Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

Be among those walls I did go on a bit of anguish.

Being alone was particularly heavy, when I had just spent hours and hours in the company of friends. But it was not this to make me freeze in front of the door of my room.

There was a letter tucked halfway under the door. I picked it up immediately and I looked around, wondering if those who had left were still in the vicinity. There seemed to be no trace of anyone in the hallways empty.

I walked in the room and I closed the door behind her, leaving the bag with my purchases on the desk. I opened the letter and pulled out the note to read it with their hands and eyes trembling.

You have carefully chosen the panties that you'll have it on when I will kill you?

Lipsvash mi, bonbonche.

While I was wondering what they meant the last words, and the language in which they were written, something fell from the envelope, which I held open in his hand. I piegai to collect the small lollipops, identical to the one that on the night of Halloween Davil I had slipped between his lips.

Not lost time, and jumped on the desk for the letter and the candy, and I grabbed the phone in anger. The worst thing of all was that I could remember his phone number in a blind panic.

"What have you done this time?" he answered immediately.

"It is not fun," sibilai. "You're a fucking maniac, or what?"

"Kerys..." his tone was suddenly became harder, but I don't ragionavo more.

I took a hand to your hair, desperate. "I swear, Davil, that you do have to pay if it does not stop immediately with these tricks".

"Kerys, now calm down". His voice was firm, but I could not placarmi. Taken to walk to be waved up and down the room, and for the first time, I wondered if the fear had the sweet taste of candy.

"Tell me where you are".

I stood a moment in silence. Maybe I was hoping that it was him, because it was better to imagine him behind those words than anyone else. At the same time, I was firmly convinced that it was not really a psychopath. For this I told him the truth.

"I'm in my room".

"I'm coming." I do not give a way to add another: he closed the call, leaving me alone with the sound of the broken line.

Put away the phone and tried to calm me down. I focalizzai on the window that overlooked the bush, the dusk was now falling, and the sky began to darken more and more. I passed your hands through your hair to fix them, and I took off my coat. My gaze returned to the card and then on the collection that Fergie had me almost forced to buy.

It had been a quarter of an hour when I heard a knock on the door. The spalancai, ritrovandomelo there in front. I felt my body calm down all of a beat when our eyes met.

Davil had this power over me.

She was wearing one of his waistcoat, cashmere, of a dark brown, marc; under a white shirt, black pants, and his moccasins transparencies. The Barbour was lying on his shoulders, while his hands inside the pockets of his trousers.

"Let me go or not?" he asked me, severus. Not seemed excited to see me. Considering that I was accused of being a maniac, I could not blame him. But that tough face was the same Lucifer just fallen from Paradise, the brown hair, the portion of the face of a masculine and adult, but on which they enhanced some of the features are still young. And his eyes were electric and magnetic at the same time, went against every law of physics.

I made me and I let him enter, closing the door with a light thud and poggiandoci immediately, her shoulders against it. He advanced into the room and turned in on itself to get back at me.

"Then?" Dark raised an eyebrow in my direction. "I explain to them what is going on?"

I was silent, but I nodded towards the desk. He seemed for a moment, confused, but walked over to the shelf in mahogany.

Before I could say anything, his hands ran on the bag, in paper

, from which flowed the tissue red.

"No!" I hurried to get closer and keep the bag, poggiandolo there at a short distance. "Not the one". I muttered embarrassed, a few inches from his chest, while he looked at me bewildered.

"This..." I put my hand on the card with the candy.

From the expression that he made, I realized that he had immediately recognized the candy. In silence, she turned the card in his hands and watched him read it.

"What does that mean?" he asked, waving it in the air and tossing it back on the desk.

"I don't know. Tell me, I found it here outside my door when I'm back".

Then his eyes ran on the bag to my shoulders. I was leaning against the desk to hide it, but Davil was not stupid, he had read the note and it was already two accounts.

"Is there anything else that I need to say?"

"That night that I ended up in central, I received a call anonymous. I don't know who was behind, but he used the same word.

Bonbonche".

"Is lev," I said. "It means candy, but it is also the equivalent of sweetness". A thrill of

stabbing me through the back. "And how do you know?" Davil closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He crossed his arms to his chest and his biceps looked under the cloth of the shirt.

"Because I have Bulgarian origin".

My heart capitombolò in the chest and the mouth of the stomach, I squeezed in a vise. I realized that it was not true that I have not felt more fear, I felt perfectly now. Behind the call and that the ticket could not be him.

He had to understand from my face and my chest began to get excited what ran through my mind. I grabbed her wrist, tightening in mid-air. Without leaving me with no way of escape.

"Kerys..."

"Let me go!"

"I didn't do it, dick!" With a sharp tug left the grip on me. "Don't you understand that?" he asked then. "Someone is trying to the movie find me guilty".

"How can I believe you?" "I spent the entire afternoon in the office of Bonavick plan together with him, the trip to Burlington, and as soon as you have called me are the course here. And then what sense would have had to come here, if it were me?"

I took his hands to his eyes and tried to regain a bit of clarity. I tried to calm myself, breathing in and exhaling slowly. I went back to look at him. It w sincere.

"Then who was it?" I asked him.

"What do you remember of the call?" "He was a man.

The voice was robotic, it was camouflaged, but distinguevo clearly the deep tone. She said something to me on the hunt, the wild, and he used that stupid nickname".

"Kerys... you have to be more specific. If someone is threatening you, I do I need to know every single detail." "He made the comments on my panties. Is it relevant?" "Everything is relevant."

Davil, exhausted, put her hands to the sides of my body, on the desk behind me. "You ca

"I have to go to the game". I crossed my arms to the chest and looked at him straight in the face.