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Autumn event. This is one of the annual events held by Kaanadan's family, rather than Silvério's, since it was created by his mother. I think it's the same. Anyway, I don't know much about the event, but this week was almost straight forward trying to understand a little more about it — thanks to Marga.Yes, it's been a week since Kaanadan and I have been acting like a couple. It seems so ridiculous that I still get weird every time I wake up and we're together, or when we have dinner and we don't argue, or when we talk about something and we don't get into a war of who shuts the other up first. It's very... very... weird.I finish leaving the bathroom, seeing my clothes laid out on the bed: a white long-sleeved dress with a slightly rounded – and long – skirt and all fabric being made of a thicker cloth due to the cold weather. Today especially dawned freezing. Well, he also has a long white fur coat.As far as I know, the event is more charitable than something somber — as I'm us
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Night was already falling when the event ended. I walked beside Kaanadan, already feeling my feet tighten in the boot, towards the car at the exit of the big and huge garden. A female voice sounded behind us and we turned, almost together.Jane.She hurries to get close to us, while we wait for her halfway.- I'm sorry to delay you, but... - She puts her hand in the pocket of the dress she wears and takes out a stack of keys, staring at her nephew beside me. “We had to change the locks on your parents' mansion. Marco thought it best that I deliver it to you personally, since there is suspicion among the soldiers.I look at Kaanadan and see him hesitate as he looks at the key, but he quickly takes it from his aunt's hand and stuffs it into his overcoat pocket. Her eyes are cold, she looks troubled.- What there was? - Her question came out dry, but her look tried to soften when looking at her aunt.Jane took a deep breath as she scratched her forehead, then turned her attention b
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His intense kisses, his slides through my body, made me shiver as everything that was hot became more. My body felt like flames screaming amidst an erupting volcano and I couldn't say anything over the loud sounds my mouth was making. Kaanadan was driving me more and more crazy and when my limit reached… God, it was inexplicable.The scene from this morning after my comment still plays in my head. My body boils just remembering it and it unsettles me more than I could have thought normal. I don't deny that I was almost, well almost, falling for his game; I was almost giving up, hiding any fear that makes me stop and think. But your cell phone rang and the only thing that made me give up was your call to work...“Celeste?I come to my senses.I blink a few times and turn my attention to Marga, who says something I don't understand. What a bad friend I am...We're in a coffee shop, which is right in the center of the city and great for distraction, even though it's not the sight of
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"Attack?" Celina's voice sounds frightened."Yeah... one more."I comment on the cell phone, watching Kaanadan get ready, stuffing several guns into holsters strapped to his jacket and body. The body that still has cuts and wounds from that attack.We were woken up in the middle of the night by screams. The mansion, as protected as it is, became weak among the group that invaded and ended up injuring several soldiers from Kaanadan's organization, as well as leaving three dead. Since then, he's been silent, seriously, and I don't imply, already knowing the reason.With the cell phone to my ear, due to Celina's call that morning, I adjust my pants, finishing getting ready when I throw the single braid of my hair, to the back. We are leaving here. Better, I'm leaving.“But the Salvatore mansion is one of the most protected. How did this happen?“Traitors. — I say the word that still torments the tall man in front of me, no matter how much I speak Portuguese. Sigh. "I'll have to han
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A buzzing invades my head as the bullet approaches both sides of my head. When I open my eyes, already wet with tears, I see three dead bodies in a lake of blood. Dimitri and his two cronies, of course. Both sides of me are lying forward with gunshots to the neck and head; As for Dimitri, a shot to the chest that went through his back.I look up at Kaanadan and his hand, holding a weapon, slowly lowers, while his eyes come towards me calmly. — How many times will I have to ask you to trust me, Celeste?My voice doesn't come out. I know that, it's that damn feeling of shock, where it blocks you from the easiest movements and attitudes. I look around, noticing at the door, Scott and Stefano, both lowering their guns pointed at the sofa. They killed their companions...— I don't think I'm okay... — I murmur to myself, putting my hand to my throbbing head, feeling a pain consume me.— Celeste? — Kaanadan makes me look at him and then everything goes dark...I woke up with a buzzing so
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KAANADAN SALVATORE— We have few men at the barriers, sir. The last attack took more than twenty and those who remained are too injured to still keep them there.Sebastian's voice rings through the room as I'm looking at the painting hanging on the reddish wall. An old painting from the organization's former formation. Not that it's important, it's just something to distract me from what I'm hearing. The silence manifests itself, although besides the two of us, Fiore also remains in the corner, sitting on the sofa.—Kaanadan? —Fiore. He calls me confused, making me turn my face to look at him. — We are in a serious attack, we cannot act silently.— And what should I do? — I question, turning around in the chair and looking into his gray eyes.He withdraws, signaling for the soldier to leave, however, he only leaves at my request. And as soon as we are alone, Fiore sighs. — I know that since last time, you refused to go on a rough hunt...Already knowing the path this conversatio
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I woke up to an insistent vibration on the table next to the bed. I lifted my head, groggy from sleep, and then I realized it was my cell phone. I looked to the side and Kaanadan was still sleeping, thrown to the side while the blanket only covered him from the hips down. I took a deep breath and picked up the device, noticing the unknown number that had called me about five times yesterday. I think about ignoring it like every time he called me, but, imagining that this will make him call me again, I answer.- Who is it? — I ask, sitting on the bed.I look at the clock on the table next to Kaanadan and notice that it's barely five in the morning.Who in their right mind would call someone at this time?The silence on the call makes me take a deep breath to stay awake and ask again:—Who is speaking?If you don't speak, that would be the right question.The call then ends and I stare at the cell phone screen for a while. How strange... I check the number, trying to find it, but
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Didn't sleep at home. A typical reaction of someone who feels guilty or simply started a drama for psychological manipulation.Maybe it was working.A certain relief overcame me yesterday, as I freed myself from the words that have been stuck in my throat for days, but along with it, the feeling that nothing will get better still gnaws at me. I take a deep breath and kick the rubber doll once again, which then swings sideways before I kick it again, keeping my hands in closed fists in front of my face.This is keeping me going and not even the morning workout helped me release the anger I'm feeling. Yes, that's why I'm in the middle of the afternoon kicking a dummy, sounding like I'm hours into a marathon and my ankle joints are almost blue from punching something.I punch the doll's face several times, grunting nervously, before my body gives way and finds the soft ground.I brought my wrists to my eyes, trying to alleviate this bad thing that torments me.— Poor whatever the d
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