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

wrapped in cotton. Since she was a doctor, he figured she was the comely female embodiment of the
absentminded professor, which was cute all in itself. Another time and place, and he'd be tempted to
charm her into getting a nice hotel room for the day and ...
 He caught up with her in the hallway, but she tripped as he reached for her neck, and he missed again.
Well, of course he did. His heart was so completely not in this, it would have been funny if it wasn't so
fucking depressing.

She kicked out at him from the floor and scrambled away. He reached again, and this timehe tripped,
falling hard enough to rattle his teeth.

Christ, will you geton?Stop drawing this out! Bad enough you have to kill her, you've got toplay cat
and mouse first? Scare her worse than she is? Asshole.

Except she wasn't so much scared as infuriated. Oh, he could smell the fear, an undercurrent beneath her
rage, but she was primarily pissed. He really liked her for it. Any other woman-person!тАФwould have
been gibbering in the corner and begging for their life.

He climbed to his feetтАФonly to be hit in the face with a box of tampons. The white missiles exploded out
of the box and rained down on the floor.

"Get. . .lost!" she shrieked, hurling a perfume bottle at him. This time he did duck, and the bottle
shattered behind him. Instantly the hallway reeked of lavender, and he sneezed.

"Out!"

"I can't," he said, then sneezed again. "You know, if you just stand still a minute, it'll be over inтАФ"

"Fuck you!"

"Right. Well, that's understandable. I mean, I wouldn't stand still for this, either. It's okay," he added
soothingly, if inanely. What, exactly, was okay? Nothing. Not a single goddamned thing.

He followed her into a bedroom and was momentarily startled at the sheer messтАФit looked like
someone had been killed in there. Then he realized that she was just a slob. There were clothes on almost
every surface, and he couldn't tell what color the carpet was because of all the junk on the floor.

There were plenty of things to throw, too, and her aim was frighteningтАФhe was fast, but in her terror
and anger, she was just a bit faster, raining missiles on him and shrieking like a fire alarm. He ducked
about every two out of three, but that still left him vulnerable to: a jar of Noxema, an empty vase that
smelled like stale water and dead flowers, a DVD case(Vertigo), a remote control, an empty box of
Godiva chocolates, a box of computer discs, a hardcover copy of Stephen King'sThe Stand тАФcripes,
how much didthat weigh?

Have you noticed you haven't been able to kill her? Sure, you're phoning it in, but come onтАФyou're a
werewolf in your prime. So how come she's not a corpse*.

His inner voice sounded weirdly like Michael, which made him inclined to ignore it. Normally.

But he realizedтАФon the top of his mind this time, not just the bottomтАФthat it was true. He hadn't been
able to kill her. Every time he got close, she tripped, or he did, or she scored with another missile. His