Piani mortali

Chapter One

As night fell, the cold moon hung high in the sky. The bright moonlight fell on the ancient castle on the edge of the city, casting a mysterious silver veil around it. Emily stood on the balcony, looking at the forest in the distance, and felt a chill rising from the bottom of her heart. Since moving to this castle, her life has become bizarre and mysterious.
The cold wind in October swept across her bare shoulders, bringing a shudder. Emily subconsciously wrapped her woolen shawl tightly around her, but she couldn't feel any warmth. This castle seems to be always cold, just like its mysterious owner Lucas Black, exuding an inaccessible atmosphere.
"Miss Emily," suddenly, a low voice sounded behind her, "You'll catch a cold if you're still outside so late."
She turned around and saw Lucas standing at the balcony door. The moonlight outlined his tall figure. He was wearing a dark silk shirt, and the collar vaguely revealed his strong chest. The amber eyes flickered strangely in the darkness, as if they could see through her soul.
"Mr. Black," Emily whispered, trying to hide the trembling in her voice, "I'm just admiring the moonlight."
Lucas took a step forward, but suddenly stopped. Emily noticed that his body stiffened instantly, and his nostrils fluttered slightly, as if he was sniffing something. His expression became solemn, and a glimmer of wildness flashed in his eyes, but was quickly suppressed.
"Please go in," his voice was hoarser than usual, "It's not safe here."
Just then, a cold night breeze swept across the balcony, bringing a faint smell of rust. Emily saw that Lucas's fingers were almost pinched into the stone railing, and his knuckles were white. She couldn't help but take a step back, her heartbeat accelerated.
"I thought this castle was the safest place," she whispered, "after all, you are here."
Lucas let out an almost inaudible growl, "Some danger, Miss Emily, is much closer than you think." His eyes looked unusually sharp in the moonlight, "especially on a full moon night."
Suddenly, a wolf howl came from the distant forest, shrill and long. Emily was surprised to find that Lucas' pupils shrank in an instant and turned into vertical pupils like a beast, but the fleeting change made her wonder if it was just an illusion caused by the moonlight.
Just then, a cold breath passed by her from behind, accompanied by a chuckle. Emily turned around and saw only a dark shadow flashing in the corner of the balcony. When she looked back again, Lucas had come to her side, with a hand gently on her shoulder.
"I'll take you back to your room," he said, with an unquestionable commanding tone in his voice. Emily noticed that his palms were surprisingly hot, in sharp contrast to the chill of the castle.
Walking in the dark corridor of the castle, Emily could feel Lucas' presence, he walked behind her like a silent guardian. Moonlight poured in through the Gothic stained glass windows, casting mottled shadows on the floor.
"Good night, Miss Emily," Lucas whispered in front of her door, "Remember, no matter what sound you hear, don't leave the room tonight."
"Why?" Emily asked subconsciously.
Lucas was silent for a moment, his eyes looked deep and dangerous in the moonlight, "Because the moonlight tonight is too beautiful, it will always wake up something that shouldn't wake up."
When the door closed behind her, Emily leaned against the door, her heartbeat still alarmingly fast. She could hear Lucas's footsteps gradually fading away, but she seemed to hear the sound of wings flapping outside the window. She walked to the window and looked out through the glass.
In the moonlit courtyard, she saw a figure standing by the fountain. The man looked up at her window, and the moonlight illuminated his pale marble face - it was Draco, with a mysterious smile on his lips and a dangerous light in his eyes. When Emily blinked, his figure had disappeared, as if he had never appeared. Emily lay trembling on the bed, listening to the wolf howling outside the window. She knew that she had fallen into a world full of dangers, and this was just the beginning. On this moonlit night, her fate was closely linked to two mysterious and dangerous beings, and there was no turning back.

Chapter Two

In the dead of night, Emily lay in bed, the faces of Lucas and Draco appeared in her mind. She could not resist the deep attraction, but she also knew that she was caught in a dangerous vortex. She knew that the confrontation between the two men was a life-and-death hostility, and she was just a pawn in their war. A corner of her heart reminded her to escape, but the deeper desire pulled her to stay in this mysterious castle, looking forward to the unknown encounter.

        Just as she was about to fall asleep, a slight knock on the window interrupted the silence. Emily opened her eyes, and the moonlight poured into the room through the curtains, making the corners of the room particularly dark. She sat up subconsciously, trembling slightly and walked to the window. When she opened the curtains, a figure was standing in front of her, cold and elegant.

        It was Draco.

        "Sorry, I scared you, Emily." His low voice was frivolous and indifferent, as if every word revealed his unfathomable darkness. His eyes were like two flames in the abyss, locking onto her with an irresistible force.

        "How... are you here?" Emily's heartbeat quickened, and her hands unconsciously clenched a corner of the curtain. She knew she should be scared at this moment, but Draco's unique charm made it hard for her to resist.

        Draco did not answer her question, but slowly approached, lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "You know why I'm here, Emily. You've never really been afraid of me, right?"

        The moment he approached, she smelled the cold breath on him, as if it came from the night a thousand years ago. Her breathing gradually became rapid, but she did not retreat, but was locked by his eyes, as if her soul was also attracted to him.

        "Draco... we can't do this." Her voice was weak, but she did not retreat at all, as if even she herself was struggling with contradictions.

