Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

I took a hand on the muzzle of the animal, and he caress. In the meantime, a few drops of rain heavier

began to beat against the roof of the barn.

"What's your name?" I asked him.

"Sleipnir".

I walked away after a short time. I was aware that I needed to give me

move if I didn't want to be late for the lesson. "It's better that I go, befo starts to flood".

"Don't make the stubborn and let me drive you".

Davil waved the keys to his car, and the view of a thunder light up the sky, I could not do less than to nod. The rain was taking pace and starting to roar furiously.

I took her, leaving me in front of the entrance of the campus, and I said goodbye quickly after you have thanked. To avoid bagnarmi completely, courses as fast as possible up to the dormitory, riparandomi to barely the collar of the coat.

When I arrived in the room, Fergie luckily, it was already gone, and I wa able to prepare in peace for the umpteenth day of classes. I had yet to find the patience to tell her everything that had happened to me, I was certain

that you wanted to be a plausible explanation for my absence that night. I still didn't know how to leave out the night passed in the house of Davil, but on this I had no doubt: I had to he lie to her. Fortunately, the Hewitt's, not I had no explanation for his absence the night before: he usually told you everything, and I don't know if I would be able to hold back this. But the secret of that night was too big, I had to hold it for me, or I could lose my cause problems.

After wearing the uniform, I met Hewitt in the cafeteria, and together we headed over to the first lesson of the morning. Seemed to pass in a moment. When finished, I convinced him to rintanarmi in the library.

There was a worm in my head that made me squirm from the desire to know. So I immediately started searching. I picked up a couple of books that had the folklore of various cultures of central and Northern Europe.

I wasn't sure what I was looking for, if not for an echo in my mind: I was sure to have read that name somewhere.

I opened the first volume, and I began to search through the pages, sfogliandole quick, with rudeness, without finding anything. I continued this way for a good half an hour, fixed on that volume, until someone interrupted my search.

Just Caden showed up in front of me, giving a look at the books I had on the table. "Since when do you interest mythology scandinavian?"

He wore the uniform and with his hair all cleaned up and combed back, it seemed like a schoolboy model: nothing to do with when I had seen the evening before a swim in the lake.

"To tell you the truth, it is for a search. Regarding the internship". I lied. I was not willing to tell that to anyone, let alone him.

"But yesterday, that at the end you did? We have searched everywhere'.

"I received a phone call". I tried to change the subject. "You do not study the Letters as Fergie? Maybe you can give me a hand, will surely know more than me."

Caden he sat down next to me and took away the book from your hands to flip through it in turn. "There is something in particular that interests you?" "Yes. Can you tell me something about hunting in the wild?" He seemed surprised by my request; perhaps wondered what there came a legend like the one with a murderer on the loose. But asked no questions about it, and continued to flip through the book. "Not much to tell the truth". I was disappointed by his first statement, and he noticed the pout

that I put up instinctively, so she hastened to speak. "I know that, as a myth, it is developed in several european countries, from Germany to Britain, but I believe he has also become popular in Scandinavia. Generally describes a procession at night of supernatural beings that moves in a furious beat of the hunt, with a lot of animals and monstrous creatures to the following".

"What else?" "It

was said that those who meet the procession on its way it's destined to be killed". She bit the in right books".

Nodded,

but with the mind I was still firm to his short explanation. I tried to hide in his eyes, the terro luck, my cell phone vibrated at that moment and gave me the excuse is perfect for the lower face and get away with the look of the persistent Caden.

It was a message of Davil. This awareness eliminated any

thoughts I had in my head. "Excuse me a second," I muttered, distracted, to Caden.

"Do well," he replied, taking hold of one of the books on the table, while I went with the attention on the phone.

Didn't surprise me that he had my number. Bonavick had warned that he would have given our contact details to any co-workers to stay in contact during the internship, and in case of need.

I think you've forgotten something at my house.

I bit her bottom lip to hold back a laugh, smug, and the cheeks I went to the fire, while I lifted my gaze only to see that no one could read that message me, and that my flickering mild to capture the curiosity of someone.

Davil he must have found my gift: a pair of panties and abandoned in the drawer of his bedside table, right next to the key to his handcuffs.

His presence, I destabilizzava and I shook the legs, but the messages were fertile ground for my courage, so I told him.

The next time you use them to tie you to the bed instead of the handcuffs.

You have to first remove my doubt. What are you wearing for the whole morning, under the dress, if you have left here with my boxers?

I'm sure you're smart enough to get there alone.

Don't fuck with me, little fox. Your luck was that I've discovered only now that you're no longer here, you

would not have exit alive from this house otherwise.

I decided not to answer him. Put away your phone and focus on Caden and to our research. But in my head, meanwhile, began to vorticare other a thousand reasons and a thousand other ways to push it to the limit.

To drop him to his knees first.

Chapter 10

"It's called murder, baby

Everyone dreams of prince charming, but no one he wants to kiss the frog.

Kerys

"I have brought the fuel".

Caden slid onto the chair in front of me and she slid on the table, two coffee and milk steaming.

I smiled, grateful, and taken immediately to a sip from my-it was not the pumpkin spice latte, but it was fine the same. "Thank you."

They were days that we met in the library, at the same time, all the afternoon. At the begi

Also because the books that we had collected they always said the same things. Both with regard to the hunt, the wild, both the horseman without a head. Nothing in those stories had given me the slightest clue, even a single information that I could co