"K. D. Wentworth - Embians" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wentworth K D)

Darkness.

Shayna stares hard out into the liquid blackness, feeling the heat radiating
from the woman at her side. Her own skin burns with its nearness. "I was getting
worried."

"Look, I said I was sorry!" Mae's tone is stiff. She scrapes the camp stool
toward the far corner.

Cinnamon. Saturated with blood-red.

Darkness.

Blue-violet. Brightens....

Darkness...Darkness.

"Never mind." Shayna remembers touching the damp curve of Mae's cheek, and how
Mae recoiled that one, terrible time she dared that minor intimacy.

Red-violet.

Lilac.

Darkness.

Purple, strong and true, piercing the night like a beacon.

Darkness...darkness...darkness ....

"I'd rather be here than anywhere else in the universe." Shayna stretches
languidly. "It's like being on the edge of a wonderful secret, something no one
else shares."

Mae exhales. "Your first assignment is usually like that, but then the newness
wears off. And sometimes it can be just bloody miserable. On my last trip out,
there was this asshole, William, who wouldn't take no for an answer. He was
always after me, you know, rubbing up against me, touching me, and I hate to be
pawed like that. It was so damn humiliating."

Shayna's gaze is drawn to a different quadrant of the rain forest as another
display begins.

Sapphire.

Darkness.
She leans her head back, half-closes her eyes. "If -- you were an embian, what
color would you be?"

"Hmmm...." She can almost hear the slow smile spreading across Mae's face.