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Bloody Bones :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"How did Serephina go from being your equalin power to being what we saw tonight?"
He shook his head. "I truly do not know, Ma petite . She surprised me badly. She did not have to let us go tonight. As long as she did not harm us, we could have been her guests for the day."
"Are you surprised she let us go?" I asked.
"Yes," he said.
Jean-Claude pushed away from the love seat. "Take your shower, ma petite. I will await the young men's return."
"I thought you could go next, wash the blood out of your hair."
He put a hand up to the back of his hair. He grimaced at the feel of it. "Distasteful, but I want a bath, Ma petite . It takes longer than a shower, so you go first."
I looked at him for a long moment.
"If you do not hurry, I will not have time for a bath before dawn. I would hate to sleep on your clean sheets covered in blood."
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Fine; just be sure you stay out of the bathroom."
"My word of honor that I will not barge in on you."
"Yeah, right." Though, strangely enough, I believed him. Jean-Claude had been trying to seduce me for a long time. A frontal assault just wasn't his style. I went to take my shower.
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Ronnie had dragged me into Victoria's Secret. I had pointed out that no one would see my underwear or my nightclothes except other women in the gym locker room. Ronnie had replied, "You'll see them." The logic escaped me but she had talked me into a robe.
It was burgundy, the color of wine-dark peonies. It glowed against my pale skin and matched some of the bruises blossoming on my back. Nothing like getting thrown into a wall to give you a little color. The bite mark on my back wasn't very deep. Hard for humanoid fangs to sink in from that angle. The fang marks on my wrist were deeper. They were two neat little holes, almost dainty. It didn't hurt as much as it should have. Maybe vampires did have painkillers in their saliva, or maybe it was the fangs.
I still couldn't believe that I'd let him sink fangs into me. Shit.
I pulled the robe closer around me. The material was heavy enough to be cozy on a winter evening, and had wide silky cuffs, and more silk lining the edges. It looked vaguely Victorian, a little masculine. I looked delicate in it, like a Victorian doll that hadn't gotten completely dressed yet. I put on an oversized black t-shirt under the robe. It ruined some of the effect, but it beat the heck out of wearing nothing but a robe and underwear out to greet the boys.
"How did Serephina go from being your equalin power to being what we saw tonight?"
He shook his head. "I truly do not know, Ma petite . She surprised me badly. She did not have to let us go tonight. As long as she did not harm us, we could have been her guests for the day."
"Are you surprised she let us go?" I asked.
"Yes," he said.
Jean-Claude pushed away from the love seat. "Take your shower, ma petite. I will await the young men's return."
"I thought you could go next, wash the blood out of your hair."
He put a hand up to the back of his hair. He grimaced at the feel of it. "Distasteful, but I want a bath, Ma petite . It takes longer than a shower, so you go first."
I looked at him for a long moment.
"If you do not hurry, I will not have time for a bath before dawn. I would hate to sleep on your clean sheets covered in blood."
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Fine; just be sure you stay out of the bathroom."
"My word of honor that I will not barge in on you."
"Yeah, right." Though, strangely enough, I believed him. Jean-Claude had been trying to seduce me for a long time. A frontal assault just wasn't his style. I went to take my shower.
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Ronnie had dragged me into Victoria's Secret. I had pointed out that no one would see my underwear or my nightclothes except other women in the gym locker room. Ronnie had replied, "You'll see them." The logic escaped me but she had talked me into a robe.
It was burgundy, the color of wine-dark peonies. It glowed against my pale skin and matched some of the bruises blossoming on my back. Nothing like getting thrown into a wall to give you a little color. The bite mark on my back wasn't very deep. Hard for humanoid fangs to sink in from that angle. The fang marks on my wrist were deeper. They were two neat little holes, almost dainty. It didn't hurt as much as it should have. Maybe vampires did have painkillers in their saliva, or maybe it was the fangs.
I still couldn't believe that I'd let him sink fangs into me. Shit.
I pulled the robe closer around me. The material was heavy enough to be cozy on a winter evening, and had wide silky cuffs, and more silk lining the edges. It looked vaguely Victorian, a little masculine. I looked delicate in it, like a Victorian doll that hadn't gotten completely dressed yet. I put on an oversized black t-shirt under the robe. It ruined some of the effect, but it beat the heck out of wearing nothing but a robe and underwear out to greet the boys.