"Karen Koehler - Slayer--Black Miracles" - читать интересную книгу автора (Koehler Karen)

skimpy red silk dress and a black wolf coat, her hair pulled high into a long ebony ponytail that just
brushed the small of her back. Her eyes and mouth were dusky, smirking, evil, and, as always, alluring.

He hated it when she made him feel this way.

тАЬHow do you do that?тАЭ he asked.

Do what?

тАЬStay here. How can you be here?тАЭ

Why does the sun come up in the morning?

тАЬThatтАЩs not an answer,тАЭ he said.

Debra gave him a pouty look and put her hands on her hips.

IтАЩm still not used to this. How did you get used to things like this? Debra was dead. She had been gone
since he was thirteen years old. Yet here she was, a grown woman that existed in this enchanted glass.
There she was, taunting him. Plying him with her charms. She was voracious, jealous, and completely
infuriating. And yet...he loved her. At times the need for her was so great he thought he should die of it.

She put her hand on the glass and smiled at his thoughts.

тАЬSo you see...no reason to be jealous,тАЭ he said.

IтАЩm not jealous!Debra shouted, her voice rebounding in his mind. She crossed her arms across her
glittering fur coat.I just donтАЩt know what you see in her. SheтАЩs so...human.

Alek smirked.

Oh please!she sniffed.Dhampiri have better things to do with their time than chase after these
pathetic mortals.

тАЬMaybeyou do...тАЭ

A tall, grey-headed older gent stepped into the washroom and looked his way as Alek continued to
banter with his reflection. Alek shut up and turned off the taps.

Can we go home now?Debra asked.

Alek swept his ponytail off his shoulder. We can go home now, he thought back at her.




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 Traffic onFifth Avenue was heavy tonight. Friday night. What was he thinking? For a while Alek was
afraid he would not be able to hail a cab and started doing what he usually did in these situations--he
began contemplating hiring a personal driver. He had been thinking about it for some time. Maybe it was