Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

The temptation to which we were going to be forced to give in, the thought of impurity which reverberates and return, and to which we cling with obsession.

Could we call him joy, to pretend that we did it to save us the skin.

An evil of which to be proud, because it had been necessary to keep us in life, distract River. But the truth was another, and he and I knew very well.

The library was a mess, it looked like a tornado had passed to the inside. And also with the arm bleeding and his face was distorted, he exuded a magnetism undeniable. Her statuesque body was still clearly visible through the shirt open and I was dying inside at the mere idea that, after all that had happened, I felt the attraction still vivid inside me.

"Please, put yourself in the foot". His eyes I squadrarono from head to foot with an intensity that sconquassarmi the members.

Including that he, too, in spite of everything, was experiencing the same dilemma. Only then I realized the danger was over, facing the River so directly. I got up, sistemandomi the little skirt while I reached my, without taking away eyes off her. He placed a finger against his chest.

"You." Ringhiai.

He grabbed my wrist and held him tightly, leaving the grip on his wound.

"I...," And

in spite of everything, she found the courage to dedicate a smile to lose the breath. Then pulled violently my wrist towards him, forcing me to press my breasts against his chest, and buried her mouth against my ear. Still.

"Listen to me, now." His tone of voice did not accept replies. Was not amused: he was as serious as ever. "No one, not even the police, you will have to tell you about what was going to happen between us tonight."

"It was not my intention to do so". My eyes incatenarono to her, while making the minimum distances to be able to see his or her face.

But it was so close that his breath beating against my face. His lips were a kiss away from mine.

"Seriously. Says a single word and things will not end well, for either of us".

"I said that I will not do it. Do not trust me?"

I do not shrink from the fact that it was already strange that we were the two of us just live in that carnage. And that we were there, together, before everything happened.

"I need a guarantee. I was

surprised to realize how important it was for him, but I imagined that it was his entire career.

"I assure you that it is not in my interest to go on to say around anything. The day that is going to happen really

something, maybe you'll need a warranty".

"I'll make sure to kill me for that day, then." You walked away. A grin was back on his face, intimate, insistent. Moved the eyes on the River, to check that it was always unconscious, immobile.

The speech could not go on, because she came loud and clear the noise of the doors of the library open and a team of people, who entered in a hurry. In a matter of seconds, Cavanough and his men reached.

Davil let me go before we saw them and when we were meeting came immediately to Cavanough to talk to him, a

couple of men in the meantime, scoring the handcuffs to the River still lying on the ground. Arrived paramedics, who rushed to examine the arm of Davil; he seemed almost a

I wondered why he had brought him away on an ambulance, but it was evident that he did not want to move from there before returning everything to the detective. The wound did not seem in any way fatal, but I was sure that he had need of healing.

Agents, meanwhile, forced the River to wake up and to rise to his feet and, still groggy, and drew him away. Cavanough I dedicated a look worried, but I knew that there was no time for me. I was not his priority at the moment and I was not sure that, except for a short testimony, the serve a very.

I did some step to get away from that corridor between the books. But as soon as I had a full view of the atrium, where were the other students, back bile vomit, I extended the throat.

The blood was scattered all over the place, there were at least four or five bodies lifeless. My eyes imperlarono of tears.

Then, by examining those unknown faces, I realized that there was a family. Dark hair and wide eyes. It was more distant than the others, as if it were the entrance to look around, looking for someone. River had shot straight to the heart.

"Ally..." A gasp I sconquassò the chest and took a step forward. A woman stood in front of me. He wore a

standard criminalist. "Miss, this is a crime scene. And

then, you need medical care."

I was at the scene of the crime, I wasn't with all my bones are rotten, and the muscles frozen. A wave of anger,

to once again be part of something so horrible, I sank. I looked at it then in the face, on the point of dirgliene four.

But just at that moment, I realized who was the woman who was looking at me forcefully. It was the same that I had seen naked, on the table of Davil, under him. Out of the window of his home.

"Now, you must step back, please." He made

a nod to a couple of paramedics who came to pick me up, but I was not able to understand much.

Simply I fainted, while the words of the fortune-teller

who foresaw the future of Ally I repeated in my head.

I heard someone whisper my name, but my body

gave in too soon to figure out who was calling me.

Chapter 12

Beautiful, violent, vulgar

Ruined the most beautiful angel, and then the calls the devil when it reacts.

Davil

The first of November.

Hour four and zero seven in the morning. The

subject is exhausted, it seems delusional. Moves

slowly in the shade, it does not react to the stimuli.

The muscles make sudden movements, and the drugs are not working.

It is a laboratory mouse, around and around on his wheel.

Unable to stop, farnetica and hard to be in the back of his thoughts and what he is told.

When he closes his eyes, does not perceive the reality, his breathing intensifies, and the breath becomes such't be able to reopen them, if not in total darkness.

In his head it repeats only a picture: her, with the skin of the moon, and the hair of the sun.

Naked in his arms.

The subject is me.

And I don't know where I put the head.

"Dr. Crain". The detective

Cavanough I reached behind and and soon to my side to look at the girl lying under the covers, in addition to the stained glass window.

Kerys was in observation, was laid to rest in one of the beds in the infirmary of the college. The students involved in the shooting were not many; those who do not fled, and was hurt, she had need to care more careful that only the hospital could offer. We had agreed with Cavanough that it was better to let her rest there to the college to avoid be traced back to the surface past traumas, and now he slept in the shack