"P. N. Elrod - Vampire Files 01 - Bloodlist" - читать интересную книгу автора (Elrod P N)

The lapping of water on the shore sounded loudly in my ears. Far out on

the silver lake, the streamlined shape of a rich man's yacht glided

slowly east and disappeared behind an intervening point of land. My left

hand twitched and clenched. I made it open again. The palm had more than

a dozen puckered red circles on it. More scars, and I couldn't think of

how I'd acquired them or what might have caused them. At least they

didn't hurt. My right hand was also damaged with a narrow pink welt like

a nearly healed cut just above the knuckles. It, too, was painless.

Cautiously I spread a hand over my heart. It should have been banging

away like a trapped bird, but there was nothing, nothing but the scar
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and still night-cool flesh.

I rebuttoned the shirt, not wanting to look or speculate anymore and

stared helplessly at the lake. It gave no answers or comfort so I opened

the driver's door and slid behind the wheel. I rubbed my face and was

surprised at the heaviness of the beard there. Reaching over, I swiveled

the rearview mirror around and stared with an icy shock of comprehension

at the empty glass.

No.

Please, God, no.

Death had come to me that night, unexpected and unfair. Death had

changed me, then left, taking with it the memory of that supreme moment

we all must face. Eyes shut, I hung on to the steering wheel and vainly

tried to adjust emotionally to what had once been a distant and purely