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

found in living cellsтАж? I wonder if you harness theтАФтАЭ

тАЬYou canтАЩt use science to explain everything,тАЭ Jessica broke in. тАЬThereтАЩs probably some mystical shit
going on, too.тАЭ

I laughed. тАЬMystical shit? Is that a technical term?тАЭ

We were shrugging into our coats, shutting off the lights, and heading out a side door as quietly as
possible. Marc wasnтАЩt scheduled to work tonight, and he didnтАЩt feel up to answering awkward questions
about the talking dead girl on the exam table.

тАЬI donтАЩt know. IтАЩve never believed in this stuff. Not everтАжshit, I donтАЩt even read science fiction. But
some of the stuff IтАЩve seen at the hospitalтАжas a species, weтАЩre incredibly adaptable. We can survive a
lot of stuff that would kill just about anything else. Maybe youтАЩre a mutation. Maybe a vampire is just
another word forтАФтАЭ

тАЬMutant freak. Very comforting.тАЭ

тАЬMan oh man, the paper I could write about this,тАЭ Marc said. тАЬIтАЩd be famousтАжright before they
checked me into the psych ward for a pleasant year of pureed apricots and finger painting.тАЭ

That gave all of us the giggles. The door slammed behind us and we started walking through the alley
toward the street, when all hell broke loose.

I sensed the problem before Jessica and Marc didтАФthose two didnтАЩt have a clue until the bitch was on
usтАФbut I wasnтАЩt fast enough. There was a blur and then a small, dark-haired woman with the bluest eyes
IтАЩd ever seen had Marc. SheтАЩd locked a forearm across his neck and was bending him back so his throat
was at the level of her mouth. Jessica was facedown in the snowтАФwhile grabbing Marc, Shorty had
shoved her into the wall, knocking her out.

тАЬThe infamous Betsy,тАЭ Shorty purred. She was small, probably about five feet tall. Maybe ninety
pounds. And clearly as strong as an ox on steroids. Her face was unremarkable, even plainтАФaverage
nose, bare bump of a chin, narrow foreheadтАФbut her eyes were astonishing and lovely. Large and the
color of a spring sky, they were fringed with dark, sooty lashes. Her canines were growing while I
watched. тАЬAt last we meet.тАЭ Annoyingly, she did not lisp.

тАЬFriend of yours?тАЭ Marc managed. Half of his air was being cut off and he was bent so far back he was
staring at the stars. He had to be scared shitless, but his tone was just right: casual, unconcerned. I was
very, very proud of him. Frankly, I hadnтАЩt known he was brave until just now. тАЬMaybe an old
schoolтАФglkk!тАФchum?тАЭ

тАЬIтАЩve never seen her before. Listen, Tootsie Roll, you want to let go of my friend before I jam a cross
up your ass.тАЭ

She laughed and tightened her grip. Marc gasped, but didnтАЩt say anything. She licked the side of his
throat and he shuddered while at the same time leaning into her. тАЬOh-ho, this oneтАЩs had a taste, yes? No
wonder youтАЩre keeping him close.тАЭ

тАЬHeтАЩsmy lunch. Go grab your own.тАЭ I took a casual step forward, and she bit him. SavagelyтАФthere
was none of my tentativeness or care. She ripped off an inch-wide swath of skin, spit it out, then gulped