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The Harlequin :: Гамильтон Лорел
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«So we can talkabout them now, but later, when they leave, it's forbidden to mention them?»
«Oui.»
«That's insane.»
«It is law.»
«Have I told you recently that some of the vampire laws are stupid?»
«You have never put it quite that way.»
«Well, I'm putting it that way now.»
«Come home, ma petite , or better yet, come to Guilty Pleasures. I will tell you more of the history of the Harlequin when I have you safe with me. We should be safe. It is a white mask. We are expected to act as if there is nothing wrong. So I will finish my work night.»
«You've fed the ardeur . You're done for the night.»
«There are still acts to manage and my voice to lend to a microphone.»
«Fine. Well be there.»
Nathaniel whispered, «They're coming over.»
I glanced up to find the couple that had been staring so hard walking toward us. They didn't look dangerous, and they were definitely human. I whispered into the telephone, «Are all the Harlequin vamps?»
«To my knowledge, why?»
«We've got a pair of humans walking toward us.»
«Come to me, ma petite , and bring Nathaniel.»
«Love ya,» I said.
«And I you.»
We hung up so I could give my attention to the couple. The woman was petite and blond, and embarrassed and eager at the same time. The man was grumpy, or embarrassed.
«You're Brandon,» she said to Nathaniel.
He admitted it, and I watched his stage smile come on line. He was happy to see her, and all the worry was just gone. He was on.
I didn't really have an «on» face. I wasn't really sure what I was supposed to do while strange women came up and said things to my boyfriend.
«But you were on stage, too,» she said, turning to me. I'd been recognized as Anita Blake, vampire hunter, zombie raiser, but never from that one night I'd gone on stage at Guilty Pleasures. Nathaniel had picked me out of the crowd instead of some stranger. I'd agreed to it, but I hadn't wanted to do it again.
I nodded. «Once.» I felt Nathaniel tense beside me. I should have just said yes. Nathaniel worried that I was embarrassed by him, and I wasn't. It was fine that he was a stripper, but it wasn't my gig. I was not nearly exhibitionist enough for it.
«I'd finally persuaded Greg to go with me to the club, and he was glad he came, weren't you?» She turned to the grumpy boyfriend.
He finally nodded, and he wouldn't look at me. Definitely embarrassed. That made two of us.
«So we can talkabout them now, but later, when they leave, it's forbidden to mention them?»
«Oui.»
«That's insane.»
«It is law.»
«Have I told you recently that some of the vampire laws are stupid?»
«You have never put it quite that way.»
«Well, I'm putting it that way now.»
«Come home, ma petite , or better yet, come to Guilty Pleasures. I will tell you more of the history of the Harlequin when I have you safe with me. We should be safe. It is a white mask. We are expected to act as if there is nothing wrong. So I will finish my work night.»
«You've fed the ardeur . You're done for the night.»
«There are still acts to manage and my voice to lend to a microphone.»
«Fine. Well be there.»
Nathaniel whispered, «They're coming over.»
I glanced up to find the couple that had been staring so hard walking toward us. They didn't look dangerous, and they were definitely human. I whispered into the telephone, «Are all the Harlequin vamps?»
«To my knowledge, why?»
«We've got a pair of humans walking toward us.»
«Come to me, ma petite , and bring Nathaniel.»
«Love ya,» I said.
«And I you.»
We hung up so I could give my attention to the couple. The woman was petite and blond, and embarrassed and eager at the same time. The man was grumpy, or embarrassed.
«You're Brandon,» she said to Nathaniel.
He admitted it, and I watched his stage smile come on line. He was happy to see her, and all the worry was just gone. He was on.
I didn't really have an «on» face. I wasn't really sure what I was supposed to do while strange women came up and said things to my boyfriend.
«But you were on stage, too,» she said, turning to me. I'd been recognized as Anita Blake, vampire hunter, zombie raiser, but never from that one night I'd gone on stage at Guilty Pleasures. Nathaniel had picked me out of the crowd instead of some stranger. I'd agreed to it, but I hadn't wanted to do it again.
I nodded. «Once.» I felt Nathaniel tense beside me. I should have just said yes. Nathaniel worried that I was embarrassed by him, and I wasn't. It was fine that he was a stripper, but it wasn't my gig. I was not nearly exhibitionist enough for it.
«I'd finally persuaded Greg to go with me to the club, and he was glad he came, weren't you?» She turned to the grumpy boyfriend.
He finally nodded, and he wouldn't look at me. Definitely embarrassed. That made two of us.