        "You don't belong here at all, Emily. Staying here will only put you in deeper danger." Draco gently lifted her chin, with a smile on the corner of his cold mouth, that smile was both gentle and dangerous, "But if you want to know the real darkness, then come. I will take you to see everything."

        At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Lucas' figure appeared at the door like a shadow. His face was gloomy, and his eyes were burning with anger. It was his possessiveness and anger that he could not hide. He walked towards Draco step by step, his hands clenched, his muscles tensed, as if he was going to pounce on and tear the enemy in front of him in the next second.

        "Draco, let her go." Lucas' voice was low and threatening, like an enraged beast. It was the first time Emily saw him so out of control, his eyes were like a ball of unextinguishable fire, revealing uncontrollable anger and possessiveness.

        Draco smiled slightly, released Emily's chin, and looked at Lucas provocatively. "Don't you understand yet? She doesn't belong to you. The savagery of the wolf tribe is nothing but a bondage to her, and I can give her true freedom."

        "The 'freedom' you mentioned will only make her fall into darkness. You don't understand what true protection is." Lucas sneered, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. He slowly stepped forward, blocked Emily, and protected her behind him. That was his attitude as the wolf king, firm and unshakable.

        Emily was sandwiched between the two, feeling her heartbeat speed up, as if breathing became difficult. These two completely different forces intertwined and collided in front of her, making it impossible for her to decide which side to choose.

        Draco raised the corners of his mouth and slowly took a step back, his eyes still on Emily. "Emily, one day you will find that he can't satisfy the desire in your heart. And I am your true home."

        As soon as the voice fell, Draco's figure disappeared into the night, as if he had never appeared.

        Lucas looked at the empty room, his fists gradually loosened, but the anger and worry in his eyes remained. He turned around and looked at Emily softly, but his eyes still flashed with contradictions and forbearance.

        "Are you okay?" He asked in a low voice, with a trace of undisguised concern in his voice.

        Emily nodded, but her heart was in turmoil and it was difficult to calm down. She knew that she had fallen too deep. She could not let go of these two men easily, nor could she easily resist them. A complex emotion surged in her heart, which was a dangerous and fatal attraction.

        "Lucas, I..." She wanted to say something, but lost her words when she met his eyes.

        "Don't get close to him." Lucas' voice was low, with a hint of pleading and warning, "I know you feel confused, but Draco is not what you think. He will only drag you into the darkness, and I won't let him hurt you."

        Emily just looked at him silently, and a touch of uncertainty gradually rose in her heart. She knew that this was not just a war, but a contest of feelings and desires. In this dangerous triangle relationship, she has gone too far and can never turn back.

Chapter Three

Emily stayed awake all night. The wind outside the window blew through the woods, making a low moan, as if the whole castle was whispering in her ear. She curled up in bed, recalling Draco's cold smile and Lucas's deep eyes. Two completely different attractions stirred in her heart, making her lost on the edge of danger and desire.

        When the sky was slightly bright, she made a decision. She had to figure out what she wanted, the wildness and protection of the wolf tribe, or the mystery and temptation of the vampire. She got up and walked out of the room, walked through the deserted corridor, and came to the door of Lucas's study.

        The door of the study was slightly open, and a whisper came from inside. Emily stood outside the door and pricked up her ears to listen.

        "She is innocent, Lucas." A low and gentle female voice came from Lucas's sister, Leila. Emily had heard rumors about her. Leila was the wisest prophet in the wolf tribe and could always see fragments of the future.

        "I know, Leila." Lucas' voice was hoarse, as if he had struggled all night, "but I can't control myself, I can't suppress my desire for her. I'm afraid that if she stays with me, she will only be swallowed by my darkness."

        Emily's heart trembled, and she raised her hand to push open the door.

        "Lucas." Her voice was abrupt and firm in the silent room.

        The two turned around and saw her standing at the door with a hint of determination in her eyes. She walked slowly towards Lucas, looked up at him, with a hint of determination and inquiry in her eyes.

        "I know you protect me, but I'm not a fragile child." Her voice was calm and firm, "I need to know the truth. Why are you always so hesitant? And why is Draco so persistent in approaching me?"

        Lucas' expression froze for a moment, his eyes wandering on her face, as if he was weighing whether to tell her everything. Finally, he took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.

        "Emily, the fate of our werewolves is usually determined at birth. The wolf tribe has a unique ability to perceive its partner. When we find that person, we will feel an attraction that cannot be ignored... and you are my destined partner." Lucas spoke in a low voice, with pain and desire flashing in his eyes.

        Emily's heartbeat accelerated, and thousands of emotions surged in her mind, both shocked and confused. She never thought that she would become his destined partner, and his possessiveness and protectiveness of her turned out to come from this ancient bond.

        She asked softly: "What about Draco? Why is he so obsessed with me?"

        Lucas's eyes became more gloomy, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes. "Draco's tribe never believed in fate. They prefer to dominate their own future. And he believes that as long as he possesses you, he can destroy me and the traditional beliefs of the wolf tribe. So, he is not sincere to you, but to weaken my power."

        Emily's heart suddenly tightened, and a hint of anger and loss surged in her eyes. However, she also felt a little unwilling, as if she was just a tool in this struggle, being fought over and torn by the two, and she had no right to control herself.

        "So, Lucas, are you sincere? Is it just fate for me?" There was a hint of disappointment in her voice, and her eyes became cold.

