
"Do you really think she'll challenge you?"
"No, but I wanted you to know that she could."
"Is there anything else I need to know?"
He smiled wide enough to flash a little bit of fang. He looked wonderful in the light. His skin was pale but not too pale. I touched his hand. "You're warm."
He glanced up at me. "Yes, Ma petite ; what of it?"
"You've slept an entire day. You should be cold to the touch until after you've fed."
He just looked at me with his drowning eyes.
"Shit," I said. I went for the bedroom. He didn't try to stop me. He didn't even try. It made me nervous. I was half-running by the time I hit the door.
All I could see was a pale outline on the bed. I turned on the switch by the door. The overhead light was glaring, and merciless.
Jason lay on his stomach, blond hair bright against the dark pillows. He was naked except for a pair of vibrant blue bikini briefs. I walked towards the bed, staring at his back, willing him to breathe. When I was almost at the bed I could see him breathe. Something tight in my chest loosened.
I had to kneel on the edge of the bed to reach him. I touched his shoulder. He moved under my hand. I rolled him onto his side, and he didn't try to help. He was totally passive. He stared up at me with heavy-lidded eyes. Two thin crimson lines flowed down his neck. Not a lot of blood, at least not spilled onto the sheets. I had no way of knowing how much he'd lost. How much Jean-Claude had taken.
Jason smiled at me. It was a slow, lazy smile.
"Are you alright?"
His hand slid around my waist as he rolled onto his back.
"I'll take that as a yes." I tried to back off the bed, but his arm was firm around me, holding me. He pulled me down to his chest. I pulled the Browning on the way down. He could have stopped me, but he didn't try.
I shoved the gun against his ribs. My other hand was pressed to his bare chest, trying to hold my face a little above his. He raised his face towards mine.
"I will pull this trigger."
He stopped with his face inches from mine. "I'll heal."
"Is one kiss worth getting a hole punched in your side?"
"I don't know," he said. "Everyone else seems to think so." His face moved towards me slowly, giving me plenty of time to decide.
"Jason, release her, now." Jean-Claude's voice filled the room with whispers like tiny echoes.
Jason let me go.
"You know it will not be that simple."
"It never is."
He stared at me, smiling.
"Do you really think she'll challenge you?"
"No, but I wanted you to know that she could."
"Is there anything else I need to know?"
He smiled wide enough to flash a little bit of fang. He looked wonderful in the light. His skin was pale but not too pale. I touched his hand. "You're warm."
He glanced up at me. "Yes, Ma petite ; what of it?"
"You've slept an entire day. You should be cold to the touch until after you've fed."
He just looked at me with his drowning eyes.
"Shit," I said. I went for the bedroom. He didn't try to stop me. He didn't even try. It made me nervous. I was half-running by the time I hit the door.
All I could see was a pale outline on the bed. I turned on the switch by the door. The overhead light was glaring, and merciless.
Jason lay on his stomach, blond hair bright against the dark pillows. He was naked except for a pair of vibrant blue bikini briefs. I walked towards the bed, staring at his back, willing him to breathe. When I was almost at the bed I could see him breathe. Something tight in my chest loosened.
I had to kneel on the edge of the bed to reach him. I touched his shoulder. He moved under my hand. I rolled him onto his side, and he didn't try to help. He was totally passive. He stared up at me with heavy-lidded eyes. Two thin crimson lines flowed down his neck. Not a lot of blood, at least not spilled onto the sheets. I had no way of knowing how much he'd lost. How much Jean-Claude had taken.
Jason smiled at me. It was a slow, lazy smile.
"Are you alright?"
His hand slid around my waist as he rolled onto his back.
"I'll take that as a yes." I tried to back off the bed, but his arm was firm around me, holding me. He pulled me down to his chest. I pulled the Browning on the way down. He could have stopped me, but he didn't try.
I shoved the gun against his ribs. My other hand was pressed to his bare chest, trying to hold my face a little above his. He raised his face towards mine.
"I will pull this trigger."
He stopped with his face inches from mine. "I'll heal."
"Is one kiss worth getting a hole punched in your side?"
"I don't know," he said. "Everyone else seems to think so." His face moved towards me slowly, giving me plenty of time to decide.
"Jason, release her, now." Jean-Claude's voice filled the room with whispers like tiny echoes.
Jason let me go.