"Barb & J. C. Hendee - Noble Dead 03 - Sister of the Dead" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hendee JC & Barb)

"I like watching you sleep. It's the only time you're peaceful. "

Did he always have to make jokes? Magiere tried to sit up, but his arms closed around her.

"Not yet, " he said. "It's early. I don't think the sun is even up. "

"It will be soon, " she lied, and relaxed back against him.

Her dhampir nature had grown more pronounced in recent days. She felt the sun's presence even when
indoors. In the night, the heat Leesil stirred in her made her heightened senses open wide. With only a
sliver of moonlight through the window's shutter crack, she'd clearly seen his white-blond hair, narrow
face, and lithe body. His amber eyes, almond shaped from his half-elven heritage, were locked upon her.
At most times, her unnatural senses frightened or sickened her for what they revealed, but in that night,
she hadn't cared so long as all she sensed was him. She was in Leesil's arms, and little else mattered.

Except for two mothers, who'd each left her child with a dark and bloody heritage.

"Did you sleep all right?" she asked.

"A little, " he answered.

She knew he might be lying. He often had trouble sleeping, now that he'd stopped drinking. This, as
well, was linked to a mother he'd thought dead for years. Magiere peered about the room.

"Where's Chap? Did he stay out all night?"

Leesil smiled. "For once, he showed some manners. "

Magiere scowled. She rolled over to reach for the sulfur stick on the bedside table and lit the one candle
resting there. The night before, they'd taken this room at the first inn outside Bela, the capital city of
Belaski. The three of them had often slept outdoors in past years. Their dog, Chap, would be well
enough on his own, but it bothered Magiere that she hadn't thought of him all night.

She rolled back to find Leesil leaning up on one elbow above her. He slid his fingers between hers, a
striped pattern of flesh in the mingling. Half-elf and half-undead, they were a strange contrast with his
golden-brown skin and white-blond hair and her blood-tinted black tresses and pale flesh. A mischievous
smile crossed Leesil's lips, and Magiere lost all concern for the moment. Chap could wait a little longer.

The candlelight revealed their surroundings more clearly.

It was all simple, neat, and pleasant, but it wasn't homeтАФ wasn't the Sea Lion tavern in Miiska. Her
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falchion leaned against the bedside table, close within reach beside the bed on which they lay. Their travel
chest and belongings sat under the window, reminding her that soon they would be on the move again.

"What?" he asked.