Continued.
- damn, Nadezhda! - Hugo moaned taking me with all the delicacy before he was able to stop our fall. I did follow the scent of lavender that gave off his jersey, closing my eyes without wanting to know where I had, feeling happy cradled in his arms. When my feet touched the cold floor of the attic, I left him carefully that he could not sustain itself. I felt sleepy before their aroma, so it went a little more of me to regain my opinion before scolded.
- I told you that you should forget all that, "I told you or not? -. His voice was a particular accent, a composition of thousands of notes that clouded my senses. I tried to concentrate on his words, knowing that their anger would be worse if caught me distracted with her charms. I nodded my head down, knowing that all the self-Hugo had spent not fall to pieces when he saw me jump .- promised I would keep it a secret, why did you jump?
- I have not said anything to anyone, really, "I defended myself, but my excuses were not enough to calm his nerves. The truth is I was happy, happy that despite all continue spying on me after what happened, I still worry. Hugo seemed to read my thoughts. His lips were slack and his eyes changed into a less dangerous, something that inspired to get my pulse, always through the roof when her hunter's eyes were fixed on me.
- just wanted to see me, is not it? -. I nodded without fear, to guess the meaning of his mild roar as clear as shocking. He was causing problems, I knew it, but that's not going to stop. Not now that he had made a decision, my whole being cried out to say that answer up.
- I want to see Leonardo, "I said aloud, noting the understanding emerge in the eyes of Hugo, now the color of ash.
- NO! - Shouted, grabbing the wrist with force, even though I knew it was all the delicacy which was able to assimilate without breaking the bone. I could feel his nose sniffed once, twice, three times before throwing Ely seize me with a roar. I could feel her breath on my ear, down to my throat quickly. I bowed my head to one side, guiding awkwardly to the source of my scent. It was not the first time anyone drank from me, so there was no fear or scruples. To them I was a food, perhaps you could speak, but their survival instinct made them ignore that detail once civilized form gave way to the animal. Hugo with his tongue touched my collarbone, causing a collapsed blood chills at that point.
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