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Incubus Dreams :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 593 из 605” Then I thought about it. “I’m really bugged by the vampires I killed tonight. I mean, more than normal. I’m sort of shaky, and wondering if I’m the good guy after all.”
“Such self-doubt is not like you.”
“I do have some self-doubt,” I said.
“But not too much, you could not be who you are if you doubted too much.”
“Are you saying that I draw some of my bravery, or my coldness, from theardeur?”
“I am saying that theardeur may feed that part of you that keeps you safe in your own mind, your own heart.”
I shook my head. “This is too complicated for me, Jean-Claude.
Just let me have it back, and we’ll see if I feel any better.”
“I would rather you be alone with Micah when that happens. We have very carefully left him untouched while we sought to feed, so that you might feed on him yourself.”
I didn’t feel the least bit sexy. I just wanted a quick shower and to sleep. “I’m too tired for sex, Jean-Claude. Too tired for much of anything.”
“As I feared, I took too much, or theardeur has become attached to your own natural drives.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Long before theardeur found you, ma petite, I found that you were seldom too tired for sex.”
I thought about blushing, but found that even that seemed like too much effort. “What do you want me to do?” What little excitement had crept back into my voice had vanished. Nothing seemed quite real, as if I was already asleep. Asleep on my feet.
“If you intend to clean up…”
“I’ve got other people’s blood in my hair, so yeah.”
“Fine, go to the bathroom then, but take Micah with you. Hang up the phone, go to the bathroom, take Micah with you, and sometime before you have filled the bathtub with water, I will give back to you that which is yours.”
“Nathaniel is filling the tub now. Micah said you warned us not to use the shower. Something about glass.”
“The return may be more violent than I would like, ma petite. I would feel better if you and Micah were not surrounded by glass walls.”
“Do you know this is going to be bad, or are you just worried?”
“Let us say, that I have not lived so long, or courted you successfully, without thinking worst-case scenarios.”
“Courting, is that what you call it nowadays?”
“I am hanging up now, ma petite. I suggest you do as I have bid.”
He hung up.
“Such self-doubt is not like you.”
“I do have some self-doubt,” I said.
“But not too much, you could not be who you are if you doubted too much.”
“Are you saying that I draw some of my bravery, or my coldness, from theardeur?”
“I am saying that theardeur may feed that part of you that keeps you safe in your own mind, your own heart.”
I shook my head. “This is too complicated for me, Jean-Claude.
Just let me have it back, and we’ll see if I feel any better.”
“I would rather you be alone with Micah when that happens. We have very carefully left him untouched while we sought to feed, so that you might feed on him yourself.”
I didn’t feel the least bit sexy. I just wanted a quick shower and to sleep. “I’m too tired for sex, Jean-Claude. Too tired for much of anything.”
“As I feared, I took too much, or theardeur has become attached to your own natural drives.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Long before theardeur found you, ma petite, I found that you were seldom too tired for sex.”
I thought about blushing, but found that even that seemed like too much effort. “What do you want me to do?” What little excitement had crept back into my voice had vanished. Nothing seemed quite real, as if I was already asleep. Asleep on my feet.
“If you intend to clean up…”
“I’ve got other people’s blood in my hair, so yeah.”
“Fine, go to the bathroom then, but take Micah with you. Hang up the phone, go to the bathroom, take Micah with you, and sometime before you have filled the bathtub with water, I will give back to you that which is yours.”
“Nathaniel is filling the tub now. Micah said you warned us not to use the shower. Something about glass.”
“The return may be more violent than I would like, ma petite. I would feel better if you and Micah were not surrounded by glass walls.”
“Do you know this is going to be bad, or are you just worried?”
“Let us say, that I have not lived so long, or courted you successfully, without thinking worst-case scenarios.”
“Courting, is that what you call it nowadays?”
“I am hanging up now, ma petite. I suggest you do as I have bid.”
He hung up.