Crónicas Vampíricas 10 Cántico de Sangre by Anne Rice Read Free Book Online Page B

weird and he was hoping Mona was already dead.
    I sparked off the memory of him at Mass in his Gothic robes holding the chalice in his hands. This is my blood. And for reasons I couldn't possibly explain, I was taken slap back to my village childhood in France, to the ancient church and the village priest saying those very same words, chalice in hand, and for a moment I lost my perspective on everything. Other mortal memories threatened, perfected in color and lucidity. I saw the monastery where I'd studied, so happy, where I'd so wanted to be a monk. Oh, this was sickening.
    And with another decided chill, I realized that Dr. Mayfair had caught these images out of my mind before I closed it up again.
    I shook it off, annoyed for a moment that the double parlor was so crowded with shadow. Then my eyes latched on to the stark, don't belong, figure of Oncle Julien, three-dimensional and exquisitely solid in a slim gray suit, standing in the far corner, arms folded, eying me with calculating opposition. He was fiercely actual, and fiercely bright.
    "What's wrong with you?" Dr. Rowan Mayfair asked. Her voice was deep, husky and sensual. Her eyes were still picking me apart.
    "You don't see any ghost in here, do you?" I blurted out without thinking, the ghost just standing there all the while as it came clear to me that of course they didn't, neither of them. This shining and self-contained menace had it in for me.
    "No, I don't see anything," Rowan answered promptly. "There's a ghost in this room that I ought to see?"
    Women with these husky voices have a miraculous advantage.
    "You do have your ghosts here," Fr. Kevin said acceptingly. Yankee accent. Boston. "As Quinn's friend, I thought you'd know."
    "Oh, I do, yes," I said. "But I never get used to them. Ghosts scare me. So do angels."
    "And didn't you hold an exorcism to get rid of Goblin?" asked the priest, throwing me off guard.
    "Yes, and it worked," I said, glad of the distraction. "Goblin's gone from this house, and Quinn's free of him for the first time in his life. I wonder what it will mean to him."
    Oncle Julien didn't budge.
    "Where is she?" asked Rowan, meaning Mona, who else?
    "She wants to stay here," I said. "You know, it's simple." I crossed in front of her and sat down in a chair with its back to the floor lamp, putting myself in a bit of shadow, and so I could see everyone, even my nemesis. "She doesn't want to die at Mayfair Medical. She managed to drive the limousine all the way over here. You know Mona. And she's with Quinn upstairs. I want you to trust us. Leave her with us. We'll take care of her. We can call Aunt Queen's old nurse to help us."
    Rowan was staring at me as if I'd lost my mind.
    "Do you realize how difficult it's going to be?" she asked. She sighed and a great weariness showed itself in her, but only for an instant. "Do you realize how difficult it can get?" "You've brought the oxygen and morphine, haven't you?" I glanced over my shoulder in the direction of
    the ambulance out front. "Leave them. Cindy, the nurse, will know how to use them. " Rowan raised her eyebrows. Same weariness again, but her strength was greater. She was trying to figur e
    me out. Absolutely nothing about me frightened her or repelled her. I found her beautiful. There was a limitless intelligence behind her eyes. "Quinn can't possibly understand what he's taking on," she said gently. "I don't want him to be hurt. I
    don't want her to die in pain. Do you follow me? " "Of course I do," I said. "Trust me that we'll call you when it's time. " She bowed her head, but only for a second . "No, no, you don't understand," she said, the husky voice so expressive of concern. "There's n o
    reasonable explanation for her being still alive right now. "
    "It's her will," I countered. I'm telling you the truth, there is no reason to be concerned for her. "She' s resting, free of pain," I said . "That's impossible," Rowan whispered . Something flickered in her expression . "Who are