Got a secret, can you keep it?
Mariam sighed heavily, everything had lost again light in seconds, dead. It was impossible to believe that Sonja had committed suicide at that moment, not after the sacrifices that her friend had been forced to accept for the sake of others, so as to not be able to remove from her mind the strange feeling that had stiffened all her nerves .
Yet her memory was paralyzed when she saw the coffin being lowered into a deep dark pit a few days before, still and locked. Her hands, along with those of her friends, had collected a tiny pile of fine powder, then letting it slip on scarlet flowers that covered the coffin with inexorable slowness, just dispersing the light spring breeze, while still wet soft ground covered with relentless slowly the dark wooden casket.
A deep hole was pounding in her chest, her emotions were in turmoil, they continued to be confused with each other, generating a swirl of images and conjectures that strayed from reality; even her mind refused the agonizing thought that tortured her whole spirit, unable to accept a grim reality again deprived of the grace that had surrounded for a fleeting time flew away again.
That death nefarious had fallen hard on she had again split the cloudless sky with stormy clouds, had allowed the new rain of blood smearing the earth, bringing with it a new wave of frost and perdition.
Every action she performed in those last two days was slow, sustained over time. Even the cigarette she held between her fingers seemed to have no end and at the same time her green eyes watched the gray smoke that hovered slightly in the air, and then disappear into thin air.
Sometimes Mariam wanted to be like that smoke, so impalpable and fleeting, however, and her legs were firmly planted on the ground, blocked by the gravity that reminded her of being only one person, a mere mortal he felt emotions. After hours spent in front of the PC, the exasperating search for evidence, had managed to obtain only a very few -too fundamentalist- news about that case.
Mariam would have liked to bang her head against a wall, engage in other work, and instead had been relegated to the futile search function, forced to have to remove all traces of Sonja from that cold and sterile agency, when a file caught her caution.
Her fingers slipped on the keyboard, pressing carefully all the characters, while the light and quick buzz was repeated with fast and syncopated rhythm.
"CONFIDENTIAL: Alexander Petrov."
Shock. Her whole body was shaken by a violent shudder and instinctively pressed her back against the leather chair and shook most vehemently the mouse. Slowly Mariam let go of a heavy sigh, repositioning her glasses on her nose, and then bring a rebellious strand escaped from the rigid chignon behind the ear.
The nagging sense of nervousness began to scratch her skin, causing her to torture long nails perfectly manicured with her lips. She just wanted to know, even though she was afraid to live again a hostile truth and only after several seconds she managed to dominate the aggressive instinct whispered to let it go.
Again the girl took a position composed by typing a series of numbers and words in the tiny search bar. Only the key sound broke the eerie silence that had fallen into her office, wrapping in its deadly grip the body of the young as a series of binary codes across the screen.
She awaits. For a moment, Mariam averted her eyes from the computer and wearily put out her cigarette in the ashtray. Eyes began to burn and to give her discomfort enough to force her to squint just tired eyelids. That long wait might kill her, she was definitely oppressive enough to put to the test again what little patience she had left. The fingers of her left hand nervously drummed on the smooth surface of the desk cracked in several places, showing a heaping nervousness stress that Mariam restrained with difficulty.
Suddenly the computer emitted a slight noise, while a tiny colored strip showed the two documents she was looking for. Expression austere and strict came over her face, while the cursor flowed on the documents a few moments later they were placed in her personal file.
A surge of adrenaline shocks the body again. Dozens of phrases and files quickly followed each other before her curious eyes, mentally repeating any lines that now knew by heart, until finally found what she was looking for.
"3457 report, December 2, 2015.
Rescue operation failed without actual losses. Our agents have rivenuto several details that seem to conflict with the initial theory. In fact it seems that the young Petrov has repeatedly tried to eliminate our allies, yet allowed them to rescue our own.
From recent surveys show that Alexander does not have an unstable personality, but his mind is "super sania", that is, his psyche is perfectly lucid as dangerous risulare. In view of recent events seems that the subject has never given up killing someone, sometimes aided by his killers as Ekaterina Vjazikova, Ivan Bykov, Katherine Bykov and Sonja Ivanova (see case Watson).
So our eyes is almost impossible that during the last battle will be limited only to hurt, he seems to have wanted to be killed for a higher floor.
Pending developments,
Q.G.
Report 3457, December 6, 2015, see attachments.
Today, our agents have carried out a first inspection at the crime scene. Dozens of bodies were found between the basement and the main floor. It seems that the structure follows a pattern: all corridors follow a parallel line perpendicular to other corridors, and they all lead to a single point, that is, where is the last place bloodbath.
