"Banks, L A - Vampire Huntress 4 - 2005 - Bitten" - читать интересную книгу автора (Banks L. A)

When she hissed and held both sides of her head and glared at him, he could feel
hot tears begin to form in his eyes. He could call on the Almighty, but the
Neteru couldn't? What the hell had he done?
She was sitting up now, seeming thoroughly annoyed. When she stood to fetch her
white silk nightgown, she almost glided; her stride was so smooth, supernatural.
Horrified, he watched her sashay out to the deck and turn her face up toward the
moon, as though to bay at it.
"I'm going to get us something before the sun fries us both," she muttered, and
then was gone.

It took him a moment to process what he'd just witnessed. The edge of his lair
was built into a cliff with no passable roads leading to it. But she'd walked
down the stairs to the mountainside and was nowhere to be found in the dense,
tropical foliage. However, he was painfully aware that the sounds of the night
had gone still. She'd turned. Even the creatures knew it.
Instantly, he sheathed himself with a pair of pants and his boots. Near dawn,
his woman newly turned, and he was running around two quarts low on blood.
Carlos rounded the deck, stood out on the cliffs, and willed Damali's return. If
he'd made her, then she had to come when he calledЕ Then again, she still had a
lot of Neteru running through her, not to mention general-purpose stubbornness
that not even the underworld could probably sway. But what had gone wrong?
Marlene had told them both that Damali was immune. All Neterus were supposed to
be able to take a bite and survive it, unturned. He'd held off until she'd
crossed over to full huntressЕ and when did she die? In his arms?
Memories bound him as he thought back on night after night of sweet indulgence
with her, no will as her barrier, no prayers to protect her from him; he was
welcomed, wanted, considered a Dark Guardian, but approved by the team,
nonethelessЕ and deep down, she'd found his Achilles' heel, the one thing that
he knew he could never have with her. A true vampiric bite, in the throes, at
the moment of truthЧsomething he had not allowed any female vamp in his
territory to do to him, yetЕ Something that, until now, Damali would never be
able to doЕ or so he thought. Guilt stabbed at him. If he'd done this to her,
God help him.
Yet, at the same time, what she'd done to him had been so powerful, totally
unforgettable. So where did that leave them? Between another rock and a damned
hard place. One taste of that was not going to be enough. That was raw truth.
Lying to himself about it wasn't a viable option. He had to take her home,
before she came to him like this again.
He had to get Marlene to give her something to turn her back, if there was such
a potion or spellЧwhich meant confessing how and when he'd seen her first crest
of fangs. Yeah, rightЕ explain to this girl's mother-seer that he'd been
hard-rocking her Neteru's world every night for almost a month, siphoning a pint
from her until one night she had bitten him? Marlene was gonna have a cow and
Shabazz would rightfully mount a posse of Damali's big brothers with stakes in
their hands. He couldn't blame them.
But they were the least of his worries. Father Patrick and the Covenant would go
nuts and the Vampire CouncilЕ there were no words. He was supposed to be
protecting their vessel until her next cycle, a ruse to buy him, Damali, and her
crew some time. This was not supposed to happen.
But he could have sworn that he felt her ripening right underneath him. The