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Danse Macabre :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 52 из 427«What?»
«No,» Micah said, «she doesn't.»
«Don't what?» I asked.
«You are a natural beauty,» Auggie said. «Artifice gave Bunny her face, her figure; most of her best features were found under a surgeon's blade. In you walk, all natural equipment, wearing more clothes, and still get more attention from the men in the room than she did. When you were with Thea and Thomas, every man in the room was riveted. We wanted you. Wanted to touch you, in a way that is rare.»
I felt myself blushing and tried to stop it, but, as usual, lost. «You're babbling, Auggie,» I said.
«Watching you and a siren, two if you count the boy. Watching two creatures formed of desire, and it was not the pale beauty most eyes watched, Anita. It was the dark.»
I frowned at him. «I don't need this much ego-boo, Auggie, just make your point. If you have a point?»
Nathaniel came up. «I'll translate.»
«What do you mean, translate?» I said, turning to him.
He took my hand, and shook his head. His face had that I-love-you-but-you-amuse-me look. «You outvamped the sirens, Anita.»
«How?»
«I believe,» Auggie said, «because your power is over the dead, and the undead. I was told your animal to call was only leopard.»
I nodded. «It is, but through Jean-Claude's marks, I also have ties to the wolves.»
«Yes, but my men are neither. They are lion, and yet they felt your call.»
I glanced behind him at the two men he'd brought along as both bodyguards and food, and I was told as pomme de sang candidates, though Auggie, like Samuel, had a new twist on the whole pomme thing. Auggie was hoping to convince one of our new female vamps from London to come home with him and play house. He wanted another of Belle's line in his bed. Maybe that had predisposed Bunny to be pissy. He had come here to replace her, after all.
Auggie was offering to trade one of his werelions for a bedmate of Belle's line. I wondered how the men in question felt; did they want to stay in St. Louis? Did they want to leave Chicago? Had anyone asked them? I was betting not.
They were both tall, and muscular, and all they needed was a blinking sign over their heads that said «bodyguard.» They both wore tailored suits that hid the guns I was almost one hundred percent sure were under there somewhere. One was brunette, the other pale; other than that they looked as if an unimaginative baker had used the same cookie cutter for both of them. Only the icing was different.
«No,» Micah said, «she doesn't.»
«Don't what?» I asked.
«You are a natural beauty,» Auggie said. «Artifice gave Bunny her face, her figure; most of her best features were found under a surgeon's blade. In you walk, all natural equipment, wearing more clothes, and still get more attention from the men in the room than she did. When you were with Thea and Thomas, every man in the room was riveted. We wanted you. Wanted to touch you, in a way that is rare.»
I felt myself blushing and tried to stop it, but, as usual, lost. «You're babbling, Auggie,» I said.
«Watching you and a siren, two if you count the boy. Watching two creatures formed of desire, and it was not the pale beauty most eyes watched, Anita. It was the dark.»
I frowned at him. «I don't need this much ego-boo, Auggie, just make your point. If you have a point?»
Nathaniel came up. «I'll translate.»
«What do you mean, translate?» I said, turning to him.
He took my hand, and shook his head. His face had that I-love-you-but-you-amuse-me look. «You outvamped the sirens, Anita.»
«How?»
«I believe,» Auggie said, «because your power is over the dead, and the undead. I was told your animal to call was only leopard.»
I nodded. «It is, but through Jean-Claude's marks, I also have ties to the wolves.»
«Yes, but my men are neither. They are lion, and yet they felt your call.»
I glanced behind him at the two men he'd brought along as both bodyguards and food, and I was told as pomme de sang candidates, though Auggie, like Samuel, had a new twist on the whole pomme thing. Auggie was hoping to convince one of our new female vamps from London to come home with him and play house. He wanted another of Belle's line in his bed. Maybe that had predisposed Bunny to be pissy. He had come here to replace her, after all.
Auggie was offering to trade one of his werelions for a bedmate of Belle's line. I wondered how the men in question felt; did they want to stay in St. Louis? Did they want to leave Chicago? Had anyone asked them? I was betting not.
They were both tall, and muscular, and all they needed was a blinking sign over their heads that said «bodyguard.» They both wore tailored suits that hid the guns I was almost one hundred percent sure were under there somewhere. One was brunette, the other pale; other than that they looked as if an unimaginative baker had used the same cookie cutter for both of them. Only the icing was different.