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Bloody Bones :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 53 из 272He turned his eyes to me, but there was more than just their color to make them hard to stare at. The pupil of his eyes had spiraled down like the eye of a bird. Human eyes just didn't do that.
I was suddenly very aware that I was still holding his wrist. I drew my hand away. "Stop reading us, Magnus."
"You wore gloves, or I'd be able to tell what you'd touched," he said.
"It's an ongoing police investigation. Anything you discern by psychic means must be held confidential, or you're liable just as if you stole information out of our files."
"Do you always do that?" he asked.
"What?"
"Quote the law when you're nervous."
"Sometimes," I said.
"I saw blood, that's all. My gifts are rather limited in the area of far-seeing. You should shake Dorrie's hand. Far-seeing is her strong suit."
"Thanks, but no thanks," Larry said.
He smiled. "You are not police, or you wouldn't have threatened me with the police, but you were with them earlier. Why?"
"I thought all you saw was blood," I said.
He had the grace to look embarrassed; nice to know he could be embarrassed. "A little bit more, perhaps."
"Touch clairvoyance isn't a traditional fey power."
"Our many-times-great-grandmother was the daughter of a shaman, so the story goes."
"Getting magic from both sides of the family tree," I said. "Dirty pool."
"Clairvoyance isn't magic," Larry said.
"A really good clairvoyant will make you think it is," I said. I stared at Magnus. The last clairvoyant who had touched me and seen blood had been horrified. He hadn't wanted to touch me again. He hadn't wanted me anywhere near him. Magnus didn't look horrified, and he'd offered to have sex with me. Different strokes for different folks.
"I'll take your order through to the kitchen myself, if you'll just decide what you want," he said.
Larry stared at the menu. "A salad, I guess. No dressing." He thought about it some more. "No tomatoes."
Magnus started to stand.
"Why won't you sell to Stirling?" I asked.
Magnus cocked his head to one side, smiling. "The land has been in our family for centuries. It's our land."
I looked at him and couldn't read his face. It could have been the absolute truth, or a boldfaced lie.
"So the only reason you don't want to be a millionaire is because of what. . family tradition?"
The smile deepened. He leaned closer, long hair spilling forward. He whispered, and it was quiet enough that he needed to whisper. "Money is not everything, Anita. Though Stirling seems to think it is.
I was suddenly very aware that I was still holding his wrist. I drew my hand away. "Stop reading us, Magnus."
"You wore gloves, or I'd be able to tell what you'd touched," he said.
"It's an ongoing police investigation. Anything you discern by psychic means must be held confidential, or you're liable just as if you stole information out of our files."
"Do you always do that?" he asked.
"What?"
"Quote the law when you're nervous."
"Sometimes," I said.
"I saw blood, that's all. My gifts are rather limited in the area of far-seeing. You should shake Dorrie's hand. Far-seeing is her strong suit."
"Thanks, but no thanks," Larry said.
He smiled. "You are not police, or you wouldn't have threatened me with the police, but you were with them earlier. Why?"
"I thought all you saw was blood," I said.
He had the grace to look embarrassed; nice to know he could be embarrassed. "A little bit more, perhaps."
"Touch clairvoyance isn't a traditional fey power."
"Our many-times-great-grandmother was the daughter of a shaman, so the story goes."
"Getting magic from both sides of the family tree," I said. "Dirty pool."
"Clairvoyance isn't magic," Larry said.
"A really good clairvoyant will make you think it is," I said. I stared at Magnus. The last clairvoyant who had touched me and seen blood had been horrified. He hadn't wanted to touch me again. He hadn't wanted me anywhere near him. Magnus didn't look horrified, and he'd offered to have sex with me. Different strokes for different folks.
"I'll take your order through to the kitchen myself, if you'll just decide what you want," he said.
Larry stared at the menu. "A salad, I guess. No dressing." He thought about it some more. "No tomatoes."
Magnus started to stand.
"Why won't you sell to Stirling?" I asked.
Magnus cocked his head to one side, smiling. "The land has been in our family for centuries. It's our land."
I looked at him and couldn't read his face. It could have been the absolute truth, or a boldfaced lie.
"So the only reason you don't want to be a millionaire is because of what. . family tradition?"
The smile deepened. He leaned closer, long hair spilling forward. He whispered, and it was quiet enough that he needed to whisper. "Money is not everything, Anita. Though Stirling seems to think it is.