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

t-shirt with the logo тАЬCome Along QuietlyтАЭтАФan alarming choice for a physician.

He peered at the thermometer, cleared it, then promptly stuck it in my mouth again. тАЬBy the way, I
tested all the equipment on myself before you guys got here, so we know it worksтАжnow what were we
talking about? Oh, yeahтАФSinclair. You should see this guy, Jessica. He looks like the Prince of
Darkness and he moves like a matador. I was sweating just looking at him.тАЭ

тАЬYum,тАЭ Jessica said, impressed.

тАЬDonтАЩt forget, heтАЩs a hundred years old,тАЭ I sneered.

тАЬMore like sixty-three, so heтАЩs got a lifetime of wisdom and street smarts, not to mention years of
experience fucking every which way a guy can think up, to go with a nice, hard, powerful, eternally young
body. Jesus, IтАЩm gonna have to quit talking about this before I need to sit down.тАЭ

тАЬPlease,тАЭ I said thinly. I hadnтАЩt thought about the experience factor minus the ick factor of a wrinkled,
decrepit body. Which was probably hiding under those superbly tailored suits! тАЬBesides, it doesnтАЩt
matter a purple crap what Sinclair wants. IтАЩm not playing vamp politics. IтАЩm minding my own business,
and he sure as shit better mind his.тАЭ

тАЬOr youтАЩll throw him through a concrete cross again,тАЭ Jessica added. тАЬI wish I could have seen it!тАЭ

тАЬNo you donтАЩt. The whole thing was alternatively stupid and frightening. If thatтАЩs what I can expect from
being in a vamp tribe, count me out.тАЭ

Twenty minutes later, Marc was finished. He was looking at me a little strangely, which I pretended not
to notice. He had watched me climb a building with little surprise, handled being my dinner well enough,
and insinuated himself into my home with no fuss, but the scientist in him was finally facing
black-and-white facts, and that was a little daunting.

тАЬWell.тАЭ He cleared his throat. тАЬYour blood pressure is ten over five, your Babinski reflex is nonexistent,
your temperature is eightyтАФwhich is why your handshake is so darned clammyтАФrespirations are four,
and your pulse is six. All incompatible with life. Which means you have to watch your ass, BetsтАФif
youтАЩre found during the day and somebody freaks and calls an ambulance, a doctor is going to
pronounce you at the scene, and then itтАЩs hello, morgue.тАЭ

Jessica was staring. тАЬYou only take a breath four times a minute?тАЭ

тАЬI guess,тАЭ I said defensively. тАЬI donтАЩt think about it. I mean, cтАЩmonтАжdo you think about your breathing,
unless youтАЩve got a cold or something?тАЭ

тАЬAnd sheтАЩs not clammy,тАЭ Jess said loyally. тАЬTouching her isтАФis like lying in a cool shade.тАЭ

тАЬClammy,тАЭ I said glumly. тАЬNice save on the shade thing, though.тАЭ

тАЬBut. Although your vitals are incompatible with life, youтАЩre super strong, inhumanly agile, and on a
liquid diet. ThereтАЩs very little activity at a cellular levelтАФso youтАЩve stopped aging. Not to mention
excreting. You havenтАЩt taken a piss since you diedтАФwhich makes no sense, because you drink liquids all
day longтАФyou donтАЩt sweat, and you donтАЩt cry. Jessica said you canтАЩt drink canned blood. So there must
be something about freshтАФlivingтАФblood that keeps you going. Is it the electrolytes? The pure energy