"Joanna Wylde - Saurellian 5 - Jerred's Price" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wylde Joanna)

“Is there anything that’s not thirsty work for you, Vetch?” a man asked. Giselle
looked up, startled.
Her breath caught.
Vetch had always seemed tall to her, but this man towered over the friendly
freighter captain. His face was hard, angular, and a nasty scar twisted one side of it,
pulling his features into a permanent snarl. Startled, she looked down quickly, but she
couldn’t seem to take her eyes off him. He wore tall, black boots that seemed to be made
of leather, of all things. Leather was expensive… Her eyes moved slowly upward
following a roughened pair of black breeches that clung to every lean muscle of his legs.
A loose, black shirt draped his upper body, and he carried a leather jacket cradled in
one arm.
His gaze met hers coolly as her eyes reached his face. That scar caught her attention
again, and she found herself looking at it with morbid fascination. What kind of wound
would do damage like that, and why hadn’t he gotten it fixed? He cleared his throat
meaningfully. Embarrassed, she flashed a smile at him. She had been rude. He didn’t
smile back. In fact, he didn’t respond to her at all. Instead he looked away, checking out



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the room as if he was expecting trouble. Her intuition pricked, and she made a mental
note to keep an eye on him. If there was trouble this evening, she’d bet her last credit it
would come from him.
“Find a seat, and I’ll be right with you,” she said to him, trying not to let him see
how uncomfortable he made her. She’d be damned if she’d show him weakness.
“Thanks, Giselle,” he said softly. He rolled her name across his tongue slowly, as if
savoring its taste and sound.
He nodded to Vetch, indicating a table against the wall. As they walked over
together, she watched out the corner of her eye as he took a seat against the wall.
Definitely dangerous. She might want to warn Manya…
She brought them their pitcher and some glasses, and tried flashing another smile at
him. But even Vetch’s expression was sober now, and it was clear her presence wasn’t
wanted. Then a group of Debsian traders came in talking loudly, and her attention was
taken up filling their drink orders. Still, she pointed the man out to Manya when he
came out from the back office to tend bar. She didn’t like Black Leather’s attitude one
little bit.
The bar filled steadily over the next two hours, and while she checked regularly on
the two men, they didn’t want anything more from her. She had to admit, the way
Vetch’s friend ignored her piqued her interest. She was used to men noticing her, used
to them paying attention when she flirted and smiled at them. She was getting nothing
from him, although at times she felt as if might be watching her.
After she stopped by the table to check on them a third time, something flickered in
his eyes as she brushed past him—she knew she was on to something. He noticed her,
but he didn’t want to show it. She smiled to herself, wondering why she was bothering
to play this little game with him. Boredom? Maybe. A little flirting would make the shift
go faster. After all, if he were going to cause trouble, he would have by now. She
reached one hand to her already low neckline and pulled it down just a bit. Manya gave