Samuel had left the room, directly in the street. He stood near the door, reached into his pocket and pulled out a box of cigarettes and his lighter. He lit one and gave an long aspirate, containing the smoke and then blowing slowly. By God he had the urge to smoke. Beyond all his willpower to not do it, it was a vice very difficult to put aside so quickly.

He stood still, under a pathetic light, is looking at the few houses there, the sky already dark, the smoke from his cigar mingled with the moist air, condensed, what he breathed.

He had so many things in his head, too many really. The thought of the treasure, the stories he already knew knew, in what would come, in the distant future, but above all, in Edna.

In his years in prison, his love for her had almost become a totem of salvation, moving away his madness and despair with memories of his past with her. In fifteen years she had ceased to be the woman of his life, to be the woman of his ideas.

But now, again side by side with her, all gone to hell. She was no longer a totem or an idea, she was a bloody woman of flesh and bone, with more flesh than bone, but who was going him crazy.

So long behind bars had softened a bit that need to hear her, see her, smell her, feel her. Things that had gathered again. Maybe he was getting old, he did not know. He was only clear that what he felt for her, it is growing by the day, if it was even possible. She was a damn necessity.

He immediately thought of the ultimátum that his brother had given to him. That moment was approaching, inevitably, second by second, and he was beginning to feel anxious and fearful, even if still missing a long time. Obviously he was not going to let Nathan told her. Also being something extremely cowardly and stupid, he could imagine how his little brother would say, with his low and zero delicacy… "Sam's crazy about you, and he is so afraid of telling you that it is made wets his pants" That would be the Nathan style.

But face to face, and having to tell her, really… His hands were shaking just thinking about it.

She deserved to know that, that he had hidden most of his life, but it would be a more difficult task to find the treasure of Avery.

Even thinking about it, he heard the bedroom door open. He looked aside, with the lit cigarette on his lips, seeing Edna and sink her eyes in him.

- ¡Shit!- He pulled the cigarette from his mouth, fast, coughing, blowing the smoke to the opposite side- Sorry…

- Sam…

- ¿What?- He shook the air around, with his hands.

- You can smoke in calm…

- No, no… You do not …

- Sam, really- She touched his arm- I know you smoke as a beast. And I know it's a difficult habit to break. ¿When was the last time you smoked?

- Emm…- He looked down- On the plane, Thailand … Before you came with that soldier clothing.

- That was a few days ago. And before that you smoked at all hours ¿True?

- Yes.

- Pretty will you have had. Smoke in calm, really. Also, look to you, you're out, of respect. Victor, inside, looks like a damn fireplace and I do not say anything.

- ¿Seriously?

- While not blow smoke in my face…

- Well… Thank princess- He smiled- ¿And where you're going?

- When we were i saw a vending machine- She saw he smoke some and blowing as far as possible- I want to see if there is anything appetizing. I also think I have a bit low sugar.

She started walking and after a few steps, she looked back, to a Drake was against the wall.

- ¿Come with me?- Asked Shaareim.

- Sure.

Samuel walked beside her, smoking quietly the pair of long and empty streets that separated them from a vending machine. There was the poorly lit apparatus, aside from what appeared to be a closed store.

- I expect no other rat appears- She looked at the artifact, as he watched Drake throw the cigarette butt- The trash is not decorative.

- This place is a pigsty, Edna… Don't start.

- It's okay- She looked at the machine full of different things- Nate asked me a soda…

- How comfortable- He saw her put coins and get two bottles- Tonic water. Great.

- ¿Do you still like tonic water?- She handed him the bottle.

- ¿And you even remember that I like?- He opened.

- I'm not that old- She saw him take a sip- ¿It's good?

- Yes, it has the flavor that must have- He burp- I'm sorry.

- ¿Do you see something that interests you?- She bought a simple chocolate bar.

- Mmmmm…- He touched her forehead with a finger- Pip… A hug to carry, please.

- You're so silly…- She blushed slightly.

- Aww… Tomatedna… Long time ago I do not see you- He gave a slight hug.

- You are impossible- She released him.

- I know…

She took a momento to put the few things bought in their remaining pockets, as she thought. Then she looked him for a moment.

- Sam…- She became serious- I'm aware that i never asked you about the bullet wounds. I do not know with what delicacy i should talk to the topic or if it bothers you, or if you still have any disorder with that… That's why if I ever broach the subject, It is because I do not know if I should.

- It is such a complicated issue as any of my thousands scars. Affect me as much as this, for example- He pointed to an old court in his right cheekbone- I mean, nothing.

- Is not the same a slight cut to a handful of bullets through you.

- Is okay, Edna, really- He took her arm- They ached in his time, but that's all. They only are marks.

- ¿Can I…?- She looked at him.

- ¿See them?- He saw her nod- Sure.

He climbed his sweater at the left-side, showing his wounds. Shaareim bent down a bit to see them better.

- Lord… - Se murmured. ¿Can i touch?

- With trust.

Edna gently touched the area, almost afraid that her fingers again hurt him, like if in fifteen years they had not healed completely. And above all, she felt perfectly the warm of his skin, the firm muscles below.

While, Sam watched, some seduced by that. He could feel her gentle touch, mildly cold for the weather, but incredibly pleasant.

- At least you are fine now- She separated.

- Yes- He thought, tucking his sweater- ¿You want me to tell you a secret?

- ¿What?- She said plaintively.

- But you must promise that you do not will become an insufferable guilty- He said- Or tell Nathan.

- It's okay…- She sighed.

- Promise me by the pinkie- He extended his left pinkie.

- For the pinkie- She hooked her little finger with him.

- I lied to Nathan- He said, not letting her go- I lied to everyone, but I want you to know the truth about that. It was not exactly as I told. There was no doctor in Panama. Even, on my back are four wounds, not three, a bullet did not go through me and a madman with a clamp cleared me.

- Sam… - She was grieved.

- I was bleeding to death for four days, and by miracle I don't die. I had a slight stomach perforation and it took me four months to get out of bed alone. So I tattooed four birds.

- God… - She murmured.

- Edna… - He released her- You promised by the pinkie, do not become guilty of that.

- ¿Why did you have to tell me?- She complained.

- Because I wanted someone to know. ¿And who better than my Edy to tell these things?

- That timely…- She started walking.

Drake followed her, smiling. He enjoyed enormously to tell her the truth, but the only truth he should say, it may not be so pleasant to announce.

The secret of Samuel refers to the next post where explains the theory to the four bullets, his tattoo and his wounds

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