Dev4enka: переводы

→“I know. But we all need to get out of here.”

→They drove for what seemed like a very long time, but according to the clock built into the cruiser’s dashboard, it was only a couple of hours. The bus kept taking crazy back-road turns, as if they were searching for something. Finally, though, the dot stopped moving. “What is that?” Jason asked, and tapped the screen. It magnified. “Is that a town?” Claire couldn’t see through the grate, other than a dot on a map. “It’s tiny, if it is. Smaller than that last place where you got yourselves jacked.”

→The woman was older, kind of heavy, and she looked tired and pale.

→Jason cleared his throat. “Do I get the shotgun if you’re staking me out for bait?”

→“Wrong,” Morley said. “He’s not getting up at all. But then, he doesn’t really have to.”

→And Michael, golden Michael, who smiled at Eve as though it would all be all right, somehow.

→“Why didn’t you just—,” Eve began to ask, but was interrupted as Mrs. Grant’s head came up sharply.

→They couldn’t all be completely clueless, especially if Morley had been his usual obnoxious self.

→That didn’t sound right at all.

→“All except Jason,” Oliver said. “He’s on an errand. He’s not involved in this in any case.”

→Claire started to run after the bus—limped after it—and had to stop when her ankle folded under her after a dozen steps. “Shane!” she screamed. “Shane, come on! Get out!”

→Patience put the cap back on the needle she’d used to inject Eve and put it in her pocket. “Someone was following,” she said. “They’re not now. That’s all you need to know.” The bus changed its pitch again, air brakes sighing, and slowed to a relative crawl. The doors banged open again, and two vampires got on, wearing hats and gloves and long coats against the sun.

→“What did you do?” Claire demanded, and tried not to scream it. She’d just seen what screaming got you.

→Then her eyes rolled back in her head, and she went completely limp in her chair, her head tilting toward the window, wild strands of hair covering her face.

→Patience came and, with a sad but determined look at Claire, leaned over and gave Eve a quick injection in her shoulder. It was so fast Claire couldn’t react to try to stop her, and Eve stopped thrashing to say, in blank surprise, “Ow!”

→She started thrashing against her restraints. Shane tried to calm her down, too, but Eve wasn’t listening anymore—not to anybody.

→She began to cry, producing wrenching sobs that made her whole body vibrate, and banged her forehead against the window glass—hard. Claire instinctively tried to reach out for her, and came up against her restraints, again. “Hey,” she said, trying hard to sound compassionate and soothing. Her heart just ached for Eve, who sounded so ... lost. “Eve, please don’t. Please don’t do that. It’s going to be okay; it’s all—”

→Maybe she was, a little tiny bit.

→“No,” Shane said, and when she looked hurt, he laughed. “You look much better than that, scary girl.”

→“Well, he won’t be,” Eve said. “Do I look okay? Like a rock star’s girlfriend?”