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Bloody Bones :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"You can honestly tell me that you think Jean-Claude is a monster." It was more statement than question.
I almost looked at the monster in question, but I didn't. I'd looked at him enough for one night. "Yeah, I do."
"Now, ask her if she thinks she's a monster." Jean-Claude leaned on the back of the love seat, his arms crossed over his chest.
Larry looked a little startled, but he said, "Anita?"
I shrugged. "Sometimes."
Jean-Claude smiled. "See, Lawrence? Anita thinks we're all monsters."
"Larry's not," I said.
"Give him time."
That was a little too close to the truth. "I asked for privacy, or did you forget?"
"I forget nothing, Ma petite , but time grows short. My wolf is not the only one that needs a bath. Only our young friend is still fresh."
I looked at Larry. There wasn't a drop of blood on him. He was the only one who hadn't wrestled with vampires tonight. He shrugged. "Sorry; I just couldn't get anybody to bleed on me tonight."
"Don't joke, Larry," I said. "With Serephina I think you'll get another chance."
"Sadly, true, Ma petite ."
"How long can you go without a coffin?" I asked.
He smiled. "Concern over my well-being. I am touched."
"Don't give me crap. I opened a freaking vein for you tonight."
"If I have not thanked you for saving my life tonight, Ma petite , my apologies."
I looked at him. He looked pleasant, amused, but it was a mask. His expression when he didn't want you to know what he was thinking, but didn't want you to know that he didn't want you to know. "Don't mention it."
"I will remember that you saved me, Ma petite . You could have been free of me. Thank you."
It sounded sincere enough. "You're welcome."
"I need to get this crud off me," Jason said. He sounded just a touch frantic. I was betting he'd be trying to scrub off more than just dirt. But memories don't wash that easily. More's the pity.
"Go on, both of you. Jason can scrub up in Larry's room. It's only practical."
Larry grinned at me. "Thanks."
"I meant it when I said you did good tonight."
I finally got the smile I'd expected. "Come on, Jason, hot water and fresh towels await." Larry held the door for Jason and gave me a little salute. Geez.
Alone again with Jean-Claude. Would this night never end? "You never answered my question about the coffin," I said.
"I will be alright for another night or two.
"You can honestly tell me that you think Jean-Claude is a monster." It was more statement than question.
I almost looked at the monster in question, but I didn't. I'd looked at him enough for one night. "Yeah, I do."
"Now, ask her if she thinks she's a monster." Jean-Claude leaned on the back of the love seat, his arms crossed over his chest.
Larry looked a little startled, but he said, "Anita?"
I shrugged. "Sometimes."
Jean-Claude smiled. "See, Lawrence? Anita thinks we're all monsters."
"Larry's not," I said.
"Give him time."
That was a little too close to the truth. "I asked for privacy, or did you forget?"
"I forget nothing, Ma petite , but time grows short. My wolf is not the only one that needs a bath. Only our young friend is still fresh."
I looked at Larry. There wasn't a drop of blood on him. He was the only one who hadn't wrestled with vampires tonight. He shrugged. "Sorry; I just couldn't get anybody to bleed on me tonight."
"Don't joke, Larry," I said. "With Serephina I think you'll get another chance."
"Sadly, true, Ma petite ."
"How long can you go without a coffin?" I asked.
He smiled. "Concern over my well-being. I am touched."
"Don't give me crap. I opened a freaking vein for you tonight."
"If I have not thanked you for saving my life tonight, Ma petite , my apologies."
I looked at him. He looked pleasant, amused, but it was a mask. His expression when he didn't want you to know what he was thinking, but didn't want you to know that he didn't want you to know. "Don't mention it."
"I will remember that you saved me, Ma petite . You could have been free of me. Thank you."
It sounded sincere enough. "You're welcome."
"I need to get this crud off me," Jason said. He sounded just a touch frantic. I was betting he'd be trying to scrub off more than just dirt. But memories don't wash that easily. More's the pity.
"Go on, both of you. Jason can scrub up in Larry's room. It's only practical."
Larry grinned at me. "Thanks."
"I meant it when I said you did good tonight."
I finally got the smile I'd expected. "Come on, Jason, hot water and fresh towels await." Larry held the door for Jason and gave me a little salute. Geez.
Alone again with Jean-Claude. Would this night never end? "You never answered my question about the coffin," I said.
"I will be alright for another night or two.