"Mary Janice Davidson - Betsy 01 - Undead And Unwed" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Mary Janice)

тАЬIтАЩm not still alive, itтАЩs none of your business, howтАЩd you find out?тАЭ

тАЬYou must not do such things. You endanger the very ones you would seek to protect.тАЭ

тАЬHas anyone ever told you, you donтАЩt use contractions? Everything is тАШyou areтАЩ and тАШI amтАЩ and тАШyou
wouldтАЩ.тАЭ

тАЬHas anyone ever told you that you lack focus?тАЭ

тАЬSure,тАЭ I said. I drained my tea and set it down, hard. Marc snored on, oblivious. тАЬNow listen up. I
donтАЩt appreciate being grabbed, I sure as shit didnтАЩt care for your digits in my mouthтАФтАЭ
 тАЬIтАЩm tempted to put something else in your mouth this minute,тАЭ he said silkily.

тАЬShut up! And I donтАЩt like you following me and I donтАЩt like you putting my friends to sleep.тАЭ

тАЬHe is not your friend. You only met this evening.тАЭ

тАЬHeтАЩs a friend I havenтАЩt known very long, all right? Now buzz off. I can take care of myself, I donтАЩt
need you, I donтАЩt want youтАФтАЭ

тАЬAll lies.тАЭ

тАЬтАФand I donтАЩt want your stupid vampire tribes, either. Just because IтАЩm dead doesnтАЩt mean I canтАЩt
have a life.тАЭ Sinclair blinked at that one, and I hurried on before he could interrupt again. тАЬYeah, I told
my family I wasnтАЩt deadтАжwhy the hell not? TheyтАЩre not going to stake me in the middle of the
nightтАФwell, my real parents wonтАЩt. IтАЩm coping as well as I can, thanks fornothing , and I donтАЩt plan on
hooking up with any of you undead losers.тАЭ

тАЬFinished?тАЭ

тАЬUhтАжтАЭ LetтАЩs seeтАжcan take care of myselfтАжitтАЩs my business who I tellтАжundead losersтАж тАЬYeah.тАЭ

тАЬWe will speak again. There will come a time, Miss Rogue, when you will badly need my help. I hold
no grudges, and will gladly give it.тАЭ He grinned at me. It was terrifyingтАжall white teeth and glowing eyes.
тАЬProvided you let me put something in your mouth again. Good night.тАЭ

Poof! Vanished. Or he moved so quickly I couldnтАЩt track him. Either way, he was gone, I was shaking
with rage andтАФoh, no!тАФlust, and Marc was drooling on the Formica.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN



A few days passed without incident, which was apparently too much for my old pain in the ass, Jessica,
and my new pain, Marc. The excitement of my return from the dead had died down, no vampire baddies
had come knocking, my relationship with my stepmother and father remained the same (she ignored me,
he sent checks), and that was just too darned staid for my pals.

I introduced them and, after they bristled at each other for an hour, they decided to share me. I stayed