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Blue Moon :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"I'd do the same for you," I said.
"Exactly," he said. "I have no doubt that you love me in your way, but you love him, too."
I zipped up the suitcase. "We are not having this argument. I'm sleeping with you. I am not going to donate blood just to make you feel more secure."
The phone rang. Asher's cultured voice, so like Jean-Claude's: "Anita, how are you this fine summer evening?"
"I'm fine, Asher. What's up?"
"May I speak with Jean-Claude?" he asked.
I almost argued, but Jean-Claude had his hand out for the phone. I gave the phone to him.
Jean-Claude spoke in French, which he and Asher had a habit of doing. I was glad that he had someone to speak his native tongue with, but my French just wasn't up to following the conversation. I suspected strongly that sometimes the vampires spoke in front of me like you would speak in front of a child that doesn't have enough grown-up talk to follow the conversation. It was rude and condescending, but they were centuries-old vampires, and sometimes they just couldn't help themselves.
He switched to English, talking directly to me. "Colin has refused you entrance to his territory. He has refused entrance to any of my people."
"Can he do that?" I asked.
Jean-Claude nodded. " Oui ."
"I am going down there to help Richard. Arrange it, Jean-Claude, or I'll go down there without arrangements being made."
"Even if it's war?" he asked.
"Shit," I said. "Call the little son of a bitch and let me talk to him."
Jean-Claude raised his eyebrows but nodded. He hung up on Asher, then dialed a number. He said, "Colin, this is Jean-Claude. Yes, Asher told me what you have decided. My human servant, Anita Blake, wishes to speak with you." He listened for a moment. "No, I do not know what she wishes to say to you." He handed me the phone and settled back against the headboard of the bed as if watching a show.
"Hello, Colin?"
"This is he." His accent was pure Middle American. It made him sound less exotic than some of them.
"My name's Anita Blake."
"I know who you are," he said. "You're the Executioner."
"Yeah, but I'm not coming down there for an execution. My friend is in trouble. I just want to help him."
"He is your third. If you enter my lands, then two of your triumvirate will be within my territory. You are too powerful to be allowed entrance."
"Asher said you also denied access to any of our people, is that true?"
"Yes," he said.
"I'd do the same for you," I said.
"Exactly," he said. "I have no doubt that you love me in your way, but you love him, too."
I zipped up the suitcase. "We are not having this argument. I'm sleeping with you. I am not going to donate blood just to make you feel more secure."
The phone rang. Asher's cultured voice, so like Jean-Claude's: "Anita, how are you this fine summer evening?"
"I'm fine, Asher. What's up?"
"May I speak with Jean-Claude?" he asked.
I almost argued, but Jean-Claude had his hand out for the phone. I gave the phone to him.
Jean-Claude spoke in French, which he and Asher had a habit of doing. I was glad that he had someone to speak his native tongue with, but my French just wasn't up to following the conversation. I suspected strongly that sometimes the vampires spoke in front of me like you would speak in front of a child that doesn't have enough grown-up talk to follow the conversation. It was rude and condescending, but they were centuries-old vampires, and sometimes they just couldn't help themselves.
He switched to English, talking directly to me. "Colin has refused you entrance to his territory. He has refused entrance to any of my people."
"Can he do that?" I asked.
Jean-Claude nodded. " Oui ."
"I am going down there to help Richard. Arrange it, Jean-Claude, or I'll go down there without arrangements being made."
"Even if it's war?" he asked.
"Shit," I said. "Call the little son of a bitch and let me talk to him."
Jean-Claude raised his eyebrows but nodded. He hung up on Asher, then dialed a number. He said, "Colin, this is Jean-Claude. Yes, Asher told me what you have decided. My human servant, Anita Blake, wishes to speak with you." He listened for a moment. "No, I do not know what she wishes to say to you." He handed me the phone and settled back against the headboard of the bed as if watching a show.
"Hello, Colin?"
"This is he." His accent was pure Middle American. It made him sound less exotic than some of them.
"My name's Anita Blake."
"I know who you are," he said. "You're the Executioner."
"Yeah, but I'm not coming down there for an execution. My friend is in trouble. I just want to help him."
"He is your third. If you enter my lands, then two of your triumvirate will be within my territory. You are too powerful to be allowed entrance."
"Asher said you also denied access to any of our people, is that true?"
"Yes," he said.