Curran Lennart személy
Curran is the Beast Lord.
Age: 31
Build: Muscular, defined, gives off a sense of coiled strength about to explode.
Hair: Blond, typically cut short except during the flare when it grows into a mane within a few days.
Eyes: Grey, luminescent with gold when excited or angry. Curran’s gaze is extremely difficult to hold.
Distinguishing marks: Broken nose that didn’t quite heal right, very unusual for shapeshifter.
Beast form: An enormous grey lion, striped with darker grey, like smoke blown against grey velvet.
He’s observant and shrewd and tends to use diplomacy and intimidation, breaking into violence only as last resort.
He moves extremely quietly and enjoys sneaking up on Kate.
Idézetek
Tension fled from me. Tomorrow I would worry about Hugh d’Ambray and Andrea and
Roland, but now I was simply happy. Aaahh. Home. My place, my smells, my familiar rug under my feet, my kitchen, my Curran in the kitchen chair . . . Wait a damn minute.
“You!” I looked at the lock; I looked at him. So much for the burglar-proof door.
Below me, Curran gathered himself, jumped ten feet in the air, bounced off the concrete into another jump, then another, and landed next to me.
“Me Kate. You Tarzan?”
“No.” Curran bared his teeth at me. “In the first book, he grabs a lion by the tail and pulls it. Never gonna happen. First, an adult male lion weighs five hundred pounds. Second, you grab my tail, I’ll turn around and take your face off.”
“Why him?” he growled. “Of all the men you could have, why would you hire him for that?”
“Because he has the best equipment in the city and he knows how to use it!”
As soon as I said it, I realized how he would take it.
The beginnings of another thundering roar died in Curran’s throat. He stared at me, mute.
Oh, this was too good. I threw my hands up. “The lab! I’m talking about his lab, not his dick, you idiot."
Curran walked in behind me and took in the living room. His thick eyebrows rose.
“What?” Roman asked.
“No altar?” Curran asked. “No bloody knives and frightened virgins?”
“No sacrificial pit ringed with skulls?” I asked.
“Ha. Ha.” Roman rolled his eyes. “Never heard that one before. I keep the
virgins chained up in the basement. Do you want some coffee?”
1. fejezet
“After you killed the skull mage, you turned to me and you were smiling. A big, bright smile. Old Kate smile.”
“Old Kate?”
“Dangerous Kate. Stabby Kate. My Kate.”
I raised my head and leaned it on my bent elbow. “Stabby?”
“Yes. Exciting.” He grinned. So far, so good.
“More words, bigger hole, Your Furriness.”
“Please relay my greetings to the Beast Lord,” I said. “I appreciate his willingness to alter his extremely busy schedule and make an appearance.”
Curran showed no emotion. No gloating, no anger, nothing at all. Jim looked at me, looked at Curran, looked back at me again. “Kate says hi,” he said finally.
“I’m ecstatic,” Curran said.
Fájdalom hasított a lábamba. Előrehajoltam, és vártam, hogy alábbhagyjon a kín, közben pedig úgy káromkodtam, mint egy kocsis.
– Szeretnéd, hogy ismét a karomban tartsalak? – suttogta valaki a fülembe.
Megpördültem, hogy bevigyek egy ütést az illető gyomrába, de az öklöm kemény izmokba ütközött.
– Remek balhorog – mondta Curran. – Egy embertől nem is rossz.
Na, persze! Hallottam, hogy egy pillanatra levegő után kapkodtál. Megérezted az ütést.
– Mit akarsz?
– Hol van a jóképű lovagod?
– És a te csinos partnered?
Az épület felé vettem az irányt. Csak úgy hagyhatom magam mögött Currant, ha belépek a lakásba, és aktiválom a védelmi varázsigét.
– Otthon – felelte. – És rám vár.
– Hát akkor tegyél meg nekem egy szívességet, és húzzál innen a francba!
Amint a lépcsőhöz értem, leültem. A lábam nem bírta tovább.
– Fáj?
– Nem, csak imádok a mocskos lépcsőn üldögélni egy méregdrága estélyiben.
– Kissé mogorva vagy ma este – jegyezte meg. – Így jár az ember, ha nem vezeti le a fölös energiáit egy jó keféléssel.
233. oldal