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Bloody Bones :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 183 из 272" Magnus undid the ribbon and let his hair fall like a curtain around his shoulders. He looked at me with his turquoise blue eyes, and crawled on all fours towards Jean-Claude. He moved like he had muscles in places that people didn't. It was like watching a great cat move. People just didn't move like that.
He knelt in front of Jean-Claude, so close they were almost touching. He swept his hair to one side and offered his neck.
"No," Jean-Claude said.
"What's going on?" Larry asked.
It was a good question. I didn't have a good answer. I didn't even have a bad one.
Magnus slipped off his white jacket and let it slide to the floor. He undid the cuff to his right wrist and pushed the cloth back. He offered his bare wrist to Jean-Claude. The skin was smooth and unbroken. Jean-Claude took his hand and raised the skin to his lips.
I almost looked away, but in the end I didn't. Looking away is like lying to yourself. You pretend it isn't happening, but it is.
Jean-Claude brushed his lips across the skin, then released Magnus's hand. "The offer is generous, but I would be drunk indeed if I added your blood to theirs."
"Drunk?" I asked. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Ah, Ma petite , you do have a way with words."
"Shut up."
"Losing a quantity of blood makes you grumpy," he said.
"Fuck off."
He laughed, and the sound was sweet. It had a taste just outside description, like some forbidden candy that was not just fattening but poisonous. But what a way to go.
Magnus stayed kneeling, staring at the laughing vampire. "You won't taste me?"
Jean-Claude shook his head, as if he didn't trust himself to speak. His eyes glittered with suppressed laughter.
"The blood has been offered." Magnus crawled back towards me. His hair had spilled forward on one side so one eye was lost, glittering like a jewel through his hair. Eyes just weren't supposed to be that color. He crawled up to me until our faces were inches apart. "A pint of blood, a pound of flesh." He whispered it, leaning in towards me as if for a kiss.
I leaned back, away from him, and overbalanced. I ended up on my back on the floor. It was not an improvement. Magnus crawled over me, still on all fours, hovering. I pressed the Browning into his chest.
"Back off, or bite it."
Magnus crawled backwards, but not very far. I sat up, keeping the gun on him one-handed. The barrel wavered a lot more than normal. "What was that all about?"
Jean-Claude said, "Janos spoke of taking blood and flesh from us this night.
He knelt in front of Jean-Claude, so close they were almost touching. He swept his hair to one side and offered his neck.
"No," Jean-Claude said.
"What's going on?" Larry asked.
It was a good question. I didn't have a good answer. I didn't even have a bad one.
Magnus slipped off his white jacket and let it slide to the floor. He undid the cuff to his right wrist and pushed the cloth back. He offered his bare wrist to Jean-Claude. The skin was smooth and unbroken. Jean-Claude took his hand and raised the skin to his lips.
I almost looked away, but in the end I didn't. Looking away is like lying to yourself. You pretend it isn't happening, but it is.
Jean-Claude brushed his lips across the skin, then released Magnus's hand. "The offer is generous, but I would be drunk indeed if I added your blood to theirs."
"Drunk?" I asked. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Ah, Ma petite , you do have a way with words."
"Shut up."
"Losing a quantity of blood makes you grumpy," he said.
"Fuck off."
He laughed, and the sound was sweet. It had a taste just outside description, like some forbidden candy that was not just fattening but poisonous. But what a way to go.
Magnus stayed kneeling, staring at the laughing vampire. "You won't taste me?"
Jean-Claude shook his head, as if he didn't trust himself to speak. His eyes glittered with suppressed laughter.
"The blood has been offered." Magnus crawled back towards me. His hair had spilled forward on one side so one eye was lost, glittering like a jewel through his hair. Eyes just weren't supposed to be that color. He crawled up to me until our faces were inches apart. "A pint of blood, a pound of flesh." He whispered it, leaning in towards me as if for a kiss.
I leaned back, away from him, and overbalanced. I ended up on my back on the floor. It was not an improvement. Magnus crawled over me, still on all fours, hovering. I pressed the Browning into his chest.
"Back off, or bite it."
Magnus crawled backwards, but not very far. I sat up, keeping the gun on him one-handed. The barrel wavered a lot more than normal. "What was that all about?"
Jean-Claude said, "Janos spoke of taking blood and flesh from us this night.