"Holly Lisle - Secret Texts 2 - Vengeance Of Dragons" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lisle Holly)

Anwyn was going through the shelves again, looking for somethingthat would suit him as well as
the thick, bitter tuber beer that heliked best. He took his time answering. “Andrew found her
forme — a street urchin with a bit of size to her, and anattitude. She thought she could handle
anything.”

“Until she met you.”

“Until then, yes.” Anwyn chuckled.

“And when you were done with her, Andrew . . .borrowed her?”

Anwyn pulled a dark green bottle out of the back of the bottomshelf and said, “Hah! I thought I’d
put this away forlater.” It was lakkar, green mango beer, and to Crispinit was as unpalatable as
paurel. Anwyn uncorked the bottleand strolled over to the window, his hooves clipping sharply
on themarble floor. He dropped into a seat opposite Crispin, took a swigof his drink, and sighed.
“She wasn’t young enough tointerest Andrew. You know his tastes.” He shrugged. “Iplayed with
her until I broke her. Then I put her in the WindGarden. The bellshrubs were going gray and
dropping their flowersbefore they could set their seeds; I thought they could use somefertilizer.”

“I’m glad you were paying attention. I’ve beentoo busy lately to notice any of the plants, but I’d
hate tolose the bellshrubs. They’re charming when they’refruiting. I’ll take a look at them the
next time I’m inthe West Wing — make sure the fertilizer did enough.”Crispin sipped his own
drink and leaned back against the cool,smooth marble of the window frame. “At least I
haven’tbeen neglecting them for nothing. All that work looks likeit’s going to pay off. The
meeting went well, don’t youthink?”

“Hard to believe it could have gone better. I wish I couldhave been there in person — I would
have loved seeing thosefaces up close when your Galweighs were setting out theirbargain.”
Anwyn took another gulp of his drink and shook hishead. “They didn’t see a problem with their
plan atall?”

“If they saw a problem, they certainly didn’t mentionit.”
“Amazing. They’re ready to commit two of theirairibles to the attack against Ry and that bitch of
theirs? Andtroops? And they’ll send in their troops against their ownFamily?” Anwyn chortled.
“The question then becomes: Arethey genuinely naive, or do they think they’re beingclever?”

“I read their paraglese this way: He’s a small-time,double-dealing manipulator, but he sees
himself as the future headof a great Galweigh empire. He certainly doesn’t intend tohand over
Galweigh House without a fight — I think he closeshis eyes and sees himself at the head of the
table there,commanding armies and armadas across the known world with thetwitch of a finger.
He may take us for fools, but perhaps hebelieves whatever double-cross he’s set up will be
sufficientto get us out of the way.”

“Then you don’t think he intends to honor hisword.”

Someone rapped at the door.

“To Sabirs? Of course not.” Crispin rose to unlock it,and found his cousin Andrew waiting on the
other side. “I waswondering where you’d got to,” he said. The scent ofblood still clung to