"Terence West - Darkness" - читать интересную книгу автора (West Terence)

"Jerk!" Saint snatched her pillow up and flung it across at her mentor.

Easily grabbing it out of the air, Quinn set it on the floor next to him. He didn't want to return her ammo,
just in case.

"So what have you been up to lately?" Saint asked.

"The council has been pressuring me to take another apprentice," he dismissed the concern with a wave
of his hand. "I'm just not ready to repeat the whole process again. I mean, after you, I could use a
vacation."

"Ha, ha," Saint said dryly.
Quinn nodded once to dismiss his comment as a joke. Saint easily understood. Over their time together,
they had developed a sort of communication shorthand. Excess words were no longer needed, yet when
they wanted to have a conversation, they could. Of the three students Quinn had trained in his career, he
had never grown as close to any of them as he had to Saint. He couldn't exactly put his finger on it, but
they worked fluidly together, accentuating each other's positives and canceling out the negatives. He
secretly hoped she would choose to continue working with him, rather than going solo as most young
Wraiths did. He wasn't sure if he should press the point, or just let her make her own decisions though.

"How are you feeling?"

Saint forced a smile. "A little ookie, but okay. I'm not sure how I feel about the fangs, though."

Quinn cocked his head slightly to the right and sat forward. "You have fangs?"

Her Master's question surprised her. "Don't you?"

Quinn shook his head. "No. Fangs are something that only develops much later in a Wraith's life. Let me
see."

Saint sat forward and lifted her upper lip.

Placing his hands on her face, Quinn examined the newly sprouted fangs. "That's the damndest thing, isn't
it?" The expression on his face instantly melted from curiosity to concern as he sat back in his seat. "The
council cleared you after the ritual?"

"I would assume," Saint said, "or else I would be a pile of ash on the floor, wouldn't I?"

Quinn laughed uncomfortably. "I imagine so."

The two sat in silence for a long moment.

"What?" Saint finally asked.

"You shouldn't have fangs," Quinn answered quickly.

"What are you trying to say?"

Quinn turned away from his student. Hitting his fist on his knee, he finally worked up the courage to say