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Swallowing Darkness :: Гамильтон Лорел
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I didn't even look at her, only at Rhys. "Don't go."
The door opened behind me, and I turned in time to see Doyle sliding out. I whispered, "If I am your queen, then I can order you to stay."
Doyle leaned back in the doorway. "I vowed never again to listen to humans die screaming for my cause, Meredith."
"Doyle, please."
"You are now and always will be my Merry." Then he was gone.
A sound escaped my lips that was almost a cry, but it was not a sound that I ever wanted to hear from my own mouth.
The door opened on the other side of me, and I turned to see Rhys climbing out. "Rhys, no!"
He smiled at me. "Know that I would have stayed, but I cannot let him go without me. He is my captain, and has been for more than a thousand years. And he's right. I too vowed never to let humans die for me again. It was wrong then, and it's still wrong." He reached in, touched my face.
I held his hand against my cheek. "Don't go."
"Know that I love you more than honor, but Doyle wouldn't be Doyle if he felt the same way."
The first tear trailed, hot and painful, down my face as he drew his hand away. I held on to him with both hands on his one. "Rhys, please, for the love of the Goddess, please!"
"I love you, Merry. I've loved you since you were sixteen."
I thought I would choke on the next words, but I got them out, "I love you too. Don't you die on me."
He grinned, and it almost reached his eyes. "I'll do my best." Then he was gone into the night, and the sound of fighting.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Gregorio turned around in her seat and grabbed my arm. She held on tightly. She thought she knew what I was thinking, but she didn't. I was mortal, and I knew it. But I was also part brownie and part human, which meant I could do magic inside the car. I could do every bit of magic I had, and not suffer. I didn't want to get out of the car. I needed to lure Cel to the car.
If I could get him close enough, I could kill him but be surrounded by metal, so that his magic could not harm me. We could turn the trap against him. If only we could figure out how to lure him to me. If I'd thought of it before Doyle and Rhys got out of the car, they would have done it, but I'd been too emotional. Goddess, help me think of something!
"Gregorio," I said, "I need to lure the prince to me, to this car."
"Are you crazy? He's making people bleed from a distance."
"We both have a version of the hand of blood. It runs in the family.
I didn't even look at her, only at Rhys. "Don't go."
The door opened behind me, and I turned in time to see Doyle sliding out. I whispered, "If I am your queen, then I can order you to stay."
Doyle leaned back in the doorway. "I vowed never again to listen to humans die screaming for my cause, Meredith."
"Doyle, please."
"You are now and always will be my Merry." Then he was gone.
A sound escaped my lips that was almost a cry, but it was not a sound that I ever wanted to hear from my own mouth.
The door opened on the other side of me, and I turned to see Rhys climbing out. "Rhys, no!"
He smiled at me. "Know that I would have stayed, but I cannot let him go without me. He is my captain, and has been for more than a thousand years. And he's right. I too vowed never to let humans die for me again. It was wrong then, and it's still wrong." He reached in, touched my face.
I held his hand against my cheek. "Don't go."
"Know that I love you more than honor, but Doyle wouldn't be Doyle if he felt the same way."
The first tear trailed, hot and painful, down my face as he drew his hand away. I held on to him with both hands on his one. "Rhys, please, for the love of the Goddess, please!"
"I love you, Merry. I've loved you since you were sixteen."
I thought I would choke on the next words, but I got them out, "I love you too. Don't you die on me."
He grinned, and it almost reached his eyes. "I'll do my best." Then he was gone into the night, and the sound of fighting.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Gregorio turned around in her seat and grabbed my arm. She held on tightly. She thought she knew what I was thinking, but she didn't. I was mortal, and I knew it. But I was also part brownie and part human, which meant I could do magic inside the car. I could do every bit of magic I had, and not suffer. I didn't want to get out of the car. I needed to lure Cel to the car.
If I could get him close enough, I could kill him but be surrounded by metal, so that his magic could not harm me. We could turn the trap against him. If only we could figure out how to lure him to me. If I'd thought of it before Doyle and Rhys got out of the car, they would have done it, but I'd been too emotional. Goddess, help me think of something!
"Gregorio," I said, "I need to lure the prince to me, to this car."
"Are you crazy? He's making people bleed from a distance."
"We both have a version of the hand of blood. It runs in the family.