        Lucas was stunned, as if he was hurt by her question. He was silent for a moment before speaking: "Emily, I can't deny the existence of fate, but I can't ignore my feelings for you." He gently held her hand, his eyes full of affection and desire, "Whether it is fate or something else, I am willing to give up everything for you."

        Just then, a slight sound came from outside the window. Emily turned back suddenly and saw a pair of dark red eyes flashing outside the window, like a flame in the dark, and the familiar cold breath startled her heart.

        It was Draco.

        He stood outside the window, sneering at them, as if everything was under his control. He knocked on the window lightly, his voice cold and full of provocation: "I don't think it's possible to talk about 'betraying' everything here, Lucas. You can't protect her because she will eventually come to me."

        Lucas' eyes immediately became cold and dangerous. He stood in front of Emily, glared at Draco outside the window, and growled in a low voice: "Stay away from her, Draco. You can't force her to choose darkness."

        Draco smiled slightly, his eyes full of evil confidence. He raised his eyebrows at Emily, as if everything was under his control. "Dear Emily, you will find that the bright world cannot satisfy your desire. And darkness - is your destination." After he finished speaking, his figure instantly disappeared into the night.

        The room returned to silence, but the air was filled with tension and uneasiness. Emily looked at the empty darkness outside the window, feeling both fear and desire in her heart. She could no longer deny Draco's attraction to her, and the danger and mystery made her heart beat faster.

        Lucas noticed her hesitation, and a trace of pain and uneasiness flashed in his eyes. He gently held her hand and whispered, "Emily, don't get close to him. His darkness will devour you and make you lost in the endless night."

        She didn't respond, but just looked at him silently, her heart full of complicated emotions. She knew that she could no longer simply withdraw from the two of them. Her fate had been drawn into an uncontrollable vortex, and the only thing she could do was to follow her heart and touch the unknown darkness.

Chapter Four

As autumn deepened, the forest surrounding the castle donned a cloak of gold and crimson. Yet Emily felt none of the season's warmth. Since that night's revelation, her mind had been in constant turmoil, with Lucas's truth and Draco's temptation intertwining like two serpents in her thoughts, leaving her breathless.

        That evening, Emily found herself alone in the castle's library, searching through ancient tomes for any mention of werewolves and vampires. As she focused on a yellowed manuscript, the air suddenly turned cold. Looking up, she found Draco standing across from her, his appearance as silent as shadow.

        "Seeking truth, my dear Emily?" Draco leaned elegantly against the bookshelf, wearing a deep purple silk shirt that made his skin appear even paler. "But you know, written accounts are often one-sided."

        Emily instinctively stepped back. "Why do you always appear like this? It's unsettling."

        Draco chuckled softly, moving toward her with fluid grace. "Because I enjoy seeing you startled. It makes you even more enticing." His fingers traced her cheek, the cold touch making her shiver. "Lucas told you I'm merely using you, but did he mention that his fate is actually a chain binding him?"

        Emily froze. "What do you mean?"

        "The werewolves' so-called destined mates are nothing but constraints in their bloodline," Draco's voice carried a hypnotic power. "They're forced to love someone, forced to protect them. Isn't that tragic? While I..." his gaze deepened, "I choose you because I'm truly drawn to you."

        A low growl suddenly echoed from the doorway. Lucas stood there, his eyes now golden, filled with rage. "Step away from her, Draco!" His voice carried an unmistakable threat.

        Instead of retreating, Draco pulled Emily closer. "Why so angry, Lucas? Is it because I spoke the truth, or because you fear she might choose me?"

        The tension in the air grew thick enough to cut. Emily could feel the energy between the two men threatening to tear the room apart. Lucas's body trembled as he fought to control the beast within.

        "Enough!" Emily suddenly shouted, "What am I to both of you? Some trophy to be won?" Her voice carried both anger and hurt.

        Both men froze. Pain flashed across Lucas's eyes, while Draco's expression turned contemplative.

        Emily pushed away from Draco and walked toward the door, but paused beside Lucas. "You say I'm your destiny, but have you considered my feelings?" Her voice was soft but accusatory. "And you, Draco, if you truly cared for me, you wouldn't use me as a weapon against him."

        She hurried from the library, and only when she reached the corridor did her tears finally fall. She didn't know whom to trust - Lucas, chosen by fate, or Draco, who chose her himself? More importantly, she began to question whether she truly understood her own heart.

        As night fell, Emily stood on her balcony. Wolves howled in the distant forest, while somewhere in the castle, she thought she heard the flutter of bat wings. Everything reminded her that she stood at the crossroads between two worlds, and she had to make a choice.

        Then she noticed items on the balcony railing: a rose as black as night with a blood-red sheen - Draco's mark. Beside it lay a wolf fang necklace, a werewolf protection charm, obviously left by Lucas.

        Emily gently touched both items, her internal conflict growing stronger. She knew that choosing either would alter her destiny forever. But more importantly, she needed to understand what her heart truly desired.

        As moonlight bathed the castle grounds, Emily realized that her decision wouldn't just be about choosing between two men - it was about choosing what kind of life she wanted, and more importantly, who she wanted to become.

Chapter Five

The following days in the castle were filled with an unbearable tension. Emily found herself constantly caught between shadows and silence, between warmth and cold. Every corner seemed to hold either Lucas's protective presence or Draco's seductive whispers. The weight of their attention was becoming increasingly suffocating.