We have reason to believe that Alexander is still alive because his body seems to have disappeared, and the place we rivenuto a bulletproof vest, managing nonetheless to collect a blood sample so that we can determine the biological and chemical nature.
In addition we were able to access the control room of the building and the theory that it was all a plan Alexander takes on a different meaning: if he really wanted anyone would really come out of there because there are several deliberately unused traps and torture means " .
Mariam widened in disbelief, and then removed her glasses again. Her lips were bleeding and just a pasty metallic taste filled her mouth, her eyes staring blankly at the screen absorbed just darkened computer, bringing it into a catatonic state crippling.
Mechanically her hands moved the cursor and sent in print all documents. She did not know what that move was right or whether it was simply reckless, had only a need to have compelling evidence that could convince her of the murder of her friend, only waking up with the printer intermittent noise, and covered sheets of black they overlapped each other at a rapid pace.
Sonja's death would not remain unpunished.
A sponge with soap and water seemed to have erased in an instant the passage of Sonja, leaving only a gray halo of painful memories. It was amazing how the life of one person could fit in a duffel bag and destroying the bridge between past and future.
It was quite a shock to Takao's heart to . For the first time he had to pretend that he did not care and that this was a worthless death, yet he knew that he could not be so. How could he think to forget the only real foothold between reality and imprisonment of those hellish days.
It was absurd, it was a thought so rotten and acute that leaked the cruelest essence so as to be able to perceive the acid taste and deadly in his mouth, as his fingers touched fearful just the last photo hanging locker.
He saw all the smiling faces of his friends with a cheerleader's uniform, all seemed so serene and happy. A tiny sentence, written with a black marker, covered a small portion of the sky and recited "we will be friends forever."
He hesitated for a moment so as to feel almost guilty of violating the past of the young man, when I cut it carefully reverential, as if afraid do spoil the picture, turning the picture in his fingers.
A second image was carefully glued to the previous design and a tear um filled groove of emotions among his chills. He could never forget the graduation day, their eyes were laughing and even the sun seemed envious of their brightness, while hand in hand exceeded the gate.
For a brief moment he wandered on the faces of his friends, searching among all of their funny expressions and jovial a memory, a sincere sincerity leaked by their looks. Takao wanted to stop time, continuing to live in the past. They were so different but so similar, so as to feel a painful vise ask the stomach, while the closed key to more and Sonja in the past, causing a pang.
He leaned his back against the metal, slipping to the ground bringing the legs to the chest. Bitter tears began to scratch his face hidden from the knees. He had always been the rock that he tried to keep the group together, and yet he had fallen, losing the will to fight.
«Kinomiya, you can't cry forever.» That voice so cold and ruthless startled him, forcing him to raise just look. He had never cared what others might think, much less what he could tell her.
Elèna stared at him with an expression of indifference and walked quickly toward the bag. He hesitated for a uncertain for a moment, afraid of missing out on something dangerous. «Look, we can't cry forever. That's life, today to me and tomorrow to you» she declared with a sharp tone and false. It became increasingly difficult to pretend that everything would get better, knowing that a scar would always be in her heart.
«How can you? How can you say such a thing?» snapped Takao. A fire was brutally exploded all over his body and was burning all his lucidity. «Sonja was a friend of mine and it was your sister! You should understand why she decided to kill herself! ».
That quick hit her full sentence, bumping against the truth. Elena clenched her fists hard, the nails dug into the flesh to cause her pain, leaving out from her lips a phrase shrill full of bitterness and suffering. «You don't understand, and you will never understand. Sonja was murdered.»
Elèna was just not able to understand anything. Her mind was constantly obscured by the fire of hatred and anger that were causing loss of control once again, so as to lead it to the point of accusing anyone, even herself, of Sonja's death. Wherever she saw a conspiracy and deception, she had reached the point of plotting and conspiring even against her friends. «Or maybe you want to tell me that you know something I do not know. You know, it's strange,» she began with a veiled voice of poison, sharpening the murderous look. «It's very strange that you are still alive here and, above all, that you are in this room when we both know that this is the task of Mariam». With glowing eyes began to walk calmly forward and back, her face was painted an expression perfidious indulging a sadistic chuckle.
In that instant the blood circulating in Takao's veins seem to freeze. He had the terrible feeling of being a prisoner of the room, while the imaginary light of a lamp dimmed her confused look, shivered. Elèna had stopped her walk and get blocked before him with contempt. «Then? Are you perhaps denying your guilt? The cat has bitten your tongue?».
