"Mary Janice Davidson - Wyndham Werewolves 03 - Derik's Bane" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Mary Janice)

"Yeah, I live out there with those guys. Michael's my best friend." Was? Is?Save the world first, he
reminded himself.Then you can worry about it. "He's a really great guy, and his wife is supercool. You
should try to get out to see him sometime."

"I'm going when I'm twenty." The age of consent, for werewolves. Eighteen was too damned young;
everybody knew that. "I'm going to see if he needs a bodyguard, or maybe Lara will." The boy hugged
himself and smiled. "I can't wait! I bet it's so cool, living in a mansion with all the boss weres."

"It's pretty great," Derik admitted. And it had been, until he'd fucked it up. Until he'd gotten the idea in
his head that he could be a boss were. Dumb ass. "I'll put in a good word for you, if you want."

"Would you?" The boy's eyes, already big, went huge. "That'd be great. Thanks a lot."

"What do your folks think about your ambition?"

"Oh." The boy waved his parents away in the careless manner of preadolescents. "Mom wants me to
stay out here and go to USC. Dad says I should aspire to more than being a 'spear carrier,' that's what
he calls it. But I don't care. They're doing whatthey like. Now it's my turn. I mean, it will be."

"Well, while you're waiting to turn twenty, you could take a year or two of college, see if it suits you."

Terry shrugged.

"Terry! Get out of there and let the man have some privacy."

Terry sniffed the air. "Also, cookies are almost ready," he muttered.

"And cookies are almost ready! So get out here!"

Derik cracked up when the boy rolled his eyes and walked out, closing the door behind him. Jesus, had
he ever been that young?

Sure he had; he and Michael and Moira had practically been littermates. Man, the shit they used to
pull... it's a wonder Michael's mom hadn't drowned them all.

He picked up the phone and punched in the main number of the mansion.

"Wyndham residence," Jeannie answered, sounding harassed.

"Hey, Jeannie, it's me, DтАФ"

"Lara! No! Don't you dare jump from thereтАФ don't you dare! Hello?"

"Uh, yeah, Jean, it's me, DтАФ"

"Lara! I don't care if your dad does it all the time. Your dad's an idiot! And if you think I'm wasting my
afternoon by driving you to the E.R.тАФhello?"

"It's Derik!" he hollered. "Can you patch me through to Antonia's house, please?"