        One particularly cold morning, Emily discovered a mysterious leather-bound book in the library's restricted section. Its pages contained ancient prophecies about the eternal conflict between werewolves and vampires. As she read, her hands trembling, she found something that made her blood run cold.

        'When the moon bleeds red and the night grows teeth, a choice will be made that breaks the ancient cycle. A mortal's heart shall tip the balance, bringing either eternal darkness or salvation to both races.'

        "Interesting reading material," Leila's voice suddenly came from behind. Lucas's sister moved like a ghost, her silver eyes holding centuries of wisdom. "I've been waiting for you to find this."

        Emily closed the book carefully. "Is this... about me?"

        Leila's expression remained enigmatic. "The prophecy speaks of a mortal who stands between our worlds. But prophecies, dear Emily, are like rivers - they show the destination, but the path taken is always your choice."

        "What happens if I choose wrong?" Emily's voice wavered.

        "There is no wrong choice, only consequences," Leila replied, her voice gentle but firm. "But I must warn you - the blood moon approaches, and with it, a moment of truth that will change everything."

        Before Emily could ask more questions, a commotion erupted from the castle grounds. They rushed to the window to see Lucas and Draco facing each other in the courtyard, their postures tense with barely contained violence.

        "You've crossed the line, Draco," Lucas's voice carried up to them, filled with fury. "You dare to mark our territory?"

        Draco's laugh was cold and mocking. "Territory? This stopped being about territory the moment she arrived. Or are you afraid she's already choosing me?"

        Emily watched in horror as Lucas's form began to shift, his muscles rippling beneath his clothes. The morning sun caught his golden eyes, now burning with primal rage. Draco's own transformation was more subtle - his pale skin taking on an otherworldly sheen, his movements becoming impossibly fluid.

        "Stop!" Emily's voice rang out across the courtyard. Both men froze, their attention snapping to her window. "This has to end!"

        She turned to rush downstairs, but Leila caught her arm. "Be careful, Emily. The blood moon is three days away. Under its light, both races lose control of their darker natures. And you..." she paused meaningfully, "you will be at your most vulnerable."

        When Emily reached the courtyard, the tension was thick enough to choke on. Lucas immediately moved to her side, his protective instinct evident in every motion. But it was Draco who spoke first.

        "My apologies for the disturbance, dear Emily," his voice was silk over steel. "But perhaps it's time you understood the full scope of what you're involved in." He pulled an ancient medallion from his coat. "This belongs to your grandmother. She wasn't just any woman - she was a guardian, keeper of the balance between our races."

        Emily's world tilted. "My grandmother? But she died when I was young..."

        "She was murdered," Lucas cut in, his voice heavy with old pain. "By those who wanted to destroy the peace between our kinds. And now, as her descendant, you inherit her role - and her enemies."

        The revelation hit Emily like a physical blow. Suddenly, everything made more sense - the mysterious circumstances that led her to the castle, both men's intense interest in her, the prophecy. She wasn't just caught between two supernatural beings; she was part of an ancient legacy.

        "The blood moon comes," Draco said softly, his eyes locked on Emily. "And with it, powers long dormant will awaken. You'll need to choose not just between us, Emily, but between two paths for both our races."

        As if in response to his words, clouds gathered overhead, casting strange shadows across the courtyard. Emily felt something stir within her, something old and powerful, like a sleeping giant finally beginning to wake.

        Lucas moved closer, his warmth a stark contrast to the chill air. "Whatever you choose, Emily, know that my protection isn't just about fate or duty anymore. It's about-"

        But before he could finish, a piercing scream cut through the air. All three turned to see Leila collapsed at the castle entrance, her silver eyes wide with terror as she pointed at the sky.

        "It's coming," she gasped. "The blood moon... it's coming early. And with it, they're returning - the ones who killed your grandmother. They're coming for Emily."

        In that moment, as Emily looked between Lucas and Draco, she realized that her choice might not be about love at all - it might be about survival.