For a brief moment he had the instinct to confirm the theory of the girl rocked by an insane sense of fear and terror, when a little voice in his head told him to react. Takao leap feet and stretched out his hands towards her, pushed her angrily toward a wall. «You can not accuse me for being alive and you can not accuse me of doing something I did not». With more angrily shoved Elèna until it stops against the wall, fighting the eyes of Moscow. «And you can not accuse me of being here when Mariam was just to make me come here. You can not».
«Otherwise?». Elèna to not care at all to know the truth, that the situation was causing fun and was willing to do anything to play with the mind of the boy, as well as the first in a long line of people with whom she would play, digging or torturing their minds .
«Then fight for the truth. Someone is sure something but this person is not me». He reached out toward the shoulders of the young and without giving her time to react pinched a nerve, causing her to lose consciousness. He had to get away from there as quickly as possible.
He mulled over all his thoughts as he tried to rearrange all the ideas and connections that jumped hastily from side to side of her mind. If he had said that the death of Sonja did not care would surely lied but Kei knew he could not yet give in once the emotions.
Every fiber of his body craved blood to his death, wanted to tear the killer's skin, he wanted to inflict torture and see life inexorably leave the murderer's eyes. He imagined a desperate look and a terrified voice that begged mercy and hegranted only after hours of pain.
They had ripped the life of a mother of his daughter, his friend and companion and Sonja all the secrets had died in an infernal puddle frozen in time.
It was the burning determination drove him to the desperate search for justice and now Kei knew that all those efforts and suppositions were not at all vain and superfluous, not now that he had all the evidence. He was willing to do anything to get the truth, even to exploit and endure Julia.
His car sped too fast on the highway, creating a series of distorted and chaotic images that were mixed together, crumbling a few moments later, as dusk evening slowly replaced the warm sun thinly veiled by dark clouds that presaged the storm imminent. Kei was not smiling at all, his jaw was tightly clenched and his amethyst eyes looked just the figure of Julia, who was curled up on herself, afraid of the likely, hazardous reactions of the young.
The pounding silence that reigned in there echoed heavily in the Spanish mind. Julia regretted having agreed to accompany him, and yet so ambiguous attitude of her colleague aroused in her a violent emotional upset, such as not being able to utter a sound. Obsessively controlled her breathing, she was careful in all his movements, almost as if she was a victim who had to flee and he was the executioner.
Julia had never seen that look so disturbing, as she clutched firmly in her hands, when the mild sound of her bones made her jump and then look away from him. «What have you discovered?».
Kei gave her a grim look and smiled a wry smile annoying, and then look at it with austerity. «What do you think I might have found out?».
Julia blinked several times confused and uncertain eyelids and then shrugged. She hated when someone dared to treat it that way so offensive but she knew that was not the time to create futile controversy. For a brief moment she brooded on the latest events, then turned a sharp look at the guy. «I do not know, you tell me. You said that you understand everything and that you think Sonja was murdered».
«Yes, and I think I've also figured out how they went the facts,» he said through clenched teeth, and then add more emphatically. «All the facts».
The singer looked at him with hatred, her hands fluttered violently against her legs causing noise, now more and more annoyed by the attitude of the Russian. «Shit, speaks for a good time! If you do not understand I helped you, I'm investigating with you. I'm your colleague.»
So heartfelt that statement made him laugh sarcastically, then pull over the car. «We are colleagues up at some point» Kei's tone was cold and did not hide at all the danger that enclosed, merely watching sternly Spanish. «And by the way: I would have gladly asked for help from your husband, not you. You know why I'm doing it? I'll explain: Four months ago I was told to stay away from your family and I am creating problems and you know what? That's exactly it. I am so acting for Sonja and Elèna, I do not do it for yourself or for others. We should be a group, a family, but between us there is nothing like this and none of you has understood. None of you is doing something to figure out something».
«And you? You think you have done something?» She said wryly. Her green eyes flashed with hatred lawn as she continued to shake convulsively the hem of her shirt. The creeping insidious anger in his belly making up the bile.
«I? I have done enough, but I do not have to explain anything, is not the time».
«Or maybe you just want to make me believe that this is so?» Said Julia with provocative voice.
Kei did not care anything about that discussion, and with a mechanical gesture started the machine again.
