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Bloody Bones :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 182 из 272He had the handkerchief-coated stick gripped in one hand. He walked down the steps in a graceful, almost dancelike movement. It wasn't a vampire's glide, but it was close.
Larry kept his gun trained on him. "Stay where you are," Larry said. He sounded a little scared, but like he meant it. The gun was pointed nice and steady.
"We've discussed the fact that silver bullets don't work on the fey."
"Who says this gun has silver bullets?" Larry said.
It was a good lie. I was proud of him. I was certainly too gone to have thought of it.
"Anita?" Magnus looked past Larry like he wasn't there, but he didn't come down those last few steps.
"I'd do what he says, Magnus. Now what do you want?"
Magnus smiled and spread his arms away from his body. To show he was unarmed, I guess. But I knew, and Larry knew, that weapons weren't what made him dangerous. "I mean you no harm. We know that Ivy broke the truce first. Serephina offers her most sincere apologies. She asks that you come directly to her audience chamber. No more tests. We have all been unforgivably rude to a visiting master."
"Do we believe him?" I asked of no one in particular.
"He speaks the truth," Jean-Claude said.
Great. "Let him pass, Larry."
"You sure that's a good idea?"
"No, but do it anyway."
Larry pointed his gun at the floor, but he didn't look happy. Magnus walked down the stairs, smiling, mostly at Larry. He walked past him and made a show of giving him his back. It was almost enough to make me wish Larry would shoot him.
He stopped a few feet in front of the rest of us. We were all still on the floor, sitting, or in Jason's case, lying. Magnus looked down at us, amused, or bemused.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked.
Jean-Claude glanced at me. "You seem to know each other."
"This is Magnus Bouvier," I said. "What are you doing here, with them?"
He loosened the tie at his collar and spread the stiff cloth. I was pretty sure what he was trying to show me, but I couldn't see from the floor. I wasn't at all sure I could stand without falling over. "If you want me to take a peek, you're going to have to come down here."
"With pleasure." He knelt in front of me less than two feet away. He had two healing bite marks on his neck.
"Shit, Magnus. Why?"
He looked at me, eyes flicking to my bloody wrist. "I might ask you the same thing."
"I donated blood to save his life. What's your excuse?"
He smiled. "Nothing half as nice as that.
Larry kept his gun trained on him. "Stay where you are," Larry said. He sounded a little scared, but like he meant it. The gun was pointed nice and steady.
"We've discussed the fact that silver bullets don't work on the fey."
"Who says this gun has silver bullets?" Larry said.
It was a good lie. I was proud of him. I was certainly too gone to have thought of it.
"Anita?" Magnus looked past Larry like he wasn't there, but he didn't come down those last few steps.
"I'd do what he says, Magnus. Now what do you want?"
Magnus smiled and spread his arms away from his body. To show he was unarmed, I guess. But I knew, and Larry knew, that weapons weren't what made him dangerous. "I mean you no harm. We know that Ivy broke the truce first. Serephina offers her most sincere apologies. She asks that you come directly to her audience chamber. No more tests. We have all been unforgivably rude to a visiting master."
"Do we believe him?" I asked of no one in particular.
"He speaks the truth," Jean-Claude said.
Great. "Let him pass, Larry."
"You sure that's a good idea?"
"No, but do it anyway."
Larry pointed his gun at the floor, but he didn't look happy. Magnus walked down the stairs, smiling, mostly at Larry. He walked past him and made a show of giving him his back. It was almost enough to make me wish Larry would shoot him.
He stopped a few feet in front of the rest of us. We were all still on the floor, sitting, or in Jason's case, lying. Magnus looked down at us, amused, or bemused.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked.
Jean-Claude glanced at me. "You seem to know each other."
"This is Magnus Bouvier," I said. "What are you doing here, with them?"
He loosened the tie at his collar and spread the stiff cloth. I was pretty sure what he was trying to show me, but I couldn't see from the floor. I wasn't at all sure I could stand without falling over. "If you want me to take a peek, you're going to have to come down here."
"With pleasure." He knelt in front of me less than two feet away. He had two healing bite marks on his neck.
"Shit, Magnus. Why?"
He looked at me, eyes flicking to my bloody wrist. "I might ask you the same thing."
"I donated blood to save his life. What's your excuse?"
He smiled. "Nothing half as nice as that.