The Mist and the Lightning. Part 19

“Lila, wring out the hem, it’s all wet,” Arel laughed, seeing what her face looked like when she looked at Nik.

And Nik got up and, taking Lila by the hand, led her upstairs to their room.

Kors very much wanted to tell him not to linger and do everything quickly, but he couldn’t. He hated Lila for this, for those couple of hours for which she took his boy away from him.

Arel held out the goblet to him:

“Shall we have a drink?”

But Kors didn't want to.

“He just needs female energy from time to time to complete the balance,” the prince said, as if consoling Kors.

“I know!” Kors said irritably. “Do you need her, Arel?”

“I don’t,” Arel shook his head, “I don’t need anything to be full, because I am empty.

Kors handed him his goblet.

“For you, Prince Arel!”

And Arel condescendingly and smugly smiled at him.

Chapter 16

Vitor Kors was sitting at the table among the joyful guests, having the heebie-jeebies. He was literally counting down the minutes, resisting the temptation to see how his boy was doing. More than an hour passed, and Nik was still gone, and Kors could hardly restrain himself from breaking loose, struggling with a wild desire to immediately rush upstairs to the room and finally throw this bitch out of their bed! Throw her away like he did with that pissing cat!

And suddenly he saw Lila. She entered the hall, all the same smart and happy. “Damn, she literally glows with happiness!” Kors thought with sincere anger. “Tol’s bitch achieved with her ass what she wanted!”

And Lila approached the musicians and began to explain something to them. One of the guests helped her climb onto the drum again, and everyone clapped, obviously expecting another fun dance. But the musicians played a slow and quiet melody, and Lila just stood on the drum, pressing her crossed hands to her chest, and then started singing:

I thank You God for moon and sun,

For wonder of the planets run,

For every moment, Good Lord, You will give me!

For light and shade, for joy, dismay,

For my the best till present day,

For every new inhale yet — Hallelujah!

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah

Hallelujaaaa…

Kors looked at the guests, frozen in delight, and at Lila, and thought that, oddly enough, despite the fact that Lila had white hair, he never had any interest in her, and he didn’t like her. In general, Kors was aware of her sad story — how the Reds attacked the village where Lila’s family lived and set fire to their house. Her brother Dick Nedwill managed to hide Lila in the cellar. Their parents were burned alive, and Dick was badly burned, for which he later received his nickname — Coal. When the blacks liberated the village and found Lila, they saw that after a few days spent in the basement, the girl had become gray-haired. Maybe that’s why Kors was not attracted to Lila, because she was not a real blonde, her hair was actually gray, and not naturally blond. Lila had dark skin and brown eyes, nothing of the White’s Upper race, and although Lila was considered a beauty by black standards, until now, Kors simply didn’t notice this commoner. Now he hated her.

“If Lila is here, where is Nik?” and, unable to wait any longer and even think about the situation for a bit, Kors already used his power to “find” him.

He immediately “found” and “saw” Nik. He was very close, on the first floor of the Estate, in a small living room, adorned with hunting trophies — deer antlers and stuffed quails. Nik stood there, neatly dressed, with his weapons strapped on, and even, it seems, ran a comb through his hair a couple of times, because he was not disheveled. Or was it Lila who smoothed his hair after making love with him? But now Kors was no longer up to Lila and not to the point that she seemed to dare to comb his boy, because Nik was standing in this room and talking to…

“You motherfucker!” Kors literally jumped up in his chair, since Arel, who was sitting next to him, was already pretty drunk by this time and didn’t notice this.

“This scum continues to follow us! He’s waiting for Nik, waiting until he moves away from me at least a step!” Kors barely suppressed the urge to rush at them immediately.

Before Nik stood Zagpeace Gezaria:

“Freedom is obviously good for you, I’m glad to see it,” Peace said, turning to Nik.

And Kors felt, “heard” that Nik was drunk or already stoned while getting “filled with energy” with Lila, that it was difficult for him to think, and he was desperately trying not to get out of the role of a “lame fool with a pretty face”, barely understanding what Zagpeace was saying to him.

(Kors began to shake: “Fuck, Nik! You’re going to ruin everything! No wonder I didn’t let you get into conversations with true blacks! Gods, what a stupid irresponsible jerk! What to do?!”)