lovely_penelope: переводы

→Drake couldn’t stop touching Helen. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was afraid that the pain would return if he did, or if it was because her skin was so incredibly soft everywhere he touched. Either way, he was useless in a fight unless he found a way to detach himself from her. And fighting was definitely on tonight’s agenda. It wasn’t going to be easy making the break, but he had no choice. They had to get that sword back, and if they didn’t do it by sunrise, the whole demon nest would relocate and there was no telling when they’d find another lead to its location.

→Helen gave him directions, praying she wasn’t making the biggest mistake of her life.

→“Fine. Which way?” asked Thomas.

→“No,” said Helen, a little too quickly. “Go to my house instead. It’s closer.” She was a lot better equipped to handle these men than Miss Mabel was, even if that didn’t mean much. At least Miss Mabel’s home of thirty years would be safe. Maybe Helen would ask to move in with her after all of this was over.

→“I realize that,” said Drake, “but I also realize that I’m not going to survive another attack like that last one, so we’d better find someplace to do a little testing. And for that, we need Logan. Miss Mabel’s house is as good a place for that as any.”

→She felt Drake’s body tense up all along her left side. His arm gripped her harder and his fingers tightened on her wrist like he didn’t want to let go. And that only made Helen more nervous. Even with those lovely streamers of energy that flowed into her everywhere his bare skin touched hers, she wasn’t sure she liked where his possessive body language was going.

→“We don’t have a lot of time, here, Drake,” said Thomas. “We have a job to do and only about eight and a half hours to do it in.”

→“No, but you are a mystery. One I’m going to need some time to solve.”

→“I’m not an idiot,” she told him.

→“Don’t want the big, bad wolves knowing where you live?” asked Drake. She felt his words slide along her temple in a warm wave that contrasted with the chilly hint of mockery in his tone.

→Oh no. Helen was not going to let these men know where Miss Mabel lived. She was a mostly defenseless old woman and these men pegged the weird-o-meter. Not a good combination. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Just take us to the mall. Someplace public. Miss Mabel and I can catch a bus or a taxi.”

→“My house,” said Miss Mabel. “Have him meet you at my house.”

→“We need to get back to work,” said Thomas. He was calm where Zach was frantic, moving the giant vehicle through traffic with expert ease. His wide shoulders stuck out on either side of the driver’s seat and his head was only inches from the SUV’s headliner. “Logan should be finished feeding by now and he’ll need to know where to meet up with us.”

→“I’m not leaving you with these ruffians,” said Miss Mabel. “We’re sticking together. I’m keeping my eye on these boys.”

→“Fine. At least let Miss Mabel go.”

→“Not a chance,” said Drake. “Not until we figure out why you have this effect on me. Besides, it’s dark out. You’re not safe running around once the sun’s down.”

→“Then let us out here. We can take care of ourselves.”

→“We’re the good guys,” said Drake. “We want to keep you safe. That’s all.”

→Helen was in full agreement about the adventure part. “I’d really like to know what the hell is going on. Who are you guys and what do you want from us?”

→“I think I’ve had enough adventure for one day,” said Miss Mabel. “I’m ready to go home.”