They followed one another several minutes of silence and only the hum of the engine ticked the regular rhythm of their race. He did not know what to say, the last statement had hurt his pride enough to convince him to push to reveal something just to prove its superiority to that little arrogant brat. «Remember when we met in the hospital a certain Ekatherina? The woman was quite dangerous and researching for her that I discovered why our two agencies were merged and this keep it secret for you».
Julia blinked. That phrase had access to all her curiosity, merely nodded. «I'm ready to listen, tell me what you know».
Mariam even knew why she had decided to change direction and stop right there, in front of the house where they had eaten the last horrors, and what for a long time had been her home. Yet something had suggested not to return to her apartment, guided by an old automatic instinct. Her finger would stomp insistently on golden bell which produced a continuous and sharp sound, almost like a squeak left.
Her mind was cloudy, totally at the mercy of her confusion as to feel sucked into the emotional vortex that paralyzed her gestures. Suddenly the noise of a voice ripped through the air, acrid smell filling the rain and lightning split open the sky in half, painting it for a moment of purple. Jumped scared, finally she wakes up from momentary numbness that plagued her mind.
A cold gust of wind hit her fully and immediately followed a violent discharge of water that struck forcefully glasses and his body. chills indondarono her body, causing her to tighten her arms around her, and some strands of hair already slipped soups on her face. A bitter feeling struck her in her stomach. Until then she had hoped to find him at home, but there was no trace of Ozuma, giving herself mentally stupid.
Mariam had known from the first moment that to go to that house would shatter a new piece of her heart and had rashly believed to be able to act in its own way. Maybe he was not even at home or maybe he was with some girl.
Moved teeth nervously waving a hand as if to ward off a nagging thought that she still wanted to ignore for a while, while raindrops drew tears on her suffering face. The Singer stretched her eyes to her car and then walk a few quick step in that direction, when a noise behind her aroused her attention, making her turn.
Their silent eyes meet again, the motionless lips were siggilate, unable to utter a word, while a veil of embarrassment and tension enveloped them completely.
Mariam never would have imagined it could be so strange to see him in that situation, but her feet continued to remain firm. Every word, every speech she had developed up to that moment seemed so ephemeral and superfluous; she even forgot why she had decided to go there, still getting lost once in his eyes, forgetting to Sonja and intrigues. On her lips appeared a subtle melancholy smile accompanied by torrential rain flow, recovering for a moment the fleeting serenity. «I thought you were not here».
«And I thought you had changed your mind». Ozuma had uttered the words that were full of pent-up anger. He had waited for days for a sign, any gesture that seemed to want to get there, and yet in that phrase so cold there was something else, there was surprise and expectation. He had waited for this moment with trepidation and had no intention of leaving yet escape once the serenity. «Come in, if you stay there you get sick».
It seemed to be a century has passed since he had permission to sit down and appeared to be spent even more time since he had sent upstairs to dry her hair. there were no traces of Ozuma on the face of emotions, yet her gestures let transpire slight Residential signs, so he could not even concentrate on reading.
Continually reread the same phrases that ran in front of his eyes with a very slow pace, yet he could not grasp the real meaning. He snorted loudly closing the volume with a gesture dry and then let it fall with a resounding thud on the table, rattling the fragile crystal for a few seconds.
«It appears that my presence bother you.» The woman's voice made him just smile, then turn his head towards the singer. «Old habits never die» he became serious, then add no real questioning tone: «How long are you there?».
Mariam shrugged with indifference and cocked her head to one side. «For a few minutes, that's okay». Her heart seemed to beat in her throat, echoing with fury in her mind, and then take a seat beside him, followed by the grim look of Ozuma.
It was instinctive nibbling the lips in the vain search for the most appropriate words, but that look so severe she sent in confusion, making win her impulsiveness, denying long rants meaningless. «Alexander is alive and I have proof».
The words pierced her heart and reopened the scars began to get wet with blood. Until then she had hoped that she had come there to talk about their relationship and not a dead man. He arched an eyebrow showing a skeptical and allowed their eyes to meet each again.
All his senses went on alert when he saw the look unnaturally empty her and so, thoughtful, went to seek her hand, covering it with her. «What do you mean exactly? ».
Mariam swallowed slightly and shifted her gaze on him. Giving voice to that terrifying thought had dragged her into a dark world, almost grotesque. In an instant all her doubts had taken life, as if they were motivated by a macabre strong enough to make her voice tremble. «I do not know where to start». Just she lifted up his hands to lightly touch the temples and the trunk bent forward, making sure that her hair covered up her face, looking around a point of the room he could calm his nerves. «When Elèna and I we were abducted and tortured there was a strange moment. For some reason we were brought out and in the course of events we killed Ivan and saved Takao but ... there's something I do not know» She gave him a serious look and expressionless, Mariam felt the need to tighten and counter hold that touched her trembling hand. A thousand questions and worries began to twirl in his mind, knowing that whatever she said would be unpredictable.
