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

When we returned to Otherworld to prove that things weren't so hunky-dory back on Earth, we
found our home city in an uproar with a full-scale civil war going on. We reconsidered our options
and showed up on the doorstep of the Elfin Queen.

When we dropped the dead demons and other assorted goodies at her feet, Queen Asteria
promptly proclaimed that, like it or not, as of that moment we were now working for her. Oh, and
one other thing—a little thing, really—just don't tell the OIA about this arrangement. When a
millennia-old magic-wielding queen tells you to do something, you don't argue.

One thing we knew for sure: Where there was one demon, there were bound to be more. Where
there was one Degath Squad, other Hell Scouts would follow, and eventually, with an army to back
them up. And even with the help of Camille's boyfriends, Trillian and Morio, a gorgeous hunk of
dragon flesh we knew only by the name of Smoky, and my boyfriend Chase Johnson, we were a
pale wall of defense.


The door opened, and Camille blew through. She was in full getup: flowing plum chiffon skirt, black
lace bustier, black PVC boots that laced up her calves, their heels a mile high. Her eyes sparkled
with silver. She'd been running magic, all right. Her glamour was so strong that I was amazed she
didn't have a pack of men following her home.

Of the three of us, she had the most appeal to full-blooded humans. Her very scent invited them to
come play, and her voluptuous curves left little to the imagination.

Camille had another side, though. She'd taken care of us after our mother died. Menolly was off in
her own little world by then, though not yet a vampire, but Camille held it together for our father
and for the three of us.

"Something tripped the wards," she said. "I can feel it. Anything happen tonight I should know
about?"

I jumped up. "I've been waiting for you to get home." I glanced out the window. First light was only
moments away. "I want you to come out back with me. I smelled cat magic last night, and I think
we might have a Were prowling around, but I'm not positive. I was in cat form, and the full moon
can cloud my senses."

She ruffled my hair, a habit that I both loved and hated. "Let's go check it out, sweetie." With a
glance at Menolly, she added, "You need to get downstairs. The sky's clear, and the sun will be up
soon. I'm surprised you aren't already feeling the pull."

Menolly brushed her eyes. "I am, actually. I'll put Maggie in her box and go to bed." Unlike most
vampires, Menolly slept in an actual bed, and her nest—very Martha Stewart—was hidden in the
basement behind a secret entrance we'd fashioned to keep out intruders. No one else but Iris
knew that the bookshelves in the kitchen actually opened up to reveal the staircase leading to
Menolly's apartment.

Camille followed me out to the backyard. I grabbed a trowel on the way. Everything looked so
different from this height, but the minute I saw the cockleburs, I felt my dander rise. I stopped,
kneeling down to root them out.