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Guilty Pleasures :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 28 из 205“Nikolaos is expecting us to bring her, unharmed.”
Aubrey hesitated. He snarled; his jaws snapped on empty air. The smack of his teeth biting together was a dull, angry sound.
They stared at each other. I could feel their wills straining through the air, like a distant wind. It made the skin at the back of my neck crawl. It was Aubrey who looked away, with an angry graceful blink. “I will not anger, my master.” He emphasized “my,” making it clear that Jean-Claude was not “his” master.
I swallowed hard twice, and it sounded loud. If they wanted me scared, they were doing a hell of a job. “Who is Nikolaos?”
Jean-Claude turned to look at me, his face calm and beautiful. “That question is not ours to answer.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
He smiled, lips curling carefully so no fang showed. “Let us put your friend in a cab, out of harm's way.”
“What of Monica”
He grinned then, fangs showing; he looked genuinely amused. “Are you worried for her safety?”
It hit me then-the impromptu bachelorette party, there only being the three of us. “She was the lure to get Catherine and me down here.”
He nodded, once down, once up.
I wanted to go back out and smash Monica's face in. The more I thought about the idea, the better it sounded. As if by magic, she parted the curtains and came back. I smiled at her, and it felt good.
She hesitated, glancing from me to Jean-Claude and back. “Is everything going according to plan?”
I walked towards her. Jean-Claude grabbed my arm. “Do not harm her, Anita. She is under our protection.”
“I swear to you that I will not lay a finger on her tonight. I just want to tell her something.”
He released my arm, slowly, like he wasn't sure it was a good idea. I stepped next to Monica, until our bodies almost touched. I whispered into her face, “If anything happens to Catherine, I will see you dead.”
She smirked at me, confident in her protectors. “They will bring me back as one of them.”
I felt my head shake, a little to the right, a little to the left, a slow precise movement. “I will cut out your heart.” I was still smiling, I couldn't seem to stop. “Then I will burn it and scatter the ashes in the river. Do you understand me?”
She swallowed audibly. Her health-club tan looked a little green. She nodded, staring at me like I was the bogey man.
I think she believed I'd do it. Peachy keen. I hate to waste a really good threat.
Aubrey hesitated. He snarled; his jaws snapped on empty air. The smack of his teeth biting together was a dull, angry sound.
They stared at each other. I could feel their wills straining through the air, like a distant wind. It made the skin at the back of my neck crawl. It was Aubrey who looked away, with an angry graceful blink. “I will not anger, my master.” He emphasized “my,” making it clear that Jean-Claude was not “his” master.
I swallowed hard twice, and it sounded loud. If they wanted me scared, they were doing a hell of a job. “Who is Nikolaos?”
Jean-Claude turned to look at me, his face calm and beautiful. “That question is not ours to answer.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
He smiled, lips curling carefully so no fang showed. “Let us put your friend in a cab, out of harm's way.”
“What of Monica”
He grinned then, fangs showing; he looked genuinely amused. “Are you worried for her safety?”
It hit me then-the impromptu bachelorette party, there only being the three of us. “She was the lure to get Catherine and me down here.”
He nodded, once down, once up.
I wanted to go back out and smash Monica's face in. The more I thought about the idea, the better it sounded. As if by magic, she parted the curtains and came back. I smiled at her, and it felt good.
She hesitated, glancing from me to Jean-Claude and back. “Is everything going according to plan?”
I walked towards her. Jean-Claude grabbed my arm. “Do not harm her, Anita. She is under our protection.”
“I swear to you that I will not lay a finger on her tonight. I just want to tell her something.”
He released my arm, slowly, like he wasn't sure it was a good idea. I stepped next to Monica, until our bodies almost touched. I whispered into her face, “If anything happens to Catherine, I will see you dead.”
She smirked at me, confident in her protectors. “They will bring me back as one of them.”
I felt my head shake, a little to the right, a little to the left, a slow precise movement. “I will cut out your heart.” I was still smiling, I couldn't seem to stop. “Then I will burn it and scatter the ashes in the river. Do you understand me?”
She swallowed audibly. Her health-club tan looked a little green. She nodded, staring at me like I was the bogey man.
I think she believed I'd do it. Peachy keen. I hate to waste a really good threat.