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He scared me. My reaction to him and his hugs scared me. The last tickling sensation in my chest also excited me at the same time, but at the same time I felt warm. In his strong hands it felt good and cozy, reliable and comfortable, as if we had already known each other for a thousand years.
I wonder how long vampires live? Here you will inadvertently believe in the transmigration of souls.
He gently stroked my back.
– Everything will be fine, Sally. Like I said, I'm sure your mom had good reasons for leaving you here. But look at it this way: you, like other students, need to develop your abilities. So do just this and by your next meeting you will be able to convince her that you have already learned everything and you have nothing to do here.
Pulling away from the guy, I looked into his emerald eyes and honestly admitted:
“I feel like a boy with a scar.”
– Pf-f-f! – he said mockingly. “You’re much cooler, believe me.” Could he do that?
A moment, and the guy was not on the bench. Turning my head, I saw him already standing on the porch of the freshman building.
– Or so? – he shouted, instantly moving to the fountain.
I even stood up from the bench, my mouth parted in amazement. I definitely saw this for the first time.
– Or so?
Now the guy stood on a thick branch of the tree closest to the bench, relaxing with one hand on the mighty trunk. All this time he moved so quickly that my eyes did not have time to catch anything at all. I stood there, hit on the head like a dust bag, sincerely admiring the abilities of others.
Abilities that brought Nirel straight to me. The last time he stopped a breath away from me – so that I felt his warm breath on my lips.
– Or so? – he whispered, looking first into my eyes, then at my lips.
– Salaman Dragon! – a commanding female voice suddenly called out to me.
Having jumped away from the brunette a good half meter, I looked at the dissatisfied one. She stood right on the porch of the freshman building and held the front door ajar.
– How long will it take to wait for you? You should have come for bed linen an hour ago!
“I’m coming,” I muttered, briefly looking at my guide. – I went. Thank you for telling me so much.
– Dragon! – they hurried me impatiently.
– In general, thank you.
As I climbed the steps to the porch, I allowed myself to turn around at the very door. Nirel continued to stand under the tree right next to the bench. His gaze was fixed on my face, which probably reflected regret and a
Not because I seem to have lost the kiss. That's exactly what I didn't want to think about right now. But because she didn’t find out anything about the “Recorder”.
When talking with Madame Pelisey, my mother asked her not to let me near this unknown thing, so that I would not suddenly find out who my father was.
But why? Why shouldn't I know this?
This was the second question she never answered.