Kukuku: переводы

→“Shh. We’ll talk later, after the paramedics come. Save your strength.”

→“Told her I had them cosmetically done.” He looked very pleased. “She thinks it’s hot.”

→“What? You managed to convince her Peter was a vampire?” To the average human, that would be even less likely than Cody being a vampire.

→“No, he mentioned at dinner that he’d be settling down somewhere else. He just hasn’t decided where.”

→He brushed some of the hair away, tucking it behind my ear. It came loose again. “Who said I’m coming home?”

→“Well, that’s better than ‘I can’t.’” He chuckled. He moved closer, his lips just brushing mine. “And if you decide no, then that’s how it’ll be. But maybe…maybe just this once we could…maybe just once you could give in….”

→An old argument. “What happened to you giving me up?”

→“Too bad to risk just one time?”

→“You’re right.” I didn’t bother getting into the technicalities. “But it’d still be bad.”

→“You don’t have to see her,” I said. “Don’t go to the store. People break up all the time and don’t have to move.”

→“It’s okay,” I said automatically, hating the sadness in his voice. “I don’t–”

→It was his turn to look away, gazing off at the postcard view without seeing it. The sunlight hadn’t quite turned orange yet, but it was bringing out the copper in his hair and amber of his eyes. I stared at him, taking it all in, hardly noticing how long it took him to answer.

→“I’m surprised you like it.”

→I wandered into the hotel, still a bit stunned by the situation I found myself in. Seth was…in Mexico. Presuming Jerome was holding true to his bargain, of course. I had to believe he was, but the question was if he’d actually sent me near Seth. That was a wording in my request that could be blurred a little. Glancing up at the hotel, I hoped Jerome’s minions had gone as far as to search local hotels for Seth’s name when they tracked the plane ticket. With a quick smile to the man who’d helped me, I headed toward the hotel’s entrance.

→We walked to the front door and stepped outside onto a porch. It was nighttime, all quiet darkness save for a small light hanging overhead. It shone onto a long stretch of unbroken white snow on the lawn and the driveway. All around, more snow fell in a steady stream. I didn’t recognize the place, but it certainly wasn’t Seattle. That much snow would have sent the city into a panic, putting everyone on Armageddon alert. My daughter and I were perfectly at ease, barely noticing the snow. Wherever we were, this weather was a common occurrence.

→His arms encircled us, and both my daughter and I snuggled against him. It might have been freezing elsewhere, but our little circle held all the warmth in the world.

→His face. I had to see his face. We were so close. This was where the dream had stopped before, denying me its conclusion. Some part of me was certain this was a trick too–that the Oneroi were going to do what Nyx had done and end the dream.

→Seth grabbed hold of her hands, pushed them away, and then backed off himself. “You need to stop this,” he said, lowering his voice so others wouldn’t hear.

→And this time, I didn’t pull back.

→I didn’t let him finish. I threw myself into his arms and kissed him.