Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

Draven there, he sat, in silence. "We know

that he died from smoke inhalation and asphyxiation". When Davil spoke this sentence, my eyes ran over him. Sat with a thigh on the desk and rigirava one of his folders in his hands.

For the first time since I started the internship, I couldn't do anything other than watch and listen to, without the need to intervene. I felt drained, in a certain sense. So I remained silent and I waited for someone to say what came into my head, because I no longer had the strength or the desire to participate in everything. Just like Draven.

"For the first time, it is not a poison". It was Hewitt to notice that detail, that change in his scheme. "Maybe because he's not needed". Again, silence.

"Or maybe..." Only then I decided to speak. "Trying to tell us something."

To be honest, I had no particular expectations for the evening of the twenty-one in December. The winter solstice.

The party, organized by the university had been arranged over two floors, the lobby and the main dining room above, where it had been celebrated the memorial for Alex Moore. No one knew when it would have been done that for Cassidy and Vincent or if there would have ever been.

The fact that the body of Vincent was somewhere else and that he was no longer a student of the Rotten from the previous year he had

encouraged by the rector to give his approval for this party, full of people.

Christmas decorations from red tones matched the colors of the university and the typical golden christmas had been replaced by silver, in perfect harmony with the snow still dense outside those walls.

Before I even get along at Caden's streets swarmed with people intent on getting to that small corner of a distraction. It was passed to me under the dormitory. Had not said a single word about my hair, left loose on the back and with the usual black bow between the strands of hair, but that wasn't difficult to notice, his gaze eager on me when you arrived in the room I was forced to take off my coat.

The dress that I had chosen for that night was as black as the strands of hair that appeared between the tips of my hair. The bodice made of lace and silk adhered to my bust showing a few flaps of skin with some transparencies and a flouncy miniskirt surrounded me from the sides. It was studded crystals on the chest and on the straps that were hanging in the points crucial.

The length of the skirt, the hooks of the garter belt peeking out from under the hem to hold up the parisian veiled. And after having slipped my usual Mary Jane, I decided that I would add the lace gloves.

"Wow," you let out Caden, as soon as his eyelids fell on my legs.

He was not hurt, stylish outfit. I didn't give a result of his comment, and I submit, in the hall in search of Fergie and all the others.

The beating heart of the festival was the music. And if at first I had thought he had dared too much with the dress, when I met Fergie and Lizzy I soon realized that I had nothing to fear.

Fergie wore a dress of red velvet by dizziness, while Lizzy with his black hair was perfect with a green christmas at him.

Both the clothes left little to the imagination. Aron, on the contrary, just as Caden, was wearing a pair of pants and a shirt left unbuttoned.

Maybe, after everything that had happened in the last few months, to be there all together to celebrate was not the most ethical thing to do. But we also left too much space to the pain. It seemed like the whole college had need of a rite of purification collective that bad. I, certainly I needed.

I turned to Caden, and I realized that I had said nothing about the other activities of the evening, the di

Of course you would be held here.

"And the mystery to solve?" I asked, while Fergie and Lizzy went into the space that was the dance floor. "There is a little bit too many people for such a thing?"

"By the way..." Caden scratched the nape of the neck, with a flush of embarrassment, and I I immediately started on the alert. "I realized that you have not confirmed with you one thing, when I invited".

I began to spazientirmi. "Spit it out, Caden". "You know that the rector Averill is my father, right?" I stood for a moment speechless in the face of that information. To be honest, I hadn't the faintest idea. During our study sessions , we had chatted about many things, but never of our families.

"I know that now" ammisi, reluctant. "Go ahead."

"Di

"What would you say?" I asked him then, overwhelmed.

"That is a di

It took me a while to process it all. "Why not me, you said, right now?" that was the first thing that I asked. "And most of all... why are we here, if we would have to go there?"

"Because it is here that organizes all the years. And not I only said that because I knew that you would have said no".

"What do you think?" I asked him then, exasperated. "That is putting me to the destination I would have been excited?"

"Then you come?" he asked, mockingly.

"Bad way to get you to forgive, Caden". I felt the stirring me to the heart beat at a thousand to the idea that it was not there, among our friends, that we were going to spend the evening. And nervous to be was forced to accept a plan which I was not aware of.

"I promise that I'll repay the favor. Then, after di

I did not like at all, but the look in his eyes that is beaten up I realized that he cared really. And the puzzle, in the end, I liked. "Show me the way" I muttered. "Before I change your mind".

He understood that it was better not to add other words to the conversation, and so I grabbed his hand and started dragging me across the lobby of the building, competing to fatigue among the multitude of people that was there. I looked back with regret to the people of my ag to have fun in the fray, and I followed my guide up to the corridor th led to the ancient stairs of the college.

"Where are we going?" I asked him, when we took the steps that brought you down.

"In the basement".

I felt that there was something wrong with them, that I was forgetting to scan one or two very important details. But the more I tried to reflect it, the more I escaped, and soon we were in front of a room below to the ones where she was tending the party. There were a couple

waiters that were back and forth to a corridor that turned on one of the corners of those four walls.

Caden I was still upon the hand, gently. "What is it? A sort of secret meeting?"

He laughed. "My father goes crazy for these things. I know that you al love you, maybe at least you'll have fun tonight."

So calpestammo the ancient stone head towards the hallway and, as soon as we turned, it was not difficult to hear a chatter general the lounge music in the background propagate from the room where we were heading.