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.I'd like you to be with me.Please?"He looked down at his hands, at the keys held loosely between them.Her heart sank when he didn't immediately reply."Well," he said finally, not looking up."I prefer thinking that I am not a parasite.There is an ugly word for that, cherie.""I—could use some help—" she said ruefully, raising the plaster-encased bulk of her left hand."So I see." He looked a little happier.She gave him a wry grin."So tell me what you can do, besides the obvious.""Well, so this is an interview?" His smile appeared, tentative, but there."Very well, mademoiselle, I can type.And take dictation.I play the violin passably well, so I might entertain you.I fear, however, that I cannot cook.""You said yourself we work well together.Would you be willing to give me a hand with things like tonight?"Please say yes—"Hmm.Indeed, I could help you with other things.I do have certain talents." He tilted his head sideways, and his smile faded as he considered her."It will not be easy, Diana.I am what I am.""So am I.No one's ever claimed I was easy to live with.Please, let's just try."He cupped his hand under her chin, and finally gave her that slow, sweet smile she'd been hoping for."Very well, petite, " he said softly."We will try."The drugs hit her then, and she swayed toward him.He caught her in his arms—and then he caught her up, lifting her easily."Wh-what are you doing?" she gasped."Putting you to bed, cherie.Where you belong.If you will insist on my being here, you must put up with my insistence upon certain conditions." He looked at her sternly out of the corner of his eye as he carried her toward the bedroom."And one of those is that you must spare your maltreated ankle."She sighed as they passed the bedroom door and he flicked on the light with his elbow."I suppose I don't have any choice."He put her carefully down on the side of the bed, pushing aside the tumbled blankets."No, you do not.""But neither do you—"She still had her arms around his neck, and she pulled him down beside her, cast and bandaged ankle and all."W-what do you mean?" he asked, eyes going wide."I mean," she whispered into his ear, "once I get to feeling a bit better, you're going to have to help me finish this blasted romance novel—""I am?""Uh-huh." She nibbled on his neck."Especially the research—"[Front blurb]"It's a delight to know that a writer whose work I've loved all along has written something so fresh and original."—Marion Zimmer BradleyTurning Fear Into Power"I believe it is game and match, hmm?" Jeffries said smoothly, holding the gun on Di.As far as he was concerned, the fight was over.He'd won.It took a moment to register on Di.First came shock.Then immobility.Then fear.Overwhelming fear, the kind that used to paralyze her.And didn't anymore.Her shield-aura flared, much more potent in that small space than any sunlight.Jeffries screamed.[Version History]Version 1.0 - scanned, OCR'd, spellchecked, and formatted.Version 2.0 - proofread and corrected by The_Ghiti.If you find errors, please fix, increment version number by 0.1 and re-post.Note that Mercedes Lackey used lots of "combined" words — like"notecards," "coatracks," etc.This is really the way they were in the d.t.copy.Scanners' Note: The books are numbered in series timeline order, not in publication order.Series timeline order is:1.Children of the Night2.Burning Water3.Jinx HighPublication order is:1.Burning Water2.Children of the Night3.Jinx High [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]