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Danse Macabre :: Гамильтон Лорел
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When the crying slowed, and I could breathe without hiccuping, Nathaniel said, «I'll go out and get the test. Micah can shower while I'm gone. I should be back in time to clean up and we'll only be a little late.»
I pushed myself away, enough to see his face. «But what if it's a yes, I mean how can I go to the party if it's a yes?»
Micah leaned over my shoulder, putting his face next to mine. «You don't want to know,» he said, «because you'll find it easier to pretend tonight, if you don't know.»
I nodded, my cheek sliding against his.
«I'll get the test,» Nathaniel said, «and we'll use it later tonight, after the party. But we are getting one, or two, to take with us.» For someone who was supposed to be a submissive his voice held no compromise. It was simple fact.
«What if someone finds it in our stuff?» I asked.
«Anita, you're going to have to tell Jean-Claude and Asher sometime,» Nathaniel said.
«Only if it's positive,» I said.
He gave me a look, but nodded. «Okay, only if it's positive.»
Positive. It seemed like such the wrong word. If I was pregnant it was definitely a negative. A really big, scary negative.
3
AN HOUR AND a half later we were parked in the employee lot behind the Circus of the Damned. Nathaniel had helped me with my eye shadow. He could blend about a dozen different colors and make it look like I wasn't wearing anything, yet make my eyes look amazing. He did his own eyes for the stage, so he had the practice. My dress was actually a skirt outfit. Black, stiff material, so that the gun in its holster at the small of my back didn't show through the dark cloth. Nor did the knife in its spine sheath. My hair hid the hilt. I'd left my cross in the glove compartment, because the chances of no one «accidentally» using vamp powers on me tonight were between zero and nothing. Yeah, they were our «friends» but they were still Masters of the City, and I was the Executioner. Someone wouldn't be able to resist trying me out, just a little. Like someone who shakes your hand too hard. But this «handshake» could make the cross burn against my skin. I did not want another cross-shaped burn scar.
Both the men were in Italian-cut suits, tailored to their bodies. Nathaniel was in black with a lavender shirt shades paler than his eyes. His tie was rich, purple silk.
When the crying slowed, and I could breathe without hiccuping, Nathaniel said, «I'll go out and get the test. Micah can shower while I'm gone. I should be back in time to clean up and we'll only be a little late.»
I pushed myself away, enough to see his face. «But what if it's a yes, I mean how can I go to the party if it's a yes?»
Micah leaned over my shoulder, putting his face next to mine. «You don't want to know,» he said, «because you'll find it easier to pretend tonight, if you don't know.»
I nodded, my cheek sliding against his.
«I'll get the test,» Nathaniel said, «and we'll use it later tonight, after the party. But we are getting one, or two, to take with us.» For someone who was supposed to be a submissive his voice held no compromise. It was simple fact.
«What if someone finds it in our stuff?» I asked.
«Anita, you're going to have to tell Jean-Claude and Asher sometime,» Nathaniel said.
«Only if it's positive,» I said.
He gave me a look, but nodded. «Okay, only if it's positive.»
Positive. It seemed like such the wrong word. If I was pregnant it was definitely a negative. A really big, scary negative.
3
AN HOUR AND a half later we were parked in the employee lot behind the Circus of the Damned. Nathaniel had helped me with my eye shadow. He could blend about a dozen different colors and make it look like I wasn't wearing anything, yet make my eyes look amazing. He did his own eyes for the stage, so he had the practice. My dress was actually a skirt outfit. Black, stiff material, so that the gun in its holster at the small of my back didn't show through the dark cloth. Nor did the knife in its spine sheath. My hair hid the hilt. I'd left my cross in the glove compartment, because the chances of no one «accidentally» using vamp powers on me tonight were between zero and nothing. Yeah, they were our «friends» but they were still Masters of the City, and I was the Executioner. Someone wouldn't be able to resist trying me out, just a little. Like someone who shakes your hand too hard. But this «handshake» could make the cross burn against my skin. I did not want another cross-shaped burn scar.
Both the men were in Italian-cut suits, tailored to their bodies. Nathaniel was in black with a lavender shirt shades paler than his eyes. His tie was rich, purple silk.