Tropic_Girl: переводы

→“This is your house?” she asked.

→She blinked…and then her eyes widened as they pulled into the driveway.

→“We’re here,” he told Denise.

→Almost twenty-four hours later, Spade saw the familiar high hedges that encircled the perimeter of his property in Durham. He nudged Denise beside him. Although she’d stayed awake for the entire flight from Virginia to England—flying a commercial jet, much to her preference—she’d finally fallen asleep on the car ride from the airport. Alten drove, so Spade would have settled her more comfortably in his lap, but she’d insisted she wasn’t tired right up until she nodded off.

→Spade smiled. “No, Denise. My home in England.”

→“Your home in St. Louis?”

→“To your parents’ house, of course. I’ve had a car left for us over by the monument. Then we’ll be off to my home.”

→“Now where?” she said, trying to calm her still-slamming heartbeat.

→She wanted to smack him, but the small part of her that wasn’t still crouched in an inner ball over their recent free fall recognized the logic behind his actions. No way could Raum track her in a normal way, with Spade winging them several thousand feet off the ground after leaping from a plane. Denise had known vampires could fly, but she hadn’t realized the extent of that ability. She’d just thought they could do short little spurts off the ground. Not double as a helicopter with fangs.

→Spade still looked like he was fighting back his laughter. “I didn’t throw you out. I jumped with you. Very different.”

→“Don’t you ‘Denise’ me,” she snapped. “I don’t care how old, powerful, or strong you are. If you ever do something like that again, I’ll stab you in the heart. Son of a bitch, I can’t believe you threw me out of a plane!”

→“Now, Denise—”

→Spade held out a conciliatory hand, but that amused expression didn’t quite leave his face.

→As soon as she did, she shoved him away hard enough to make him take a step backward. “How dare you laugh at me on the way down!”

→She tilted her head down and opened her eyes a slit. Their shoes, surrounded by grass, met her gaze. Beautiful, solid, wonderfully flat grass. Spade let her slide from his arms, but it took a few moments before the shaking left her limbs enough for her to stand on her own.

→After what seemed like hours, Denise felt a small jerk, and then Spade said, “See? We’re here and you’re perfectly safe.”

→Even freaked as she was, it didn’t escape Denise’s notice that Spade sounded amused. Sure, laugh at the human who can’t fly, Mr. Master Vampire. Just wait until they got on the ground.

→“How much longer?” she managed to grit out.

→She did, looking down—and then squeezed them shut with another shriek. Spade had them zipping through the air parallel to the ground, still so high that cars looked small in contrast. Was he crazy, telling her to look at that?

→Over that, she heard Spade speaking. “We’re fine, no need to scream. You could even open your eyes now, if you like.”