That word caused her fear, had aroused in her a feeling that assailed her chest because he knew that her every sentence and confession could have generated different reactions. «We lied. There there was only Kei. We met our parents and the hospital were those of our friends ... there was also Mei, your mother is not everything». She pulled a stained paper from the rain of the bag and slams him down on the table angrily. «Alexander is alive and the body seems to have disappeared into thin air, I think he killed Sonja or someone else».
«You should have told me! You were supposed to tell the truth! ». Was needed was a miserable confession to fall apart everything he had believed in and instead, unjustly, the fictional truth in which he believed had been brutally disintegrated. Ozuma felt disgust. How could she have? How could she hide the truth about his mother?
Once again the woman had manipulated his life, she had used him and had hidden a truth that he wanted to know. «Get out».
His flaming eyes looked like two blood smeared blades ready to strike her with the fire of hatred, while the hands let go of hers, suddenly becoming cold and loading the living room with the suffocating frost. «Let me explain».
«Go away! I do not want to see you ever again».
The anger of those words the fully invested and in a moment picked up the few things Mariam had and in a moment ran into the hallway toward the only escape when a sudden dizziness caught her off guard, forcing her to look for a basic stand. A hand went to look for the wall and the other went to massage the throbbing temples. Nausea assaulted her again making her gasp again. With difficulty she tried to regularize her breaths in an attempt to suppress the painful sensation of emptiness that had pierced her heart. As she had begun it was over, leaving fade the last chance to be happy, while the tears were pressing painfully against her eyes.
«May I know that you have?». Ozuma was paralyzed from the scene, he was afraid that those strange illnesses were by no means a positive sign. Cautiously he moved toward her and in an instant he was beside her, forcing her to look into his eyes.
They followed moments of silence broken by the lilting rhythm of the rain. Their eyes had started to fight each other in a war without rest, until the singer looked down, ready to run away again.
«Mariam, you should go to a doctor ...».
The girl flashed a wry smile full of meaning, and then yelling angrily: «I'm pregnant, fuck!».
He was incredulous. Those words seemed to travel in his mind, bouncing from one part of his brain increasing his confusion. It seemed that those words had been taken to flash with sparkling red letters, as his gaze ran on a serious face and worried her. «You're kidding, right?».
«To what absurd and sick Why should I?» she snapped offended when Ozuma added surprise: «How the hell happened?».
Again Mariam display a wry smile, lowering her eyes to slits filled with anger, saying sarcastically: «have I really to explain it?».
Dark and saturated silence befalls them; both they were entrenched in their positions, still and motionless in their secret fears. A move and everything would collapse, a move and everything would take on a different meaning.
Impulsively he caught the lips of the singer in a desperate kiss and aggressive, voracious a contact of which both needed to breathe. Their languages were fighting furiously and growing passion, moving their hands along their bodies in search of a foothold, moving together towards the alloway, scattering their clothes everywhere.
Lips imprinted marks along her neck, leaving a wet trail up to the sinuses rut, before rebounding back up toward the lips. Both they trembled seized with increasing pleasure of passion and desire for their reunion, only to fall both on the bed naked seeds, flesh to flesh.
It burned their skin and rubbing each other while their hands scratched his back and touching her breasts still covered by the bra. Mariam winced as the cloth slipped on his shoulders, and its soft curves made contact against his chest. She had missed him and indulge in lust, while muffled cries died in her throat quandOzuma's fingers sank in the most sensitive center by its sensitivity, and then telling them to move with skilful movements on the clitoris, and then enter her.
The pleasure was clouding her mind and a moan escaped from her lips, again meeting his gaze. «Two seconds ago you were sending me to hell, and now we are at this point. Now I want an answer».
Ozuma ignored that comment recovering to kiss her neck going up to the lobe,breathing on the skin. A sly smile painted on her lips, happy to suffer again the body and the soul of the girl again his, while the mouth again tried Mariam's lips, brushing her hair with her fingers. «You do not deserve it, you know».
She glowered at him, ready to strike him with an intimidating look, again when their lips met in a soft, gentle touch, while their eyes were wiped out the emotional storm of recent months, leaving them free from their thoughts. «All we have committed mistakes and it seems like you had to lie, so why be overcome anger and risk still lose in this war?»
