Day Reaper. Melody Johnson
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Название: Day Reaper
Автор: Melody Johnson
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: The Night Blood Series
isbn: 9781601834270
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“Only because we’re divided,” I interjected.
Walker’s eyes flicked to me, and Dominic flinched beside me. Walker’s gaze was filled with so much anger and revulsion, I was reminded just how close his thumb still was to the safety.
“Cassidy’s correct,” Dr. Chunn said.
Silence stretched, and I could feel the heavy weight of doubt settle on Dr. Chunn from everyone’s collective, unresponsive stare.
“She is,” she insisted. “Detective Wahl and her raid might not have failed if the Day Reapers hadn’t shown up and tried to save the day on their own.”
“They’d won against the Damned once,” Nathan said. “I’m sure they thought they could do it again.”
“They probably could have, but not with dozens of entranced humans in their way.” Dr. Chunn shook her head. “We were an ill-equipped, divided front, and Jillian used that to her advantage and won.”
Walker snorted, and I realized where Ronnie had learned to sound so derisive. “And having an army of nearly a hundred ten-foot-tall creatures with talons like sabers and scales like armor didn’t have anything to do with it.”
“It did, of course,” Dr. Chunn said, frowning at his tone. “But we didn’t help ourselves either. We didn’t stand against them with our best, united front. We didn’t punch back with planning and precision. We were desperate, and the Day Reapers were overconfident, and that, in combination with our lack of solidarity, was a disaster. The Damned are stronger and taller and more lethal, but we have intelligence where they only have instinct and orders. We could have won against them—but we didn’t—and Cassidy is right when she says that one of the main reasons we didn’t is because we were divided.”
“One of the reasons?” Walker raised his eyebrows. “As in, there’s more than one?”
“Yes, and I’d like to show all of you.” Her eyes shifted to the gun in Walker’s hands and pressed flush against Ronnie’s chest.
Walker looked down at his gun as if just realizing he was still holding it, and then he lifted his gaze back to Ronnie. “I’m not okay with this,” he said, his voice a low rumble.
“And I am?” Ronnie shook her head, and her expression said very plainly that she thought he was an idiot. “You think that I’m okay with being the very creature I’ve feared my entire life? You think I’m okay with attacking people to drink their blood and entrancing them to survive and being the weakest, most pathetic vampire because I can’t do either of those things? You think I’m okay with losing my hair and looking like death?” she shrieked.
Walker’s mouth opened and closed without uttering a word.
Ronnie let go of the gun. “I’m not any more okay with this than you are, but I can’t just wiggle my nose and fix it. I can’t do anything except live with it, assuming I get to keep living,” she said, eyeing Walker’s trigger finger.
Walker didn’t move; not even his thumb hovering over the safety so much as twitched. And then he put up his gun.
I sighed in relief, releasing the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. “All right, doc, let’s see what you’ve got.”
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