"Kenyon, Sherrilyn - Dark-Hunter 05 - Night Embrace" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kenyon Sherrilyn)

"Very well, then I shall leave until you need me."
She faded away and left him alone. Again.
Talon's gaze fell to the counter where Sunshine had been sitting when he joined her. He frowned as he caught sight of the sketch she'd been working on.
Picking it up, he was impressed by how well she had captured his likeness.
The woman was a brilliant artist. She was able to put emotions and meaning into even the simplest of lines. He'd never seen anything like it.
Unfortunately, he couldn't leave it here.
He tore the page out and used his powers to burn it. Dark-Hunters were forbidden to allow their likenesses to be captured in any medium or form. No one needed proof of their immortality. Such evidence would only lead to questions and complications none of them wanted.
He just hoped she didn't reproduce it after he left.
Talon glanced around the loft and noted that the entire area was littered with framed and unframed art. The floor, a long drawing table, and three easels were scattered with half-finished projects.
Crossing the room, he went to examine them closer. He lost track of time as he looked them over, then found more paintings leaning against the wall by the bedroom. Sunshine liked vivid colors in her work, and her brushstrokes on canvas were as light and gentle as the lady herself.
But it was her pottery that fascinated him most. The pieces were a fiery mixture of color, and the designs of them were far from modern. She must have studied Greek

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and Celtic cultures extensively to reproduce such authentic copies. It was remarkable how true to the past (hey were. If he didn't know better, he would swear a Wcre-Hunter had brought them forward in time.
A knock sounded on the door.
Talon set the bowl he was looking at back with the others on the shelf by the door. He stepped to the door and opened it to see Kyrian and Julian standing on the other side.
They both gaped as they caught sight of him standing virtually naked in the loft.
Talon quickly slammed the door shut.
Kyrian roared with laughter. Talon cringed.
"C'mon, Tally," Kyrian teased from the other side. "Don't you want your clothes, your keys? Oh wait, how about some dignity?"
Talon opened the door, grabbed Kyrian by the shirt and hauled him inside. "You are such an asshole."
Kyrian laughed even harder as Julian Alexander walked in.
By his expression, Talon could tell that Julian wanted to laugh too, but he was trying hard not to. Talon appreciated it
Kyrian, on the other hand, wasn't so kind. "Nice knees, bud, but the hairy legs could use a Bush Hog."
"Shut up." Talon grabbed the bag of clothes from Kyr-ian's hand and pulled his leather pants out. "Julian, I just want to thank you for being a grown-up and not laughing at my expense."
His hands in his pants pockets, Julian nodded. "Well, having been in your shoes, I can relate. Of course, in my defense, my towel was at least dark green and not pink."
The two of them roared with laughter while Talon groaned.
Kyrian flicked at the edge of the towel. "What is this? Lace?"
"No," Julian said, "I think it's called crochet."
Talon bared his fangs at the two of them. "Better be

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careful, humans, or I might decide to feed off you."
"Uh, half-human," Julian reminded him. "Feed off me and I'll give you a bellyache from hell."
Growling at them. Talon quickly exchanged his (owcl for his pants.
"So," Kyrian said. "Have you become Ravyn now? Do I need to forewarn Nick you'll be shedding your clothes on a daily basis or what?"
Talon rolled his eyes at the mention of the Katagari Dark-Hunter. Ravyn was a shapeshifter who often got caught naked after sunup. "No, it's a one-time thing." / hope. "Speaking of Nick, where is he? I tried to call him for this chore."
"He's in class."
"Yeah, well, he's still on Dark-Hunter payroll, so tell him to keep his phone turned on."
"Ooo," Kyrian said. "Getting testy in your fierce nakedness."
Talon ignored him as he pulled his black T-shirt on.
Sunshine paused beside Selena Laurens's tarot-card stand in Jackson Square. Selena's brown frizzy hair was tied back with a leopard-print scarf, and her thin body was covered with a black-and-white houndstooth coat.
"Hey, Sunny," Selena greeted her. "I was wondering if you were sick or something since you're not out here with your art."
"Oh no, someone came up."
Selena arched a brow at her. "Someone old or someone new?"
"New."
Selena looked a bit skeptical. "I hope this one is nicer than that last bozo you dated."
Sunshine wrinkled her nose as she remembered Greg. A rough biker, he'd been less than desirable and he'd kept confusing her with his ex-girlfriend Sara-nothing like being called the wrong name while having sex with someone.

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