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at his throat, sucking harder, ignoring his groans and hands that make a feeble attempt to push me away.
I open my mind tohim.Tellme. What have you done to Trish?
His thoughts are muddled,lethargic.Idon tunderstand. I showed you that she is safe.
A trick.I know about your past. I know aboutBoston .
I let him hear the conversation at the police station. There is a shift in his consciousness, an understanding
of what I know to be true. And in the rush of his blood he allows me to see into his soul.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ilet my head fall back onto the headrest and lick the blood from the corners of my mouth. My body
tingles with the infusion of Frey s blood. When I glance over at him, he is leaning back on his seat, too,
and his hand is on his neck. From his expression, though, I don t think he s feeling quite the same things I
am.
 Don t worry, I say, feeling a little sheepish.  I haven t left a mark.
For the first time, I notice the claws retracting as I watch.  Why didn t you stop me?
A brittle smile twists the corners of his own mouth but his eyes are cold.  Believe me, if you had kept at
it a moment longer, I would have. He tugs again at the torn collar of his shirt.  And it s not my neck I m
thinking about. You ve ruined my favorite Perry Ellis shirt.
 I ll buy you a new one.
There is a protracted silence which is finally broken when he swivels on the seat to face me.  Why didn t
you just ask me aboutBoston ?
I feel color flood my face.  I should have. I m sorry. I blow out a breath.  It just seemed too
coincidental-the killings inBoston and now here.
But before I voice any other concerns, I m hit with a realization that sends shock waves rippling along
my spine.
I m not hearing Frey in my headanymore.What shappening?
But he just sits there, an expression of anger, irritation and disappointment stamped on his face.Then the
expression changes.  Oh, you get it now, huh? We can t communicate that way anymore. You ve
ingested my blood. You ve broken the link. Now we have to communicate this way. You are such a pain
in the ass.
 Broken the link? What does that mean? I look down at my hands.  Jesus. Am I partshapeshifter
now?
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 Don t you think you should have asked that question before you attacked me?
His tone is scalding. My face must betray the anxiety I m feeling because he relents with an abrupt wave
of his hand.  No. You are not partshapeshifter . Vampires only consume the essence of their supernatural
victims, not the physical manifestations. But in some cases, like this one, it creates a barrier that prohibits
thought transference. I don t know why. It just happens.
 Does that mean I won t be able to communicate with allshapeshifters ? I m thinking of Culebra now.
 No. His look is pointed.  Only those you feed from.
Is that a relief? I m not sure. I crank the engine over and look around. I can t believe I lost control so
completely that I attacked Frey in the middle of a parking lot in broad daylight. Granted, it is a lower lot
and we don t seem to have attracted anyone s attention, but it was a stupid thing to do.
I pull out and head back for the freeway. This time I make sure no one is following. In fact, I don t take
a direct route toBalboaPark , but a circuitous one. From the stadium, I take 15 to 8, get off atRosecrans
, switch toSports Arena Boulevard , and takeNimitz south toHarbor Drive , Market to 6th. No one car is
behind us the entire drive.
When I turn into the Park, Frey speaks for the first time since we left the stadium.
 I think you should let Trish stay here, he says.
 You trust these people?
He nods.  Yes.With my life.
I m approaching the parking lot in front of the museums that line the ElPrado . As usual, thereare no
spaces right in front, and I have to wind my way down towards the organ pavilion to find a place to park.
Once we do, I turn in the seat to face Frey.
 Who are these people you work with? What are they?
 Humans, mostly.
 Humans?
He rolls his shoulders.  You ll see. There are alsoshapeshifters , seers,vampires . He raises an
eyebrow.  You ll no doubt recognize one in particular.
 Because he s a vampire?
But Frey has opened the door and is standing with an impatient scowl beside the car.  Let s go. I
thought you were anxious to see Trish.
I am.
And I m not. How am I going to tell her about her mother?
Frey has already started down the sidewalk, so I rush to catch up with him. The park is full of people,
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