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Burnt Offerings :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 250 из 286It took a moment for me to remember why those particular cities were important. When I remembered, I asked, "How about Boston?"
"No, no fires in Boston. Why?"
I don't think he believed me when I said, "nothing," but unlike Dolph, he let it go. I wasn't ready to point the finger at the Vampire Council. Just because the mysterious fires happened in cities they'd been visiting didn't mean it had to be them. There'd been no fires in Boston. Just because there were now mysterious fires in St. Louis, and the council was here, didn't prove anything. Yeah, and the Easter Bunny brings me goodies every year.
I told Jean-Claude about my suspicions. "But why would the council wish to burn empty buildings, ma petite ? If one of them could call fire to their hands, they would not waste it on empty real estate. Not unless the real estate being burned gained them something."
"You mean a financial motive?" I said.
He shrugged. "Perhaps, though a personal motive would suit them better."
"I can't find out much more information without giving the council up to the authorities as suspects," I said.
He seemed to think about that for a second or two. "Perhaps you could wait upon committing absolute suicide for us until after we have survived this evening."
"Sure," I said.
True darkness found me in a short form-fitting black velvet dress with a V-neck and no sleeves. The waist of the dress was open lace. My skin showed pale and enticing through it. Black thigh-high hose that actually came up a bit higher than mid-thigh, like all the way up until the black lace stretch top brushed against the black satin panties with their lace edgings. The hose were a size too large. Jean-Claude had purchased them, and done it deliberately. I'd tried thigh-highs before and had to agree that the longer length was more flattering for my shorter legs. It sort of framed the right area. If we'd been planning extracurricular activities, I'd have loved to see his face when I was standing in nothing but the stockings. As it was, it was just frustrating, and a little scary.
I'd vetoed the high velvet heels he'd picked out. Instead I used my own black pumps. Not as spiffy. Maybe not even more comfortable, but the heels were low enough that I could run in them, or carry fainting wereleopards if the need arose.
"You are perfection, ma petite , except for the shoes."
"Forget it," I said. "You're lucky to have gotten me in the hose. The thought that I'm dressing just in case the rest of the party sees my underwear is just creepy."
"You talked to the Traveler of price and responsibility.
"No, no fires in Boston. Why?"
I don't think he believed me when I said, "nothing," but unlike Dolph, he let it go. I wasn't ready to point the finger at the Vampire Council. Just because the mysterious fires happened in cities they'd been visiting didn't mean it had to be them. There'd been no fires in Boston. Just because there were now mysterious fires in St. Louis, and the council was here, didn't prove anything. Yeah, and the Easter Bunny brings me goodies every year.
I told Jean-Claude about my suspicions. "But why would the council wish to burn empty buildings, ma petite ? If one of them could call fire to their hands, they would not waste it on empty real estate. Not unless the real estate being burned gained them something."
"You mean a financial motive?" I said.
He shrugged. "Perhaps, though a personal motive would suit them better."
"I can't find out much more information without giving the council up to the authorities as suspects," I said.
He seemed to think about that for a second or two. "Perhaps you could wait upon committing absolute suicide for us until after we have survived this evening."
"Sure," I said.
True darkness found me in a short form-fitting black velvet dress with a V-neck and no sleeves. The waist of the dress was open lace. My skin showed pale and enticing through it. Black thigh-high hose that actually came up a bit higher than mid-thigh, like all the way up until the black lace stretch top brushed against the black satin panties with their lace edgings. The hose were a size too large. Jean-Claude had purchased them, and done it deliberately. I'd tried thigh-highs before and had to agree that the longer length was more flattering for my shorter legs. It sort of framed the right area. If we'd been planning extracurricular activities, I'd have loved to see his face when I was standing in nothing but the stockings. As it was, it was just frustrating, and a little scary.
I'd vetoed the high velvet heels he'd picked out. Instead I used my own black pumps. Not as spiffy. Maybe not even more comfortable, but the heels were low enough that I could run in them, or carry fainting wereleopards if the need arose.
"You are perfection, ma petite , except for the shoes."
"Forget it," I said. "You're lucky to have gotten me in the hose. The thought that I'm dressing just in case the rest of the party sees my underwear is just creepy."
"You talked to the Traveler of price and responsibility.