"Michael Stackpole "The Bacta War"" - читать интересную книгу автораeverything, I'd guess we've not had more than three weeks in the last four
months where we've actually been able to spend time alone with each other. Despite how hectic and chaotic things have been, what I do know is that I want more time to spend with you. I know that I'm never going to find someone for whom I feel more than I feel for you." "That's true, because if you did, I'd see to it that you stopped feeling altogether." Mirax squeezed his fingers. "Are you sure about this? Don't you want to talk to Iella about it?" "She'd tell me I've been an idiot for not asking you to marry me sooner. She and Diric were as close as any two people I've ever seen; and despite the pain she's been through, I don't think she'd have surrendered one moment of their happiness together to make her feel better. For as long as I've known her she's had a habit of predicting how many weeks my relationships would last, and she was always on target. With us, no prediction." "Always did think she was smart." Mirax held her right hand up. "One last thing, Corran: You realize that I'm not walking away from my lifestyle or my father. The Mirax Ter-rik you get is the Mirax Terrik you know." "I think your father and I have an understanding, but even if we didn't, you'd be worth it. Realize I'm not going to change either." "Wouldn't have it any other way." Corran arched an eyebrow. "So?" He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. "Will you marry me?" Mirax lifted his hand from the table and kissed it. "Yes, I will, Corran Horn." The tension in him exploded in a nervous laugh that freed a single tear to roll down his cheek. He slipped his hand from hers, then pulled off the gold chain and I didn't want to ask Zraii to machine up a Quadanium ring, so all I have to offer you is this." He held the medallion out by the chain, but Mirax refused to take it. "Corran, I know how much that medallion means to you. It's your good luck piece. I won't take it, especially just before the coming assault." "Mirax, you've just agreed to marry me. Any luck left in this thing has clearly been drained. You're the most important person in the galaxy to me, so if this will keep you safe, or even if it will remind you of me, it's better off with you than hanging around my neck." She accepted it from him and stared down at the medal-lion resting in her palm. She ran a thumb over Nejaa Hal-cyon's profile and slowly smiled. "Do you think our children will look like him?" "Better him than your father." They both laughed. "At least for the boys, that is. If our daughters look like their mother, I'll be as pleased as possible and as protective of them as your father is of you." Mirax looped the chain over her head and let it slip be-neath her clothes. "I'm going to find you something that's just as special as this is. Maybe I'll talk to Zraii about fabricating something for you, something you'll never forget." "Like what?" "A ring, maybe, made from the Lusankya's hull. It held you captive the way you hold my heart captive." "You're good, Mirax, very good." "I'm the best, Corran, and you always push me to excel." |
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