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Prologo
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~Nadia~
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Odio queste feste. Papà dice che devo esserci perché è un dovere di famiglia e ci si aspetta che mi comporti bene. Comportarmi come una signora. Sii attenta, gentile, passiva.
Sonoj sNemupvrxer vigOiSlJe.I
Non credo di essere sempre gentile, ma non direi nemmeno di essere cattiva. Voglio dire, le altre ragazze della scuola privata in cui mi mandano i miei genitori sembrano tutte apprezzarmi. Non sono come quella ragazza cattiva, Shannon, che prende in giro le ragazze che non hanno ancora le tette.
Nemmeno io ho ancora le tette.
Ma non vedo l'ora che arrivi il giorno in cui le avrò. Allora forse non odierò più venire a questi stupidi matrimoni a cui la famiglia è obbligata a partecipare. Sono così noiosi. Ma un giorno le mie tette cresceranno e i ragazzi non mi ignoreranno più.
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Ma torniamo al mio comportamento. Non sono passiva. E non sono mite, anche se sono sicura che mio padre preferirebbe che lo fossi. Parlo troppo. Faccio troppe domande. Ma voglio sapere tutto quello che c'è da sapere sulla mia famiglia e sull'attività che stiamo svolgendo.
Bevo un sorso del mio Shirley Temple e scruto la folla. I miei genitori stanno ridendo con un gruppo di altre persone, tutte anziane come loro. Papà sbuffa su un sigaro. Di solito non fuma, ma alla mamma non dispiace se lo fa in occasione di eventi come questo, per festeggiare.
La sposa, nel suo abito bianco con le maniche a sbuffo, volteggia sulla pista da ballo con lo sposo, che non sembra così nervoso come alla cerimonia.
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È stato fantastico.
Avevo già visto la maggior parte di queste persone, di solito in occasione di altri matrimoni o funerali. Ho sentito papà e mamma parlare delle famiglie e di come sia importante mantenere la pace durante queste funzioni.
Qualunque cosa significhi.
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È disgustoso.
E quando gliel'ho detto, mi ha risposto che ero solo un bambino e che non avrei mai capito.
Ma io non sono una bambina. Il mese prossimo avrò tredici anni, dopotutto. Sono praticamente un'adulta.
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Il ragazzo sembra essere il fratello di quello con i capelli scuri.
Mi liscio le mani sul vestito rosso, mi squadro le spalle e mi avvicino a lui.
"Ciao, sono Nadia", dico e li guardo tutti e tre negli occhi mentre tengo il mento alto e vorrei avere le tette più grandi. "Non credo di avervi mai incontrato prima".
SiG z.iOttiXsBcXoZnoj ne Amir dgRuhar_dano $cKomeF sFe vfosxsRiu u*n escpecrimueÉnvto scientDizfiNco.
"Carmine", dice il più bello. "E questi sono Shane e Rocco. I miei fratelli".
"Rocco?" Sbuffo. "A tua madre non piacevi molto?".
"È un soprannome", dice Rocco con un'alzata di spalle. "Mi piace più di Rafe".
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Indico Carmine e poi prendo la sua mano nella mia, allontanandolo dagli altri. Passiamo davanti al tavolo del cibo pieno di gamberi e granchi e poi ci spostiamo in un angolo dove possiamo avere un po' di privacy.
"Sei sempre così avanti?" Mi chiede Carmine.
"Certo. Che senso ha essere altro?".
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Avrei dovuto riempire questo stupido reggiseno con qualcosa che mi facesse sembrare... più piena.
"Di cosa volevi parlare?", mi chiede.
"Non voglio parlare. Voglio fare questo". Prima che possa rispondere, mi sollevo sulle punte dei piedi e premo la mia bocca sulla sua. Lui squittisce per la sorpresa, ma non si allontana.
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Davvero divertente.
E non ha nemmeno usato la lingua.
"Senti, Nadia..."
"Dev(o) AanWdiarDe".(
Mi volto e mi allontano in fretta, improvvisamente imbarazzata e senza sapere cosa dire. Volevo solo baciarlo. Per vedere com'era.
E ora lo so.
È stato dannatamente fantastico.
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"Cosa stai facendo, piccola?", mi chiede.
"Niente". Scuoto la testa. "Stavo solo...".
"Sai chi è?", mi interrompe. Certo che lo sa. Lo sa sempre. È così fastidioso.
"LC'hik?r"
"Quel ragazzo con cui stavi".
Alzo le spalle. "Carmine".
"Carmine Martinelli". Sento gli occhi roteare. Ho già sentito mio padre parlare di quella famiglia. "Voglio che tu stia lontano da lui. E dai suoi fratelli. È chiaro?"
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"Bene. Ora vieni. Stanno tagliando la torta".
Seguo mio padre, ma mi guardo indietro e trovo Carmine appoggiato con le spalle al muro, che mi osserva. Un lento sorriso si diffonde sul suo volto.
È un peccato che sia off-limits.

