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awoke and noticed my absence.
As I sneezed and got to my feet the air shimmered and collected itself, darkening into the figure of a
swarthy man with dark, curly hair, a short, pointed beard, glittering blue eyes, an Elizabethan ruff, a
scarlet-and-gold doublet, and what surely must have been a greatly exaggerated codpiece. I grounded
the spirit and gathered up my coat.
"Mi amor!My beautiful one! You 'ave at last succumbed to my charms and you draw me forth!" His
voice was a pleasant tenor with a heavy Spanish accent. I pegged him for one of the Spanish courtiers
who hung aroundElizabeth 's court before the armada took a drubbing.
"What's your name?" I asked as I shoved my arms into my coat.
He kissed his hand to me. "I am Antonio de Gutierrez, Count de Seville and your most 'umble servant."
He made a deep, flourish-laden bow.
"You have ten seconds to explain why you insisted I Summon you."
"Mi corazón," he said, his hand over his heart, his eyes filled with amorous longing. "You 'ave only to
ask, and I will attend. I saw you in the arms of that peon, that Dark One, and I knew you were meant for
me. You are a Summoner! You have the same fire in your 'eart as I 'ave in mine. Who else could 'ave
brought me forth from the dark and dismal existence I 'ave suffered these many centuries?"
I shook a small, squat candle at him. "Look here, no one I repeat,no one is allowed to watch when
Christian and I& er& when we're alone together. Everyone got that?"
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Esme nodded. Jem floated in a cross-legged position about six inches away from the TV. Alis started
screaming at a small ceramic cat that sat in one of the bookcases. Mr. Woogums licked his private parts.
"Good. Now, as for you& " I turned back to Antonio. He flung himself toward the door and struck a
seductive pose before it. "I don't have the time to stay and hear your story, or figure out what it is you
need to move on, so this is going to have to be quick. Either you agree to stay right here, in this room,
without stepping spectral foot from it, or I'll bind you to this candle."
He stared at the candle. It had herbs mixed into the wax, and had a pleasing scent reminiscent of
frankincense. "You could not find something a bit more masculine?A bit more dashing?"
"No. It's either the candle or stay in this room without leaving. The choice is yours."
He made a pretty pout, which quickly turned into a full-frontal leer. "I will agree to your demands, my
fiery one, but it is only because I live to please you."
"You're dead," I pointed out as I grabbed my purse. "All right, everyone, be good. I'll be back as soon
as I can. And remember the bobbles! The first one of you who steps out of line will be bobbled for a
whole week!"
Esme gasped and put a hand to her cheek. Alis and Jem ignored me. Antonio upped the wattage in his
leer and waggled his eyebrows in a manner I was sure he felt was breathtakingly provocative.
"Mi corazón, would you not care to 'ave a little discussion with me in a private little room I know of? It
would not take long, perhaps 'alf an 'our or so. You will take off your clothes, and I will take off my
clothes, and then we will "
"No! Now stay here and behave."
He gave me a look that had he been alive would have melted steel. "You do not know what you will be
missing, but me, I will be patient. Soon you will be mine! Soon you will look at me and demand I
pleasure you as I 'ave pleasured so many other women." He stopped suddenly, muttering something
under his breath."Women that meant nothing to me, nothing at all. I cannot even remember them, so
dazzling is your beauty."
I shooed him away from the door with an exasperated sigh. He posed next to the Greek bust, stacking
his hands on top of it and resting his chin on his hands, donning an expression that would have been
irresistible had he been living.
"Oh, for heaven's& Antonio, you're dead. I'm alive. Even if I wanted to, and I can tell you that Christian
is more than enough man for any woman, there is no way I can be yours. The sooner you get that idea
through your head, the happier we'll both be. So stop giving me those seductive little looks and put your
codpiece on ice. I've got more important things to do than to beat off a five-hundred-year-old Romeo."
"Antonio, not Romeo," he said mournfully, looking at me with wounded puppy-dog eyes.
"Gah!"I shouted,then made my escape before he propositioned me again.
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"Good night, Nelly," I snorted as I closed the door, locking it with the key Christian had given me earlier.
"I beg your pardon, miss?"
I hurriedly slipped on my glasses and smiled at Turner, one of the two people who took care of Christian
when he stayed inLondon ."Nothing. Is my taxi here?" [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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awoke and noticed my absence.
