Quotes
When I multiplied his answer by a factor of Cambridge, Paris, Padua and Montpellier – all of which I was sure had had a student named Matthew Clairmont or some variation of the name – it made a staggering amount of degrees dance around in my head. What had he not studied in all those many years, and with whom had he studied?
»Undskyld.« Jeg lukkede øjnene og knugede hænderne i et forsøg på at samle tankerne. »Det er ligesom en sygdom. Jeg kan ikke styre min nysgerrighed, når du begynder at fortælle.«
»Det ved jeg godt. Det er et af de problemer, en vampyr står over for, når han er sammen med en heks, der er historiker.« Matthew vendte mundvigene nedad, men hans øjne glimtede som sorte stjerner.
»Hvis du vil undgå de problemer i fremtiden, vil jeg foreslå, at du går uden om Bodleians afdeling for håndbøger i palæografi,« sagde jeg spidst.
»Jeg kan ikke overkomme mere end én historiker i øjeblikket.« Matthew rejste sig smidigt. »Jeg spurgte, om du var sulten.«
Det var mig en gåde, at han blev ved – hvornår var jeg ikke sulten?
»Ja,« sagde jeg og forsøgte at komme op af en dyb Morris-stol. Matthew rakte hånden frem. Jeg tog den, og han trak mig ubesværet op.
Vi stod ansigt til ansigt, og vores kroppe var lige ved at røre hinanden. Jeg koncentrerede mig om bulen fra Bethania-ampullaen under hans sweater.
"Diana?"Matthew's contented voice penetrated my thoughts. "Did you hear what I said?«
"Sorry."I closed my eyes and clasped my hands in an attempt to gather my thoughts. "It's like a disease. I can't control my curiosity when you start telling.«
"I know that. It is one of the problems a vampire faces when dating a witch who is a historian. Matthew turned the corners of his mouth down, but his eyes gleamed like Black Stars.
"If you want to avoid those problems in the future, I would suggest that you bypass Bodleian's Department of manuals in Palaeography," I said pointedly.
"I can't get over more than one historian at the moment."Matthew got up smoothly. "I asked if you were hungry.«
It was a mystery to me that he stayed on – when was I not hungry?
"Yes," I said, trying to get out of a deep Morris chair. Matthew held out his hand. I took it and he pulled me up effortlessly.
We stood face to face and our bodies were just touching each other. I concentrated on the bulge from the Bethania ampulla under his sweater.
His gaze wandered over me, leaving its trail as if of cold snowflakes. "You look adorable."I bowed my head, and the usual lok fell to my face. He raised his hand, as he had done several times recently, and stroked it behind my ear. This time his fingers went to my neck. He lifted my hair away from his neck and let it fall through his fingers as if it were water. The cool air against my skin made it ride cold down my back.
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