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The Killing Dance :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 226 из 285I knew that this man walked in a circle of his own creation. Saw a version of reality that would send the rest of us screaming. But he functioned, and he didn't scream.
"This is Harley," Edward said. He introduced us all, as if it was an ordinary meeting.
I stared at Harley's pale eyes and realized that he scared me. It had been a long time since another human being frightened me just by entering a room.
Richard offered his hand, and Harley simply looked at it. I wanted to explain to Richard why he shouldn't have made the gesture, but I wasn't sure I could.
I did not offer to shake hands.
"I found out the name of the money man behind the attempts on your life," Edward said. He said it without preamble.
Three of us stared at him. Harley, disquietly, kept staring at me. "What did you say?" I asked.
"I know who we have to kill."
"Who?" I asked.
"Marcus Fletcher. The head of our local werewolf pack." He smiled, pleased with himself, on the effect the news was having on Richard.
"You're sure?" Richard said. "Absolutely sure?"
Edward nodded, studying Richard's face. "Does he hate you enough to kill Anita?"
"I didn't think so." Richard turned to me, the look on his face stricken, horrified. "My God, I never dreamt he'd do something like this. Why?"
"How well would you have fought tonight with Ma petite dead?" Jean-Claude asked.
Richard stared at him so obviously overwhelmed by the dastardliness of what Marcus had done that I wanted to pat his head and tell him it was all right. I nearly get killed twice and I wanted to comfort him. Love is just plain stupid sometimes.
"It's all so convenient," Edward said, with a happy lilt to his voice.
"What do you mean?" Richard asked.
"He means you are supposed to kill him tonight, Richard, so we don't have to," I said.
"I just can't believe that Marcus would do something so. ."
"Evil," I suggested.
He nodded.
"It would seem more Raina's sort of idea than Marcus's," Jean-Claude said.
"It's twisted enough for her," I said.
"Marcus could have said no," Richard said. He ran his hands through his hair, combing it back from his face. His handsome face was set in very stubborn lines. "This has got to stop. He'll do anything she asks, anything, and she's crazy."
My eyes flicked to Harley. I couldn't help it. He caught my look and smiled. I didn't know exactly what he was thinking, but it wasn't pleasant and it wasn't pretty.
"This is Harley," Edward said. He introduced us all, as if it was an ordinary meeting.
I stared at Harley's pale eyes and realized that he scared me. It had been a long time since another human being frightened me just by entering a room.
Richard offered his hand, and Harley simply looked at it. I wanted to explain to Richard why he shouldn't have made the gesture, but I wasn't sure I could.
I did not offer to shake hands.
"I found out the name of the money man behind the attempts on your life," Edward said. He said it without preamble.
Three of us stared at him. Harley, disquietly, kept staring at me. "What did you say?" I asked.
"I know who we have to kill."
"Who?" I asked.
"Marcus Fletcher. The head of our local werewolf pack." He smiled, pleased with himself, on the effect the news was having on Richard.
"You're sure?" Richard said. "Absolutely sure?"
Edward nodded, studying Richard's face. "Does he hate you enough to kill Anita?"
"I didn't think so." Richard turned to me, the look on his face stricken, horrified. "My God, I never dreamt he'd do something like this. Why?"
"How well would you have fought tonight with Ma petite dead?" Jean-Claude asked.
Richard stared at him so obviously overwhelmed by the dastardliness of what Marcus had done that I wanted to pat his head and tell him it was all right. I nearly get killed twice and I wanted to comfort him. Love is just plain stupid sometimes.
"It's all so convenient," Edward said, with a happy lilt to his voice.
"What do you mean?" Richard asked.
"He means you are supposed to kill him tonight, Richard, so we don't have to," I said.
"I just can't believe that Marcus would do something so. ."
"Evil," I suggested.
He nodded.
"It would seem more Raina's sort of idea than Marcus's," Jean-Claude said.
"It's twisted enough for her," I said.
"Marcus could have said no," Richard said. He ran his hands through his hair, combing it back from his face. His handsome face was set in very stubborn lines. "This has got to stop. He'll do anything she asks, anything, and she's crazy."
My eyes flicked to Harley. I couldn't help it. He caught my look and smiled. I didn't know exactly what he was thinking, but it wasn't pleasant and it wasn't pretty.