Vicktoria: переводы

→Sonya frowned. “Are you diabetic?” she asked me.

→“Half a can would put you into a coma.”

→I saw the glimmer of Adrian’s earlier smile returning. “You would not.”

→Dimitri said what we were all thinking. “If you want to start tackling healthy habits, I could suggest a few.”

→Dimitri arched an eyebrow. “Wait, go back. Did you say hard at work?”

→Dimitri still looked troubled. “She has no time for distraction. Maybe I should talk to her.”

→I had to swallow a laugh.

→“Hard not to,” he said.

→“You noticed that too?” I asked.

→Sometimes when I was down, Adrian’s personality had a similar effect.

→“Nice blouse, Sage,” he told me, deadpan. “It really brings out the khaki in your pants.”

→Jill’s face brightened, and I left her so that I could return the suitcase to my room. Angeline’s arrival and my work in busting Keith had earned me my own private room in the dorm, something I treasured. Inside it, everything was quiet and orderly. My perfect world. The one place that the chaos of my life couldn’t touch. The neatly made bed was asking to be slept in. Begging, really. Soon, I promised it. I hope.

→Another message was from Angeline herself. I also didn’t read it. The subject was: READ THIS! SO FUNNY! Angeline had only recently discovered e-mail. She had not, so it seemed, discovered how to turn off the caps-lock key. She also had no discrimination when it came to forwarding jokes, financial scams, or virus warnings. And speaking of that last one…we’d had to finally install child protection software on her laptop, in order to block her from certain websites and ads. That had come after she’d accidentally downloaded four viruses.

→One message was from Jill, with a subject line reading: Angeline…sigh. This wasn’t a surprise to me, and I didn’t bother reading it yet. Angeline Dawes, a dhampir recruited to be Jill’s roommate and provide an extra layer of security, had had a little trouble fitting into Amberwood. She was always in trouble for something, and I knew whatever it was this time, there was nothing I could do about it right now.

→And, of course, there was the teeny-tiny fact that it was kind of hard to relax after everything I’d witnessed over at the Alchemist bunker. If I wasn’t envisioning Liam’s freaky eyes, then I was replaying the constant warnings I’d heard about those who got too close to vampires.

→I didn’t sleep that night. Part of it was simply the time change. My flight back to Palm Springs was scheduled for six in the morning—which was three in the morning in the time zone my body still thought it was in. Sleeping seemed pointless.