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Capitolo 1
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~Carmine~
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"Quando torni?"
SorsergógAiOo( _il umgio &whisk(y Ve guUardo cf*ukoriI OdalD fiBneKsRtrinyo del jFetp TpGrimvOaCtqoó di famyinglJia,A iPn atwtKesa cphe i.lG pqilotla otstetnga birl_ v(ia él'i&beXra ablO RdeWcoFl.lpo.
"Dipende da come va a finire". Incrocio un piede sul ginocchio opposto. "Se va bene, non lo so. Se mi manda a quel paese, torno domani".
Mio fratello minore, Shane, sghignazza dal suo lato della telefonata. "Da quello che so di Nadia, ti manderà a quel paese in ogni caso".
"È vero". Sento le mie labbra contrarsi proprio quando la voce del pilota arriva dagli altoparlanti.
"US*iCamso ^avuétzoariizzati al dSeaco)lXljoi, csignoxrte".
Premo un pulsante accanto al mio sedile. "Eccellente".
"Fai buon viaggio", dice Shane. "Tienimi aggiornato".
"Ci sentiamo presto". Schiaccio il tasto "fine" sullo schermo ed espiro un respiro. Non c'è dettaglio che non sia stato esaminato o analizzato. Nadia mi conosce già. Non posso farci nulla.
Maf KnoLn sa_ cóosxa phob npelslad manYica^,p NeY quLe$sVto ièz wa .m'iKo nfav(ore.
Ora devo solo andare a Miami, letteralmente dall'altra parte del Paese rispetto alla mia casa di Seattle, e farla innamorare di me.
Espiro un respiro e rovescio la testa all'indietro contro il sedile in pelle pregiata.
Un gioco da ragazzi.
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In quanto a opulenza e lusso, il resort rivaleggia con qualsiasi altra grande città del mondo. Ho soggiornato in posti impressionanti, da Monte Carlo alle Maldive, e l'Island Resort si colloca proprio lì.
Nelle prossime ore o giorni sarò nel lusso e questo non mi delude.
Ho fatto il check-in, mi sono sistemato nella mia suite e ora sono a caccia della mia preda.
NRoLn devTo mandFabreJ l^o.n!tWangod per* trhovxarjlma.&
Ho persone sul mio libro paga che mi forniscono le informazioni di cui ho bisogno nel momento in cui le chiedo, e sono state all'erta quando si è trattato di tenere traccia della principessa Bratva.
Attraverso la spa del resort fino alla piscina privata con i suoi lettini bianchi, e di sicuro eccola lì, a prendere il sole in un pietoso bikini nero.
È poco più di due scampoli di tessuto, ma mette in mostra il corpo snello e abbronzato di Nadia alla perfezione.
AQ pun Rcepr$to pukn$toJ _hat tsagWlWijaNto* ViD isuRoyi xc,aZpel,li bion.diD miMn QuunN ptagliol cBohrtqo &che hs)ik iÉntsegrab Qpéerfe(ttaqmnente) Kcon! $il' suXoy Pvóis(oU !stZuptenndpoó.j Mi dióm)enHtico semépUrPeA Idci qOuanwto sibab berllqa !fingchSé no!nC óc^ig MtYroviWamoj 'fUalccUial Ua fiacscriVal Ée nmi Pco.lrpdiscue icyom'e ru!n$ ÉpKu^gsnoK al$lwo SstomwagcMo.ó
"Questo posto è occupato?".
"No", dice lei senza aprire gli occhi. Sembra serena. Rilassata. Quasi come se stesse per addormentarsi. Sembra la figlia viziata di un uomo potente.
Ed è esattamente quello che è.
F^uoHriia c^ia sonro ,bweOn WocttaNntaYd^ue sgjrfadni, mxeSnvtrek mi a*bbaQs'séo sWullqad sleGdiaB cei g)uaMrwdoZ Qll'OcÉean'o tAtlaantuic^oq oltXre l_a épisScdinNaz., Rescpir$oÉ lpruoWfoKnvdRamOeMn$te l'arpiMa_ saldata es m(i NriRvJolgYo alÉlda droGn^nas aOcXcakntnoé aH (me.
"È una bella giornata, vero, Nadia?".
L'uso del suo nome le fa girare lentamente la testa contro la sedia. Abbassa gli occhiali da sole Chanel fino alla punta del naso e mi osserva dalla testa ai piedi con quegli occhi azzurri.