As I sneezed and got to my feet the air shimmered and collected itself, darkening into the figure of a
swarthy man with dark, curly hair, a short, pointed beard, glittering blue eyes, an Elizabethan ruff, a
scarlet-and-gold doublet, and what surely must have been a greatly exaggerated codpiece. I grounded
the spirit and gathered up my coat.
"Mi amor!My beautiful one! You 'ave at last succumbed to my charms and you draw me forth!" His
voice was a pleasant tenor with a heavy Spanish accent. I pegged him for one of the Spanish courtiers
who hung aroundElizabeth 's court before the armada took a drubbing.
"What's your name?" I asked as I shoved my arms into my coat.
He kissed his hand to me. "I am Antonio de Gutierrez, Count de Seville and your most 'umble servant."
He made a deep, flourish-laden bow.
"You have ten seconds to explain why you insisted I Summon you."
"Mi corazón," he said, his hand over his heart, his eyes filled with amorous longing. "You 'ave only to
ask, and I will attend. I saw you in the arms of that peon, that Dark One, and I knew you were meant for
me. You are a Summoner! You have the same fire in your 'eart as I 'ave in mine. Who else could 'ave
brought me forth from the dark and dismal existence I 'ave suffered these many centuries?"
I shook a small, squat candle at him. "Look here, no one I repeat,no one is allowed to watch when
Christian and I& er& when we're alone together. Everyone got that?"
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Esme nodded. Jem floated in a cross-legged position about six inches away from the TV. Alis started
screaming at a small ceramic cat that sat in one of the bookcases. Mr. Woogums licked his private parts.
"Good. Now, as for you& " I turned back to Antonio. He flung himself toward the door and struck a
seductive pose before it. "I don't have the time to stay and hear your story, or figure out what it is you
need to move on, so this is going to have to be quick. Either you agree to stay right here, in this room,
without stepping spectral foot from it, or I'll bind you to this candle."
He stared at the candle. It had herbs mixed into the wax, and had a pleasing scent reminiscent of
frankincense. "You could not find something a bit more masculine?A bit more dashing?"
"No. It's either the candle or stay in this room without leaving. The choice is yours."
He made a pretty pout, which quickly turned into a full-frontal leer. "I will agree to your demands, my
fiery one, but it is only because I live to please you."
"You're dead," I pointed out as I grabbed my purse. "All right, everyone, be good. I'll be back as soon
as I can. And remember the bobbles! The first one of you who steps out of line will be bobbled for a
whole week!"
Esme gasped and put a hand to her cheek. Alis and Jem ignored me. Antonio upped the wattage in his
leer and waggled his eyebrows in a manner I was sure he felt was breathtakingly provocative.
"Mi corazón, would you not care to 'ave a little discussion with me in a private little room I know of? It
would not take long, perhaps 'alf an 'our or so. You will take off your clothes, and I will take off my
clothes, and then we will "
"No! Now stay here and behave."
He gave me a look that had he been alive would have melted steel. "You do not know what you will be
missing, but me, I will be patient. Soon you will be mine! Soon you will look at me and demand I
pleasure you as I 'ave pleasured so many other women." He stopped suddenly, muttering something
under his breath."Women that meant nothing to me, nothing at all. I cannot even remember them, so
dazzling is your beauty."
I shooed him away from the door with an exasperated sigh. He posed next to the Greek bust, stacking
his hands on top of it and resting his chin on his hands, donning an expression that would have been
irresistible had he been living.
"Oh, for heaven's& Antonio, you're dead. I'm alive. Even if I wanted to, and I can tell you that Christian
is more than enough man for any woman, there is no way I can be yours. The sooner you get that idea
through your head, the happier we'll both be. So stop giving me those seductive little looks and put your
codpiece on ice. I've got more important things to do than to beat off a five-hundred-year-old Romeo."
"Antonio, not Romeo," he said mournfully, looking at me with wounded puppy-dog eyes.
"Gah!"I shouted,then made my escape before he propositioned me again.
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"Good night, Nelly," I snorted as I closed the door, locking it with the key Christian had given me earlier.
"I beg your pardon, miss?"
I hurriedly slipped on my glasses and smiled at Turner, one of the two people who took care of Christian
when he stayed inLondon ."Nothing. Is my taxi here?" [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]