Adam Hauptman személy
Idézetek
A jó étel és a jó zene bódító hatásától Adam elengedte magát, és felfedeztem, hogy a főnökösködő, forrófejű Alfa máza alatt egy sármos, főnökösködő, forrófejű férfi rejtőzik. Ő láthatóan örült, hogy éppen olyan makacs és tiszteletlen vagyok, mint ahogy gyanította.
262. oldal
“One more month,” he said finally. “And then they—and Samuel, too—will just have to get used to it.” His eyes, the color of bitter dark chocolate, were serious as he leaned forward. “And you will marry me.”
I smiled, showing my teeth. “Don’t you mean, ‘Will you marry me?’ ” I meant it to be funny, but his eyes brightened until little gold flecks were swimming in the darkness.
“You had your chance to run, coyote. It’s too late now.”
“Ben says you might run. If you do, I will find you and bring you back. Every time you run, Mercy. I won’t force you, but… I won’t leave or let you leave either. If you can fight that cursed fairy drink, you can certainly overcome any advantage being an Alpha gives me if you really want to. No more excuses, Mercy. You are mine, and I am keeping you.”
“So, Bran tells me that he ordered you to keep an eye out for me.”
He stopped laughing and raised both his eyebrows. “Yes. Now ask me if I was watching you for Bran.”
It was a trick question. I could see the amusement in his eyes. I hesitated, but decided I wanted to know anyway. “Okay, I’ll bite. Were you watching me for Bran?”
“Honey,” he drawled, pulling on his Southern roots. “When a wolf watches a lamb, he’s not thinking about the lamb’s mommy.”
I grinned. I couldn’t help it. The idea of Bran as a lamb’s mommy was too funny. “I’m not much of a lamb,” I said.
He just smiled.
“Nice car,” she murmured, as we passed the donor Rabbit’s corpse. “Dad really appreciates you setting it out here for him. Good for you. I told him the next time he annoyed you, you were likely to paint graffiti on it.”
“Your father is a subtle man,” I told her. “I’m saving the graffiti for later. I’ve decided that the next time he gets obnoxious, I’ll take three tires off.” I held my hand out and canted it, like a car with one wheel.
She giggled. “It would drive him nuts. You should see him when the pictures aren’t hanging straight on the walls.”
“My life used to be normal,” I told his shoulder. “I got up. Went to work. Fixed a few cars, paid a few bills, and no one tried to kill me. My father was dead; my mother was six hours away by car—I could even manage to make that trip last eight or nine hours if I worked at it.”
“Argued with your back-fence neighbor,” Adam said, his voice very gentle.
“And watched him when he wasn’t looking,” I agreed. “Because every once in a while, especially after a full moon hunt, he’d forget that I could see in the dark, and he’d run around naked in the backyard.”
He laughed silently. “I never forgot you could see in the dark,” he admitted.
“Did you dye your hair especially for your father?” I asked, finding a spoon and handing it to her with a healthy glob of dough.
“Of course,” she said, taking a bite, then continuing to talk as if her mouth weren’t half-full. “It makes him feel all fatherly if he can complain about something. Besides,” she said with an air of righteousness, “everyone in Eugene is doing it. It’ll wash out in a week or two. When I was tired of the lecture, I just told him he was lucky I didn’t use superglue to put spikes in like my friend Jared. Maybe I’ll do that next vacation."
I leaned forward and kissed Ben’s nose. “Thanks,” I said. “I’d have missed her a lot.”
“Yeah.” He stretched out on his back, hands carefully laid across his belly. “We’d have missed her, too. Only cat I’ve ever seen who tolerates werewolves.” He sounded oddly vulnerable. I don’t think he was used to being the hero.
“Don’t feel too flattered,” said Adam dryly. “Medea likes vampires, too.”