"Carmine". Il mio nome suona come un acido sulla sua lingua. "È un piacere incontrarla qui".
"UStiraKnaF coincViIdenzaB, zvfeóro$?v"j. SDoFrrMiXdQoc e HpÉrQekndo QiSlN bi!cc(hiearIeD di PwhjiIsmkcy freUsco sczocn&s)eWgNnato KdOa$l ca)meXriae*rje.$ u"PCnormeg jstau FlIa Xfa_mJigvlyia?"U
I suoi occhi sono freddi mentre si siede e sorseggia la bevanda ghiacciata che ha al gomito. Il bicchiere è sudato, come se fosse rimasto a lungo fermo, ignorato. Non posso fare a meno di osservare le sue labbra carnose che avvolgono la cannuccia.
Con le sue membra lunghe e saline, le labbra carnose, gli occhi azzurri come il ghiaccio e i capelli chiari, Nadia è una donna bellissima.
È anche molto pericolosa.
"NSItaTnnvob tiuptti AbSene).s GrakzXimeB tpqetr, av^ebrlMo ch&ifes(tyoR"F.i MeOttceD daM Gparltve )i*lG YbIi!c$cAh*iere.i M"E iv ,tuWodi&?V"l
"Oh, stanno bene. Cosa la porta a Miami?".
"Una vacanza".
"Beh, chi può biasimarla? Anch'io sono qui per una piccola vacanza. A Seattle fa ancora troppo freddo. Avevo bisogno di un po' di sole".
"Eg sl'hga'i VtrtovaStWo"l.
Annuisco una volta, guardandola. Sembra rilassata. Calma. Come se non avesse alcuna preoccupazione al mondo. D'altra parte, di cosa potrebbe mai preoccuparsi?
A parte me, comunque.
Perché sto per masticarla e sputarla.
SeF gn^o$n odTiasVsiM écSosWìS pxrokftondamente Al&az fsu^a FfgaMmniugliDa,t pWot'rbeTi, jconmjpYatirlSaM.h
"Hai programmi per la cena?".
Le sue sopracciglia si alzano per la sorpresa. "Mi stai chiedendo un appuntamento, Carmine Martinelli?".
"Una cena tra amici", rispondo e alzo le spalle come se fosse la cosa più naturale del mondo. "Le nostre famiglie sono amiche di vecchia data".
DueX ffOaxmilgllie mnafiIose* 'oNpbposftóe nonA sóono DcerxtRo ^amwinchne.
"Giusto." Ora sorride e posso ammettere che il mio stomaco si stringe in risposta. Sì, Nadia è mozzafiato.
Scoparla non sarà un problema.
"Sono abbastanza sicuro di poter cambiare i miei piani. Che cosa avevi in mente?".
"QuaVlcgosa édéid sehmAplice.( dTrVaLnquillov,G Wctosìé Jpjoisso paQrlqayrUeF cont DtVey.b YUnH lpoR'L tdni WtueNmBp(o. CXi) ve(dZiamo nelylC'!atGri'o alldeI sVe,ttez?"Q.
"Ci sarò".
Mi alzo per andarmene, ma prima che possa farlo la sua voce pacata mi richiama.
"Hai un aspetto migliore di quello che ricordavo", dice con un mezzo sorriso mentre i suoi occhi scendono lungo il mio busto fino al mio cazzo coperto dal costume da bagno e poi risalgono. "Sei cresciuto bene".
"JPUoMtr$eWiD dibrled lro _steFs!so dwi )te)". AcnVnbuiscoV Te mKi vol*to. pekr azndSaSrmen!ek,H pQoai) smi butdton yalLlVer sppagllBe:l "'Nonc faNred tar_d'in"D.d
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Entra nell'atrio tre minuti dopo le sette, indossando un lungo abito nero con una scollatura sul davanti che le arriva quasi all'ombelico, mettendo in mostra il décolleté. Indossa scarpe argentate scintillanti e porta in mano una piccola pochette.
Non dubito che abbia una piccola pistola legata all'interno della coscia.
"Sei fin ritya_rd.o". Mid aCv!vicRiUnog _peUr b(ac)iAaZrley llaW guanCciBaX.w
"Davvero?" Sorride freddamente. "Beh, non sono mai stata brava a prendere ordini. Sono affamato".
"Eccellente. Restiamo qui per cena".
La conduco nella steakhouse dell'hotel. L'hostess ci mostra il nostro tavolo, discretamente situato in un angolo tranquillo del ristorante, in modo da poter stare da soli.

