Derek Gaunt személy
Hair: brown, longish
Beast Form: wolf
He has a good, steady warrior form. He can speak in his warrior form.
Allergic to tortoises.
“We’re going to Blue Ribbon Stables,” I said. “It’s the closest place to rent a horse.”
“Why?” Desandra asked.
“Because I can’t keep up with you on foot,” I said.
“And she runs like a rhino,” Derek added. “You can hear her a mile away.”
Traitor. “I thought you had my back?”
“I do,” Derek said. “The rhino running is nice. Makes it easy to keep track of you. If I ever lose you, I just have to listen and there you are.”
“So you want me to track down a supernaturally fast sniper who can disappear into thin air, retrieve your maps, and do it so nobody finds out what I’m doing or why?”
I sighed. “I’ll get the paperwork.”
– Te és ő… – Széttárta az ujjait, és egymás felé közelítette őket. – Nem illetek össze.
– És miért nem?
– Mert ő puhány.
– És mi ezzel a gond?
– Csupán annyi, hogy a férfinak kell erősebbnek lennie, hogy megvédhesse a nőt.
– Mert szerinted nekem védelemre van szükségem? – Önkéntelenül is fenyegető hangnemre váltottam.
– Mondhatnám, hogy igen, de minek – felelte Derek.
„Did you get a call from PAD about me?”
„I may have.”
„What did you tell them?”
„I don't recall. I think I mentioned your discipline and ability to follow orders. I may have said something about you being a team player.”
Derek emitted a strangled cough.
„Why?” I demanded.
„It seemed like a good idea at the time.” Curran resumed hammering.
„I'm sorry,” I said into the phone, sticking my finger into my other ear so I could hear. „His Majesty tends to exaggerate things. I'm not a team player. I'm undisciplined and I have a problem with authority. Also, the Beast Lord can't hammer for shit.”
On the roof Derek was laughing his head off.
“Desandra shrugged her shoulders. „Hey, Kate? Have you thought of walking up to Hugh and telling him that he's got the biggest dick ever?” She spread her arms to the size of a baseball bat.
„No, you think it would work?” I asked.
„It's worth a try. May be he'll be so happy you noticed his pork sword, he'll forget all about trying to kill us.”
Pork sword. Kill me now. „I'll think about it.”
Ascanio began patting his clothes.
„What?” Derek growled.
"Looking for something to take notes with.”
“How did the French kill it?” Derek asked.
“They sent a Christian virgin out, and she bound it with her hair and led it back into the city, where the citizens slaughtered it. We don’t have a virgin handy.”
“No shit,” Desandra said.
The central monster bared her teeth. They were thick, sharp, and crooked.
“Quick, Derek, it’s your chance to shine,” Ascanio said.
Derek gave him a withering look.
“Desandra is a mother, Robert is married, Kate’s affianced, and I’m an old soul. You’re the closest thing to a virgin we’ve got. Get on with growing some flowing locks.”
Robert laughed. The sound was so unexpected, I almost jumped. In all the time I’d interacted with him, a careful smile was as far as he got.
“I’m going to hurt you after this,” Derek promised.
Ascanio grinned. “Hey, I just assumed you were saving yourself for marriage, my mistake.”
– Te már jártál itt korábban? – kérdezte Derek, szemét az előttünk haladó Rowena hátsójára szögezve, ami lágyan ringott a fényes, zöld selyemanyag alatt a lépcsőn felfelé menet.
– Risza miatt – feleltem.
Derek pislogott párat, mire ráeszmélt, hogy nem Rowena hátsó feléről beszélek.
– Háromszög alakú feje van, szürke és kék pikkelyek borítják a több, mint négy méter hosszú testét…
Derek teljesen elvesztette a fonalat.
(…) – Does this magic fire come with a warranty, because I think it’s defective.
– It’s not defective.
He shook with laughter.
– Go ahead, get your giggles.
– We drove an hour and a half out here, spent two hours scrounging for wood and building this fire, and we got the wrong guy. Did you screw up the area code?
– You should take your show on the road. Make some extra money with all these jokes.
He laughed harder.
– Is this a regular thing? I’m just wondering, did your family usually try to call Attila the Hun and get Genghis Khan instead?
– I’m not going to dignify that with an answer.
– Maybe you should try calling him on a regular phone, – Derek suggested. – I can help you dial the numbers. You know, do the heavy lifting.
“It could literally be anyone. It could be Rene.” Andrea waved her arms. “It could be Henderson. Anyone.”
“Not anyone,” I said. “I’m not one, you’re not one, neither is Derek. I’m reasonably sure we can exclude Curran and the kid as well.”
Andrea stared at me. “You’re not taking me seriously!”
“That’s probably because you’re not excited enough,” Derek said. “You should clench your fists like they do in the movies, shake them, and yell, ‘This is bigger than any of us! It goes all the way to the top!’ ”
Andrea pointed her finger at him. “You shut up. I don’t have to take shit from you. From her, maybe. But not from you.”
“Sit your ass down, Don Juanabe,” Derek said.
“Don Juanabe?” Ascanio pulled out his swords.
“Don Juan Wannabe,” Derek explained. “See, I shortened it. If you still don’t get it, I’ll write it down for you after the fight.”
“You’ve maxed out your wit quota for the night,” Ascanio said.
“I’m just getting started.”
“Be careful, you might sprain something in your brain.”