"Janrae Frank - Dark Brothers of the Light 02 - Bloood Heresy" - читать интересную книгу автора (Frank Janrae)

If Nevin could not find him, then no one could.

The air blew chill across the latest mark Anksha had left upon his neck and teased along his slave collar
chilling it against his skin. Isranon shivered and considered going back after a cloak. He doubted he
would elude the lycans twice in the same day, so he relaxed in his hiding place. When he was certain that
they had gone somewhere else to look for him, Isranon rolled from beneath the tree and stole through the
thickets to his favorite spot: a boulder by Anksha's Gate. It was the only unguarded gate on the estate
and that was because only Anksha could open it.

He ran his hands over the gate's wrought iron lions as he always did, feeling the wildness of her spirit in
them, the cleanness of a predator that killed from instinct, rather than for pleasure. Stretching out on the
ground, Isranon began to cloud watch and tell stories in his mind to match the images he saw there.
Perhaps he would write a song for Anksha. Something new that the clouds inspired.

He spent the day enjoying the aloneness and returned in the evening, grinning.

"So where have you been?" Nevin demanded as he trotted back into the rear gardens behind the manor
house.

Isranon decided to make a game of it. "It's for me to know and you to find out."

****

Yoris rushed to the third floor, ignoring the inquiring looks he received from those he passed. It had taken
him weeks to gain the nerve to come here. When he reached the corridor of Lord Hoon's wing, he saw
no one: nearly all of Hoon's retainers, nibari, and other servants had gone with him. Those that dwelled
here rarely left this wing, because Timon's folk gave them short shrift whenever Lord Hoon was absent.
Three doors before reaching Lord Hoon's presently unoccupied suite, Yoris stopped and knocked
loudly.

The door opened and a slender, female Lemyari named Zinzi stood there, brushing her wheaten hair.
"Hoon's little rat in the walls. What do you want?"

Yoris glanced back down the way he had come as if he feared he had been followed. "Can I come in?"

"I suppose." She stepped aside and let him enter, motioning him to a sofa. "This had better be important
or I'll rip a piece out of you. I was preparing to feed."

Yoris' eyes scanned the room, taking it in in a single sweep. The sitting room was twice the size of his
own. A writing desk stood in the corner near the window where there was also a broad window seat
with brocaded satin pillows and cushions. Two equally elegant and opulently upholstered sofas and four
chairs surrounded a long, low table.

Settling on a sofa, Yoris wondered how she merited it. She must be held in high regard by Lord Hoon,
and that made him nervous. His hands writhed over each other in a washing motion. "I must send a
message to Lord Hoon. He said I was to come to you."

Zinzi strolled over to the low table and dropped her brush on it. She gave her long hair a quick twist and
shoved a large, sharp pin with a sapphire head through it to hold the twist in place. "I have several of his