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Bloody Bones :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 259 из 272God,Anita, don't do it. Not for me. Please!"
Fresh slashes cut his shirt; more blood flowed. He gasped, but didn't scream.
I looked up at Serephina. "You said this slashing only works with an aura of power."
"He has his own aura," Janos said.
"Let him go. Let them all go, and I'll do it."
"Do not do this for me, Ma petite ."
"I'm doing it for Larry; doesn't cost any more to throw everybody in."
Janos glanced at Serephina. She was slumped to one side, eyes half-closed. "Come to me, Anita. Let me touch your arm, and they will release them all, my word, one master to another."
"Anita, no!" Larry struggled not to get away but to come after me.
Janos slashed his hand through the air, and the sleeve of Larry's jacket flew with blood. Larry screamed.
"Stop it," I said. "Stop it." I stalked towards him. "Don't touch him again. Don't ever touch him again."
I spit the last words in his face, staring up into his dead eyes and feeling nothing. A hand brushed my arm, and I jerked, gasping. I'd let anger carry me those last few steps. What I was about to do scared me too much to think about it.
Serephina had lost a glove. It was her bare hand that encircled my wrist, not too tight, not painful in the least. I stared at her hand on my arm and couldn't talk past the beating of my own heart.
"Release him," she said.
The minute Janos let him go, Larry tried to come to me. Janos gave him a casual slap that knocked him to the floor and sent him skidding back a couple of yards.
I stayed frozen with her hand on my arm. For one awful moment I thought they'd killed him, but he moaned and tried to get back up.
I glanced past Larry, and met Jean-Claude's eyes. He'd been after me for years; now here I was letting another master vamp sink her fangs into me.
Serephina jerked me to my knees, squeezing the bones of my arm so hard I thought she'd broken it. The pain brought me up to meet her eyes. They were solid perfect brown, so dark they were nearly black. Those eyes smiled at me gently.
I smelled my mother's perfume, her hair spray, her skin. I shook my head. It was a lie. It was all a lie. I couldn't breathe. She knelt over me, and when her face came forward it was my mother's thick, black hair that fell against my cheek.
"No! It's not real."
"It can be as real as you want it to be, Niсa." I stared up into those eyes, and I fell down the long black tunnel of her eyes. I fell towards that tiny flame. I reached towards it. It would warm my flesh, comfort my heart.
Fresh slashes cut his shirt; more blood flowed. He gasped, but didn't scream.
I looked up at Serephina. "You said this slashing only works with an aura of power."
"He has his own aura," Janos said.
"Let him go. Let them all go, and I'll do it."
"Do not do this for me, Ma petite ."
"I'm doing it for Larry; doesn't cost any more to throw everybody in."
Janos glanced at Serephina. She was slumped to one side, eyes half-closed. "Come to me, Anita. Let me touch your arm, and they will release them all, my word, one master to another."
"Anita, no!" Larry struggled not to get away but to come after me.
Janos slashed his hand through the air, and the sleeve of Larry's jacket flew with blood. Larry screamed.
"Stop it," I said. "Stop it." I stalked towards him. "Don't touch him again. Don't ever touch him again."
I spit the last words in his face, staring up into his dead eyes and feeling nothing. A hand brushed my arm, and I jerked, gasping. I'd let anger carry me those last few steps. What I was about to do scared me too much to think about it.
Serephina had lost a glove. It was her bare hand that encircled my wrist, not too tight, not painful in the least. I stared at her hand on my arm and couldn't talk past the beating of my own heart.
"Release him," she said.
The minute Janos let him go, Larry tried to come to me. Janos gave him a casual slap that knocked him to the floor and sent him skidding back a couple of yards.
I stayed frozen with her hand on my arm. For one awful moment I thought they'd killed him, but he moaned and tried to get back up.
I glanced past Larry, and met Jean-Claude's eyes. He'd been after me for years; now here I was letting another master vamp sink her fangs into me.
Serephina jerked me to my knees, squeezing the bones of my arm so hard I thought she'd broken it. The pain brought me up to meet her eyes. They were solid perfect brown, so dark they were nearly black. Those eyes smiled at me gently.
I smelled my mother's perfume, her hair spray, her skin. I shook my head. It was a lie. It was all a lie. I couldn't breathe. She knelt over me, and when her face came forward it was my mother's thick, black hair that fell against my cheek.
"No! It's not real."
"It can be as real as you want it to be, Niсa." I stared up into those eyes, and I fell down the long black tunnel of her eyes. I fell towards that tiny flame. I reached towards it. It would warm my flesh, comfort my heart.