"Karen Koehler - Slayer 02 - Dragon Blood" - читать интересную книгу автора (Koehler Karen)

I know.
 AshikawaтАЩs immortal warrior army was one of the reasons he was such a force to be reckoned with in
this city. But Alek didnтАЩt want to think about that right now. DidnтАЩt want to think about Kage. Instead he
said, тАЬWhat do you know about his...thralls?тАЭ

Robin dropped her eyes. She knew...something. She snubbed out the cigarette and stared at the murky
depths of her coffee cup. She ran a hand through her short, mussy hair. тАЬTheyтАЩre not...normal. The ones
like Kage...I canтАЩt explain it to you.тАЭ

Silence pushed in between them. Suddenly the outside sounds of clattering dishes and chatting teenagers
that he had nearly forgotten about began to intercede on their private world. And he welcomed them.
тАЬFair enough,тАЭ he said.

тАЬYouтАЩre a cop, arenтАЩt you?тАЭ Robin said.
Alek shook his head no.
Robin studied him a long, hard moment, an unlit cigarette dangling from


between her first and second fingers. тАЬYou fight like one...or something.тАЭ тАЬDo you know what Kage is?тАЭ
Robin nodded. тАЬBanpaia. A vampire.тАЭ тАЬI hunt them.тАЭ The slightest surprise fluttered across RobinтАЩs face.
тАЬYouтАЩre a slayer?тАЭ тАЬSometimes.тАЭ тАЬThatтАЩs why you want to know about Kage. You want to kill him?тАЭ
She

sounded hopeful. тАЬI donтАЩt want to kill anyone. But since heтАЩs servant to Edward Ashikawa, that

means heтАЩs made me his enemy for interfering with AshikawaтАЩs boys.тАЭYou made an enemy of him a
long time ago , Debra began.Hush...

Robin looked glum. тАЬThat was my fault.тАЭ
тАЬDonтАЩt worry about it,тАЭ he said.
Oh please, Debra huffed.DonтАЩt be such a crusader.
Robin looked around. тАЬI shouldnтАЩt fucking be here.тАЭ
тАЬHowтАЩs your ankle?тАЭ
The one boy, Ponytail, had done a good job on her as she struggled. She had a


minor fracture in her left ankle. He could tell by the swelling and by the pain in

her face. тАЬIтАЩll live.тАЭ She got up, balancing against the table as if to prove it. тАЬYou wonтАЩt get very far on
that ankle,тАЭ he said. She looked up from beneath her heavy bangs. тАЬI donтАЩt suppose youтАЩre a slayer

for hire, then?тАЭ

9

He carried her up the last flight of steps to her apartment. It might not have been necessary--she seemed
capable of walking on her own, albeit very slowly--but the sooner she got off that swollen ankle the
better. He set her down on the landing outside the door and waited for her to unlock the half dozen
deadbolts on the door.