"Simon Hawke - Wizard 6 - The Wizard Of Sante Fe" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hawke Simon)

"You're kidding, right?"

Wyrdrune opened the bedroom door for Archimedes. "Go tell Broom to get breakfast ready," he said.
"I'll want to see a printout of that report as soon as I finish getting dressed."

"Gotcha."

The little computer waddled out the door and Wyrdrune closed it behind him. He put on his blue terry
bathrobe and went to the bathroom door. Kira was standing at the sink. She put back her toothbrush
and rinsed with mouthwash. Wyrdrune watched her for a moment.

He loved the way she stood, with one leg straight, the other slightly bent, accentuating the graceful
curves of her thighs and calves. He loved everything about her, the feral-pretty way she looked, the
catlike way she moved, her facial expressions and her mannerisms . . . It was hard to believe that the first
time they met, they had an intense, mutual dislike of each other. He pressed up against her from behind
and ran his hands up her sides and underneath her tank top, cupping her small, firm breasts.

"Mmm . . ." she said. She pressed back against him, closing her eye as she straightened up and tilted her
head back. He nuzzled her throat and felt her respond.

She turned around and kissed him. Their arms went around each other and she wrapped her leg around
his. Suddenly she pulled back, her eyes wide open.

Wyrdrune was gone, and in his place stood another man, older and taller, with blond hair that was much
shorter, neatly combed back at the sides and across his forehead in the front. He had a neatly trimmed
beard that accentuated his strong jawline, high cheekbones, angular features, and a wide mouth that had
a faintly cruel look about it. There was an emerald runestone set into the center of his forehead and a
ruby in his chest, over his heart.

"Modred!" she exclaimed. She struck him on the chest with her fist. "Damn it, I told you not to do that!"

He chuckled. When he spoke, his voice was deeper than Wyrdrune's. "Forgive me. I couldn't resist."

She pulled away from him. "You know I hate it when you do that! At least give me a warning!"

"But that would spoil the fun."

"Yeah, great," she said wryly, turning around and combing her short, jet-black hair. "The two of you are
having fun and half the time I don't even know who I'm making love to."

"Both of us," said Modred with a smile.

"Yeah, well, I don't do threesomes. Change back."

In an instant Modred was gone and Wyrdrune stood in his place once more. The transformation
occurred too quickly for the eye to follow.

"You get a kick out of it, admit it," he said, putting his arms around her from behind. "You always had a
thing for Modred."