"Yasmine Galenorn - Sisters of the Moon 02 - Changeling" - читать интересную книгу автора (Galenorn Yasmine)

And me? I was the middle child, though both Camille and Menolly annoyed the hell out of me by
treating me like the baby. At least I had them both beat in the height department. I topped six one,
and my body was muscled and lean. No couch potato kitty for me, except during my late-night TV
binges.

My hair would have been called flaxen by a poet, and until recently had fallen almost to my waist.
Tired of the constant upkeep, I'd marched into a salon and asked for a layered shag that barely
skimmed my shoulders.

The three of us looked about as much like sisters as we did like goblins. Our mother had been
human, and our father was one of the Sidhe. We fell at odd points along the spectrum.
Unfortunately, our half-breed status upset the status quo with Father's relatives. Worse, it upset
our internal balance.

Camille's magic proved chaotic and was as erratic as her choice in men. Menolly could climb a
hundred-foot tree, but she fell off a simple perch when spying on a rogue clan of vampires. They, in
turn, tortured and turned her into one of them.

As for me… my shape-shifting was unpredictable, and I couldn't always control it. And even though I
was a Were, no gorgeous lioness appeared when I transformed. Just a golden, long-haired tabby,
whose tail occasionally got stuck in the briar bush and who ended up with fleas. Damn it. I smelled
like Advantage and the beginning of a rash was climbing up my back. It seemed Iris had dosed me
a good one. I needed to take a shower before I broke out in hives.

"Where's Camille? I have to talk to her about something I felt out in the woods last night." I
glanced around, looking for signs that she might be home. No stilettos, no corsets lying around, no
stench of sulfur from misfired magic.

"She said she was stopping off at Morio's before coming home," Menolly said.

Just then Iris appeared in the doorway. "Camille just called. She's on her way home. I'm going to
take off for the store. She should rest for a while before coming in," the house sprite said. "Tell her
I'll expect her in around one?"

I nodded, watching as Iris bustled off. Camille ostensibly owned the Indigo Crescent, a bookstore
in downtown Belles-Faire, a grimy suburb of Seattle. In truth, it was a front for the OIA—the
Otherworld Intelligence Agency—for which we worked. They'd sent us Earthside because, bluntly,
they thought we were a bunch of bumbling bimbos. Klutzes we might be, but a pack of vacuous T &
A? Never. We had brains! We had looks! We had… the worst record in the service. However, thanks
to the bureaucracy, instead of getting us out of the way, the OIA had put us right on the fast track
to Hell.


A few months ago, we'd had a nasty bit of business with a Degath Squad, a trio of demons from
the Subterranean Realms who were on a scouting mission. They were looking for the spirit
seals—ancient artifacts that, when joined together, would open the portals and allow Shadow
Wing and his minions to take over both Earth and Otherworld.

We'd barely managed to squeak through the assault alive.