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Bloody Bones :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 149 из 272It might get us all killed to refuse. I just didn't know the rules in this situation. I suspected that there weren't any.
I hadn't packed with meeting a master vampire in mind, so my choices were sort of limited. I settled for a crimson blouse with a high collar and a spill of lace down the front. There was even a little frilly cuff at each sleeve. It looked like a cross between a Victorian blouse and a business shirt. It would have looked very conservative if it hadn't been screaming vermillion red. I hated the idea of wearing it, because I knew Jean-Claude would like it. Except for the color, it looked like something he might wear.
I put the all-purpose black jacket over the blouse. With both guns, both knives, and a cross around my neck inside the blouse, I was ready to go.
" Ma petite , may we come out?"
"Sure."
He opened the door and took it all in with a glance. "You look splendid, Ma petite . I appreciate the makeup."
"I look pale in crimson without it."
"Of course; do you have other shoes?"
"I only have the Nikes and high heels. I move better in the Nikes."
"The blouse was more than I hoped for; keep your jogging shoes. They are black, at least."
Jason walked out of the bedroom. He was wearing black leather pants tight enough that I knew he wasn't wearing the underwear anymore. The top was vaguely oriental with one of those upright collars and one black button, the kind where a loop of thread comes over the button. The sleeves were full, and the collar was a soft shining blue that matched his eyes to perfection. It was embroidered in yellow so dark it looked gold, and darker blue thread. The sleeves, collar, and edge of the fabric were embroidered black on black. When Jason moved, the shirt gaped just a little, enough to show glimpses of his bare stomach. Soft black boots rode up over his knees.
"Well, I know who your tailor is," I said. I was going to be woefully underdressed.
"If you would fetch Monsieur Kirkland. When he is dressed, we can go."
"Larry may not want to change."
"Then he won't. I will not force him."
I looked at him, not quite sure I believed him, but I got Larry. He agreed to go into the bedroom and see what other goodies were in the luggage, but he didn't promise to change.
He came out still wearing dark blue jeans and Nikes. He had changed his T-shirt for a silk dress shirt that was a rich, vibrant blue. It made his eyes look even bluer than usual. A black leather jacket that was just a touch big in the shoulders hid his shoulder holster.
I hadn't packed with meeting a master vampire in mind, so my choices were sort of limited. I settled for a crimson blouse with a high collar and a spill of lace down the front. There was even a little frilly cuff at each sleeve. It looked like a cross between a Victorian blouse and a business shirt. It would have looked very conservative if it hadn't been screaming vermillion red. I hated the idea of wearing it, because I knew Jean-Claude would like it. Except for the color, it looked like something he might wear.
I put the all-purpose black jacket over the blouse. With both guns, both knives, and a cross around my neck inside the blouse, I was ready to go.
" Ma petite , may we come out?"
"Sure."
He opened the door and took it all in with a glance. "You look splendid, Ma petite . I appreciate the makeup."
"I look pale in crimson without it."
"Of course; do you have other shoes?"
"I only have the Nikes and high heels. I move better in the Nikes."
"The blouse was more than I hoped for; keep your jogging shoes. They are black, at least."
Jason walked out of the bedroom. He was wearing black leather pants tight enough that I knew he wasn't wearing the underwear anymore. The top was vaguely oriental with one of those upright collars and one black button, the kind where a loop of thread comes over the button. The sleeves were full, and the collar was a soft shining blue that matched his eyes to perfection. It was embroidered in yellow so dark it looked gold, and darker blue thread. The sleeves, collar, and edge of the fabric were embroidered black on black. When Jason moved, the shirt gaped just a little, enough to show glimpses of his bare stomach. Soft black boots rode up over his knees.
"Well, I know who your tailor is," I said. I was going to be woefully underdressed.
"If you would fetch Monsieur Kirkland. When he is dressed, we can go."
"Larry may not want to change."
"Then he won't. I will not force him."
I looked at him, not quite sure I believed him, but I got Larry. He agreed to go into the bedroom and see what other goodies were in the luggage, but he didn't promise to change.
He came out still wearing dark blue jeans and Nikes. He had changed his T-shirt for a silk dress shirt that was a rich, vibrant blue. It made his eyes look even bluer than usual. A black leather jacket that was just a touch big in the shoulders hid his shoulder holster.