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Even if I'm stuttering, nothing in Penelope's expression increases my nervousness. She even stops paying half attention to her glass to take one of my hands and hold it firmly. My palm is sweaty, but Penelope doesn't seem to bother as she squeezes her fingers on mine."You know you can tell me anything, Suzy.”I look at our united hands, then at your face. Her olive-colored skin shines under the ceiling light, contrasting even more with the color of the gold in her hair and the penetrating darkness of her dark irises. Again I hesitate about how I should start telling the truth."About your brother" I can murmur, tangled each syllable so much that I almost choke. “What do you remember about Jonathan?”Surprise, Penelope loosens her fingers over mine, but doesn't let go of my hand. Somehow your empathy seems to have withered as fast as a flower touched by frost."Why does your Psychiatrist think that talking about my brother can make things easier?”I don't like the arrogance I hear in
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Around us, songs and glasses resonate, people come and go, no one with the slightest perception of the barb exchange between Penelope and me. No one who has a notion of how hurt and sorry I feel for having followed this stupid idea. It was stupid to think that my friendship would make Penelope see beyond. She is Jonathan's sister, your hero without a cape, what did I expect?Penelope's face is hard like stone, like a statue whose expression is pure hatred."You don't have the right to talk about my brother, Suzane.”"Why did I let him die? "I try, raising my chin. "I saved Hunter, a stranger and foreigner, from death, but if I could go back, I would have been more careful that no one would see me watch Jonathan's drowning. He deserved to have suffered more.”I don't know how I see the palm of Penelope's hand advancing to my face, but I hold her wrist in time to stop her. I am not shocked by your attitude, nor conformed, I just avoid thinking that I would be slapped by someone who made
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It is strange to think how much some situations in our lives lead us to an infinite loop of similar tasks, metaphorically speaking.A couple of months ago, I was entering through the doors of the same hospital I am now in, supporting the weight of a man whose full name I barely knew. Despite the apparent fear, I prayed that he would not die in my arms, but only because I did not think he would be able to sustain the weight of another death on my shoulders.But I have to admit that nothing from that strange night represents half the despair I feel right now.Perhaps at that time the life of a stranger was of little valuable to my inflated ego. And I shouldn't be surprised that anyone else could call me frivolous "on sexual or sentimental matters. Today the coldness that was in me had dissipated as fast as a dew in the morning, but again, perhaps the reason is because my link of companionship to Penelope supplants any possibility of cowardice.The fact is that even though I am already v
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"Was it you who called Hunter?”Colton denies it with a soft sound."He was with Jon at the time of the accident and they had to pick up Mrs. Maxwell before they came here. I was the one closest to the localities and I arrived first, but the two were together when they arrived.”My head leans slightly to one side, and I blink, confused."Jon Maxwell, and Hunter, my husband, were they together tonight?”“Suzy, the accident occurred last night. You slept here "he explains, solemn. "And yes, they arrived together. I assumed they were in the same place.”Shock goes through my veins and I'm buzzing when I ignore my twenty-four hours spent in unconsciousness, and I decide that I have no intention of letting another omission of Hunter go unnoticed. I'm stressed, tired, scared, but entirely frustrated to realize that Hunter is still hiding things from me.Even after saying you trust me. Even confessing to me your secrets and plans. He still lies. And it still takes me too long to notice this.
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"You can go home if you want, dear," suggests Hillary, freeing Colton and stroking my hair very slowly. She casts a sharp look at her ex-husband. "We will not be sure of anything until Penelope is aware, and this includes any discussion that has happened before all.”Jon snorts, laughing with sweet irony. He will never stop blaming me for this, Penelope recovering or not. I don't feel good about it at all."I want to wait for news from Pen," I imprint, getting rid of Hunter's arms.Crossing his arms over his chest, Hunter looks at me from above and wrinkles his nose as he looks at my skirt."There's blood on your clothes.”I also look down, spontaneously retreating my legs away from the trail of a dry red on the bar, very close to my knees "also stained with blood."Well, I stretch my tongue," I can clean myself in the bathroom, but nothing will take me out of this hospital until someone tells me that Penelope is awake and asking for a piece of pizza.Hunter's lips sketch a biased smi
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“I want you two on your knees right there!”The three of us are guided to swearing and pushing into an area away from the open parking lot, where there is literally no soul life, avoiding talking or at least breathing louder than we should with the aim of Dean's revolver escorting us. He opens a smile that shines in contrast to the darkness, reacting immediately to seeing my two companions rushing to do the order.I am not at all impressed to notice that Dean Rivers' pride remains intact, and I serve as an audience to see Hunter and Colton persuaded to stop walking on the flower bed that extends on the side of the hospital building, and give in on their knees "both grumbling offenses to my uncontrolled and lunatic former fiancé.I keep standing, trembling, not knowing if the fear that twists inside me like a knife is linked to the fact that my ex-fiancé has my current husband in his sights, or if I fear for the man and woman who followed us. Anyway, even the lightest breeze of the mil
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Dean releases my arm at once, pulling me back so hard that I don't fall to the ground by miracle. With a single step forward, he hits Colton with the handle of the gun, hitting his nose. The sound of metal colliding with the bone makes me shrink, but it is Colton's blood firing through the blow that has my stomach turning in nausea. Hunter even tries to get up, but Dean is already by my side again, pushing the gun against my jaw."Always so funny... How many laughs will it be when I shoot one of you? Do you see anyone nearby? Not me! "Colton throws all his hatred out of his eyes, but limits himself to just covering his injured nose with both hands. The fingers soaking in blood in a matter of seconds. "Hunter, now you have exactly two minutes to start telling the truth, or I'll say what I know myself.”I feel the coldness of the gun kissing the skin of my neck, and the soft sound that is produced by the bullets inside the drum when Dean presses the revolver on the soft part below my ch
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I stagger back, uncertain about my own reaction. Should I scream or run?“What? Why would anyone want to kill me?”"It's not for you, it's for him! " Dean gestures to Hunter, pointing the gun at him. I don't look. "Suzy, he works for people with a similar interest to mine. People who link your name to a Turkish Brotherhood. The difference was that if you died, he would also die. By desertion, he was the one who should have killed you that night, Suzy. Hunter Chaol is the name of the man who would take you to Saltuk Mahomet.”I can hear the sound of my breathing in the silence that hangs over us. Without moving my body, I look down to where Hunter is, kneeling. The green eyes sparkle with a feverish tone that I do not recognize, but the lips move without producing any sound:"Trust the man you met at the subway station."The man who was beaten, died, and came back to life, all because he did not want to fulfill the service received. The man who bleed, begged for my help, and made me fe
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