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

He took the phone out of her hand, moving so quickly she didn'trealize he'd taken it, until she saw he
was holding the cordless.

Odd. Odd! One second he'd been standing by the kitchen door, the next he wasright in front of her. It
was like watching a home movie, speeded up. Had she started drinking already?

He made a fist, still holding the phone, and then small pieces of plastic were raining down on her tile.

"I'm really, really sorry about this," he said dully. "It won't hurt. Just stand still."

"Whatwon't hurt?"

His hands reached for her throat.




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At the last second, she wriggled out of his grip like a greased fish and kicked his shin pretty hard for a
human. It actually hurt. "What iswrong with you?" she screeched. Her eyes were starry and wild. She
reeked of tension and stress and fury. "Has everyone in this town gone completely nutso bonkers today?"

"Sort of." He took another swipe at herтАФif he could get his hands around her neck, he could end it in
about half a second for herтАФshe'd be in Heaven before she heard the snap. She ducked, and his hands
closed on air. "It doesn't really matter. I'm so sorry. But I have to do this.

You'reтАФI guess you're pretty dangerous. Sorry," he added lamely.

"Jerkoff, you have no idea! Now get the hell out of my house!" She snatched a statuette from the shelf
by her head, and he ducked, but not fast enoughтАФthe five-inch-high Precious Moments figurine hit his
forehead just above his right eye and exploded. By the time he shook the chips out of his hair and wiped
the blood off his brow, she had darted down the hallway.

Grimly, he plodded after her. He didn't much like killingтАФheck, he'd only killed two people in his entire
life, and they'd both been rogue werewolves. That had been a totally different thing, not even in the same
universe as what he was attempting now. He'd been defending the Pack then, and that was entirely
different from snapping this poor girl's neck.

This is defending the Pack, too, buddy. You'd better believe it. Now get your head in the game!

He tried. He really did. He understood intellectually that this sort of thing went against his even-tempered
grain. He also understood that this woman was a threat to his family, his entire way of life. Intellectually.
But he wasn't angry at her, he wasn't scared of her, she wasn't fucking somebody dangerous, he wasn't
defending territory, he wasn't feeling any of the things he needed to feel in order to be okay with breaking
a person's neck.

Not to mention, Sara Gunn was a stone cutie. He really liked her, even on such short acquaintance. He
liked her sass, he liked her scatterbrained good humor, and heloved the way she smelled: like roses