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Swallowing Darkness :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"Would you rather they all die?" I asked.
"We can help them, Meredith," Doyle said.
I turned to him. "That's what he wants, Doyle. You know that. He's hurting the soldiers to lure us out."
"Yes, Meredith," he said, cupping my face with his free hand, "and it is a good trap."
I shook my head, moving back from his touch. "The soldiers are supposed to protect us."
"They are dying to protect us," he said.
My throat was tight, and my eyes burned. "No," I whispered.
"You will stay inside this truck, no matter what happens, Meredith. You must not get out."
"Once you are dead, they will drag me out. They will drag me out and kill me and your unborn children."
He flinched, something I had never seen before. The Darkness did not flinch. "That was harsh, My Princess."
"Truth is often harsh," I said, and let him hear my anger.
"She's right, Captain," Rhys said.
"Would you let them die in our place?" Doyle asked.
Rhys sighed, then kissed me on the cheek. "I will follow where my captain leads, you know that."
"No," I said, louder.
"I can't allow any of you to leave the safety of the vehicle," Gregorio said.
"What will you do to stop us?" Doyle asked, his hand on the door handle.
"Shit," she said, and started to get on the radio.
Doyle touched her shoulder. "Do not give away what little surprise we will have."
She let go of the button and just stared at him. "The princess is right. This ambush is meant to lure you to your deaths."
"It is," he said. He turned back to me. "Kiss me, Meredith, my Merry."
I was shaking my head over and over. "No."
"You will not kiss me good-bye?"
I wanted to scream at him that I would not. I would not endorse his stupidity in any way, but in the end, I couldn't let him go without it.
I kissed him, or he kissed me. He kissed me gently, his hands on my face, then he drew me into his arms so that our bodies molded against each other. He drew back with a last chaste kiss on my lips.
Rhys said, "My turn."
I turned to him with tears glittering in my eyes. I would not cry, not yet. Rhys's face was so sad, gentle but so sad. He kissed me delicately, then he grabbed me fiercely, almost painfully, and kissed me as if my lips were food and water and air, and he would die without my kiss. I fell into the fierceness of his mouth, his hands, and his body, and when he finally broke away, we were both breathless.
"Wow," Gregorio said, then said, "sorry.
"Would you rather they all die?" I asked.
"We can help them, Meredith," Doyle said.
I turned to him. "That's what he wants, Doyle. You know that. He's hurting the soldiers to lure us out."
"Yes, Meredith," he said, cupping my face with his free hand, "and it is a good trap."
I shook my head, moving back from his touch. "The soldiers are supposed to protect us."
"They are dying to protect us," he said.
My throat was tight, and my eyes burned. "No," I whispered.
"You will stay inside this truck, no matter what happens, Meredith. You must not get out."
"Once you are dead, they will drag me out. They will drag me out and kill me and your unborn children."
He flinched, something I had never seen before. The Darkness did not flinch. "That was harsh, My Princess."
"Truth is often harsh," I said, and let him hear my anger.
"She's right, Captain," Rhys said.
"Would you let them die in our place?" Doyle asked.
Rhys sighed, then kissed me on the cheek. "I will follow where my captain leads, you know that."
"No," I said, louder.
"I can't allow any of you to leave the safety of the vehicle," Gregorio said.
"What will you do to stop us?" Doyle asked, his hand on the door handle.
"Shit," she said, and started to get on the radio.
Doyle touched her shoulder. "Do not give away what little surprise we will have."
She let go of the button and just stared at him. "The princess is right. This ambush is meant to lure you to your deaths."
"It is," he said. He turned back to me. "Kiss me, Meredith, my Merry."
I was shaking my head over and over. "No."
"You will not kiss me good-bye?"
I wanted to scream at him that I would not. I would not endorse his stupidity in any way, but in the end, I couldn't let him go without it.
I kissed him, or he kissed me. He kissed me gently, his hands on my face, then he drew me into his arms so that our bodies molded against each other. He drew back with a last chaste kiss on my lips.
Rhys said, "My turn."
I turned to him with tears glittering in my eyes. I would not cry, not yet. Rhys's face was so sad, gentle but so sad. He kissed me delicately, then he grabbed me fiercely, almost painfully, and kissed me as if my lips were food and water and air, and he would die without my kiss. I fell into the fierceness of his mouth, his hands, and his body, and when he finally broke away, we were both breathless.
"Wow," Gregorio said, then said, "sorry.