"Janrae Frank - Dark Brothers of the Light 01 - Blood Rites" - читать интересную книгу автора (Frank Janrae)

deaths of the victims in Mephistis' rites always caused Isranon
physical, mental and emotional pain, therefore he tried hard to avoid
being present when they were being held.
Nevin gave a snort. "There would be no rites to pain you if we
returned to Claw's Valley."
"I would like to go home, but I can't. Mephistis needs me."
"Being with the prince grows more dangerous by the day, Isranon.
His fate will overtake you if you do not leave him."
"When my fate comes for me, it comes. I will accept it like a man,
unflinching."
"That's your father talking. You should shed yourself of it," Nevin
growled in his coarse lycan brogue.
"My father was a good man."
"Your father is a dead man. The three of us should return to the
valley."
"I can't go home. I can't leave Mephistis. I owe him my life."
"He's been taken by the Beast. You've known it for months. The
battle is lost. Let go of it."
"No. I will never leave him. He is my prince and my friend. If fate
decrees that I must die beside him, then I will not flinch from it. I will
meet fate with my honor intact."
"Take hold of life with both your hands and not surrender to fate,
my brother."
Isranon started to answer and stopped as two familiar figures
stepped out of the house. He froze.
"See to your prince," Hoon said. "Anksha was a bit rough."
Anksha laughed, bouncing along beside him.
Then Isranon was running. He found Mephistis, lying badly torn in
the middle of his bed. Isranon immediately started to cut his wrist and
offer it to the prince, but Mephistis stopped him.
"You must fleeтАж AnkshaтАж she's going to take you all. All my
sa'necari."
Isranon felt chilled and hollow, yet that simple stubborn pride that
Mephistis loved squared his shoulders and lifted his chin. "No. You
are my liege-lord. I will stand beside you until death parts us."
"Isranon, be reasonableтАж."
"I am being realistic, my prince," said Isranon, going very formal to
stress his obstinacy. I have nowhere to run to. The Beast would merely
hunt me down. No one escapes her for long. Nevin and Olin would die
trying to defend me. I could not bear that. The Darkness hunts me and
the Light does not want me.
Mephistis sucked in a ragged breath. "I have been a fool. She
caught me riting a mon in her name. This is how she intends to punish
me. AnkshaтАж she wants you especiallyтАж because I love you. Forgive
me."
"Always." Isranon cut his wrist, put it to Mephistis's mouth and the
prince drank. Isranon remained beside him until the prince slept and
then went downstairs where Nevin and Olin waited. They barraged
him with questions, but he simply shook his head.
So it has come to this? That all my hopes are ashes. Isranon felt