grapefruit: переводы

→“I’ll kill you for what you did!” he yells, lifting the brick over his head.

→Gregory picks up a loose brick from the low wall running down the length of the path. I back away, but my feet slip in the slushy snow, and I crash to the ground. Gregory’s on top of me in seconds.

→“I didn’t!” I say, confused and suddenly terrified. Chris is dead?

→“You killed my brother!” he screams, rushing toward me.

→He stops dead when he sees me. A look of burning hatred crosses his narrow, pinched face.

→“Who is it, Dad?” Gregory says, rushing to the door.

→“Get off me!” I reply, struggling free from the man’s grip. It was a mistake to come here. What was I thinking?

→“I’m calling the Sentry guard!” Gregory’s mom darts back into the house.

→“What is it, Anne?” The door swings open, and a tough-looking man glares down at me.

→The woman’s eyes widen when she registers what I am. “Mark!”

→“Can I help you?” she says, her voice cracking with emotion.

→At some point during the day, it begins to snow, and by the time it gets to last period, the city is covered in a blanket of white. I head to drama with Beetle. Natalie and Day are already in the dark auditorium, although they’re not sitting together. I steal a look at Natalie, and my heart somersaults. I can’t believe we’re together. Beetle slumps down in his seat and shuts his eyes. He’s looking sweaty and pale. He’s either getting sick, or he’s going into Haze withdrawal again. I suspect the latter. I’m not going to give him any Haze, unless I can’t avoid it. The longer he goes between hits, the less he’ll need it.

→The rest of the day goes better than normal, and it’s all because of one thing: Natalie. We make sure we’re not seen together very often, and when we are, we keep our distance so people don’t suspect anything. But even so, we pass secret smiles and more notes between us. Her heart beats inside mine, and it’s like I’m carrying a little piece of her with me wherever I go.

→“It sounds like you know what you want to do,” she replies.

→“Is this boy dangerous?” she asks.

→“But they’re so dangerous,” I reply.

→“You’re not betraying Father—you’re honoring him. He wanted Darklings and humans to live as equals. It’s what he died for,” she whispers back.

→“I’ve met a boy,” I confide in her. “But he’s a Darkling. I don’t know what to do. Mother would kill me if she found out, and after what happened with Father . . . I just feel like I’m betraying him by wanting to be with Ash.”

→The door opens, and Polly slips into the room. She lies down beside me and strokes my hair. The zigzags of scars down her face look stark in the moonlight. More tears spill down my cheeks, remembering how she used to comfort me like this back in the old days, before she got hurt.

→Blood Mate. I’m his Blood Mate.