Her hands slid down, touching the belly just mentioned. «And then there's the baby ... or a child on the way. We have every reason to stay together». That's so sweet gesture to both seemed so unreal at the same time gentle and considerate, letting their bodies started again to play each other.
That feeling seemed to be totally new, the discovery of ever forgotten emotions and feelings and with a slow movement he entered her, placing her leg behind her back. Movements, first slow and getting faster provoked in them pure ecstasy, were moving fast as the waves, until together they reached the highest peak of passion.
Lightning tore the sky and the mournful sound of a thunder echoed heavily in the room, rattling the windows already closed. A chill struck the back of Hilary and her dreamy look out the window, gazing the view, and in that instant the torrential rain started pouring down, crashing with a fast-paced and against taxes. That advance sound reminded her old forgotten melody in time but did resurface his dark memories.
She smiled tenderly and brought her attention back to the computer, reading quickly the last engagements and commitments of Blue Roses, when a slight noise woke her attention back.
«Come in» she said in a voice apathetic, taking up to transcribe dates and events on her agenda.
«Are you still here? Need a ride home? » .
The presence of Jason brought her embarrassment, it seemed unreal that it was all over between them naturally. It seemed that everything had changed to never change and so was their always friendly and polite relationship, just more aloof. «No, quiet but if you have an umbrella I would gratefully accept a ride to the car».
The young amused chuckled and closed the door behind him. Slowly he walked around the desk, calling towards the Japanese. «Let '... it seems that your agenda is full again. Greetings, Hils»
A thick veil of silence fell on both pleasant when Jason asked uncertainly: «How's going between you and Takao?».
Suddenly everything became dark and only the faint glow of the storm illuminated at irregular intervals the room, recreating the games walls amplified and dark shadows, the silent quand metallic click of the lock startled them. Heavy breathing accompanied distant footsteps, when a torch lit up the face of a man, sullying its image.
Two blue eyes haunted and bloodshot were transfigured by a sadistic look, and a wicked smile accompanied a wicked laugh.
The blood of the two seemed to be frozen; the fear had taken possession of their bodies, trying bulk weapon. Hilary's hands trembled when you touched the gun, but mistakenly dropped it on the ground by starting a shot.
He did not understand what was happening when he felt the presence of Jason away from her and immediately followed the violent sound of a struggle that was mixed with the sound of broken glass crashing to the ground. A cry of pain broke the air and instinctively jumped over the desk.
Furiously he began to knock hard against the door and down convulsively the handle, screaming in despair but no one seemed to answer her. Smear in the dark up to the windows, when he felt something penetrate his skin without cause her pain.
He stumbled in the dark for several seconds. Every noise became a mere distant echo, then fall to the ground in a cold nightmare with no return.
The first filtered sunlight in their bedroom through the curtains, creating a harmonious contrast between light and shadow which covered their bodies tangled with each other and radiate their still dormant serene faces. The light wind rustled with easy grace, bringing to life a soft spring day.
Mariam just lifted her head from the boy's chest and slowly opened his sleepy eyes, muttering something unintelligible, his voice thick with sleep as he tried to cover his face with his hands. For a brief moment she felt confused, until slowly began to focus on the images of the night before.
A slight smile on her lips swollen and drawing with unusual sweetness tried his, receiving in return a close possessively around her waist. Long had forgotten that feeling that overwhelmed fully. She felt her heart beat in unison with his, while her eyes were slowly closing.
«Bonjour mon amour« whispered Ozuma with a hilarious tone teasing and getting in return malevolent glare. «Dumb, go back to sleep» she said gruffly, clutching in his embrace.
Suddenly Mariam's phone began to ring insistently startling the two young . For a brief moment the singer had the instinct to turn off the phone and wearily reached for the nightstand. She was dumbfounded for a moment when he read the name of his mother and again blinked, ignoring the annoyed words ... in fact not even know how she would have to call that guy. «Mom? Mom's going on?».
She could hear the faint sound of a crying suffered in the background coupled with incoherent phrases and meaningless. "…is dead".
She jumped on the bed in a split second, his senses are alerted and the voltage sent in crisis all his self-control as he listened to upset the words of Midori. «Be right there» beings tucking series as quickly as possible the first dress that she found in the closet and then fled into the hallway. Suddenly she returned to reality retracing the way to the bedroom, shaking hands around the handle while watching him confused and perplexed look of the boy.
«Call the others, something serious has happened in the agency »