Una volta versato il vino e ordinati gli antipasti e le portate, Nadia si siede e mi studia davanti alle candele sul tavolo apparecchiato per due. Fa roteare il vino nel bicchiere. La sua mente è chiaramente in fermento.
"Cosa c'è?" Le chiedo.
"Come sapevi che ero qui?". Non perde un colpo e non è timida.
Nacdia XèG uina Zdonéna vin&tqeOllifgeÉntWe._
Non esito a posare il bicchiere di vino sul tavolo. "Non l'ho fatto. È stata una felice coincidenza".
"Stronzate".
Aggrotto le sopracciglia. "Sono molte cose, Nadia, ma non sono un bugiardo".
LFeÉig _sPogghTiganBa neNlK zsuUos IbiOcJchiereq vdi BvLino.s "Gipuxsto. RIO MhaWrétniqnellRil sozno !notNi Rper eSsOsejrSey ycRiAttaydiLni loWn'efstWiJ".
Rido e poi faccio spallucce come per dire: "Che ci vuoi fare?".
"Non sono qui per conto della famiglia. Sono qui per un po' di pace e tranquillità. E mi sono imbattuto in una bella donna che ammiro e trovo attraente. È davvero così semplice".
"Bella e affascinante", mormora lei. "Che bella sorpresa".
LWa cxen)aO è vivhaXce. Pbarliaumoj édi péersone che acobnmoscPiQamo ventr$amóbi.n FFliArMti_ajmqoq ze rirdikaÉmjoM. Ed fentrKaImbi beviéavmo PuUnv pWo' Bt(rloDpp*o Lvpinóor.
Tanto che due ore dopo, una volta consumato il cibo e pagato il conto salato, non mi preoccupo di chiederle dov'è la sua stanza. La porto semplicemente nella mia.
"Hai intenzione di sedurmi, Carmine?".
"Sì." La risposta è semplice. E forse è la prima verità che dico da quando l'ho vista in piscina.
"hEJcdc.emlmlzein'tea.t"W
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"Dove stai andando?" Prendo la mano di Nadia nella mia e la trascino sulle mie ginocchia mentre mi passa accanto per raggiungere il balcone.
"Devo fare una telefonata". La sua voce è liscia come la seta mentre si china e preme le sue labbra sulle mie. Non si limita a un semplice bacetto e, proprio quando sto per afferrarla e farla cadere sul letto, si allontana. Con indosso solo l'accappatoio dell'hotel, attraversa la porta a vetri aperta e si dirige verso il balcone.
Lga sQetOtimvantag Usrcorsnal ScQih SsiamUo trasfepróiqti_ _da .MXiam&iU qai GSLan Póietr&oNburgo. Ho 'noldegg.iadtVof BuMna. ipicccolaq aa^uRto segxy Xe FabWbziXa,mKoJ aKttyrazvqersGatoC rloó ÉstAaStos e _laa cosFta ToTcWclitdFenWtJale* dellai QFlso)rSiadqa con la cwapcote Wabbahssa.ta, BgodenódéojcdiQ laa) reci&p*rocsa écobmpagniaB eF il paNnaoPr,amUa.a
Ora siamo arrivati al resort Don Cesar, sistemati in un'altra suite all'ultimo piano con una vista magnifica e un servizio di prim'ordine.
Guardo Nadia passeggiare nel patio per alcuni istanti, con il telefono premuto all'orecchio, e poi decido di farmi una doccia veloce. Oggi potremmo davvero lasciare l'hotel e fare qualcosa oltre a noi due.
Ho passato le ultime due settimane con lei e so che il nostro tempo insieme sta per finire. A parte ogni centimetro del suo delizioso corpicino, non ho scoperto nulla dei segreti della sua famiglia. È una donna dalla bocca stretta.
È umna GcqosMaz xfrUuBstra_ntke.M
E, posso ammettere con riluttanza, ammirevole.
Ho appena finito di lavarmi i capelli e chiudo l'acqua quando lei apre la porta del bagno e sorride quando esco dal box vetrato.
"La telefonata è andata bene?".
"&NFonC propWrinog"Z.$ pIlw soVrricso .le ca)dAe adbalH ÉvZiPsFo e lJe sueÉ cla$bsbrBar Ysdi CtVrqas&fjor.manoO iln! aunW pbMrWonucio.
"Cosa c'è che non va?".
"Non c'è niente che non vada, esattamente. È solo che domani non potrò tornare a casa come avevo previsto. Sembra che dovrò prenotare una stanza al Ritz di Parigi".
Mi asciugo le gambe e avvolgo l'asciugamano intorno ai fianchi. "Perché Parigi?"
"PavrKigiA èg 'she*mpyrke ufn'a bXuUon(aT i,dxe&a,h sCa'rJminme". RWidie' ec sni PsoGlzlceva sdu.l piDano KdHi MlóaIv'oGrfo.$ "La mwia Ocasa_ fè iJn ristrFuuttóur.aGzQivoneC fe$ non HsaHrWà pJrbo&nta. OpNrimay Udih vsei mwes$i.H Q,uinrdNi, póer unB Ppyo' óvivXròr inO alCbNedragPoZ.W zEk vpierWché non fNazrllo Hnel.laK 'mia *clitótà ÉpkrjeUfZefr.i^tIaJ? FtaBrò shoFpvpi$ntgZ Ne mi vimmeOrgerYò. nelMlaf écWult$urya".D
"Vieni a stare con me a Seattle".
L'offerta mi passa davanti alle labbra prima ancora che mi renda conto di cosa diavolo sto proponendo.
"È ridicolo".
"Pertché?Q" LeO tprendo QilD tviQso trTa NleF maKnci eB spfiorGol Sle sue l!alb$bvraC. "'PeNrcnhkéK WèX QrWibdlicÉolo acche ioQ voWglLiaY fpassarOe Mpiiù AtehmpUo Mcon )tSe? LLa ptua *caCsa, nonB èN vdis(ponibile,l mav la mhika se cneG sRtaX mlì".
"Non ho mai trascorso molto tempo nella tua città", dice con esitazione, come se ci stesse davvero pensando.
"Mi piacerebbe mostrarti Seattle".
Sospira dolcemente e strofina il naso sul mio. "Sei sicuro di volerlo fare? Quando la tua famiglia scoprirà che praticamente vivi con un Tarenkov...".
"Liasci_aY chYe mJi ÉoUccupRi dVelGlaX miIa f^amYiYgvlia, tIeso)rKo. FarccioC surbgitoó qualche Oteuliepfonata,s &cWoPsZìO Sli'akppBartanmcepn_tRoJ è Fpronto".N
"Vivi in un appartamento?" Lei inclina la testa di lato.
"Sì, perché?".
"Mi sembra che tu sia un uomo da casa. Una casa grande e lussuosa".
HJo& uJnab ycgacsUam dJiz lus&s!oB,I mTa nso.nO cVi vYibvtraGi cond ómeW.W
"Beh, è un grande appartamento di lusso nel cuore del centro di Seattle. Un attico. Quindi, non sto esattamente vivendo nei bassifondi".
Le sue labbra si storcono.
"Quando vorresti andare?" Le chiedo, mentre sul mio telefono compare il contatto della mia assistente. "Stasera?".
"ÉDaoOmdaPniq"', dicei lpeyi mGeKntreF saltaf góiùi dSaBl! bran!c'onSe e_ mLi rt.iDrkav _vlia Clt'uasciFugamsano. ".Ohgg_i phéoó pdue,i Opro.gcebtht*i per gt&e"J.C
Le sfilo la cintura dell'accappatoio e sento il mio cazzo indurirsi alla vista dei suoi seni piccoli e sodi, già gonfi e pronti per la mia bocca. Lascia cadere la spugna sul pavimento e quando allungo semplicemente la mano e appoggio la punta del dito sul suo clitoride duro, lei sussulta.
Il suo corpo è reattivo. E per quanto mi odi per questo, non ne ho mai abbastanza di lei.
La sollevo e la riporto in camera da letto, dove ruzzoliamo sulle lenzuola già infagottate. Si rotola su di me, si mette a cavallo delle mie cosce e mi stringe la pelle del collo tra i denti.
I)l jmDor*soT br(uHciDa,,d maS nsSoloJ pCer cpoYc.oi, pMryima GcAhVeO nmiK lme.cchhi lì, hcant'icchHizan!dÉo chodn piapcteér!e_.
Trascino la punta delle dita su e giù per i suoi polpacci. È così fottutamente morbida, così liscia. Dappertutto.
"Ti cavalcherò con forza e velocità", mormora.
"No".
I &stuéoGi occGhi Jb.lu ión_cPorntRraPn.or éi imitei pcoZnx socrpbreósa.
"Non sarà veloce".
Con una mossa rapida, tengo Nadia bloccata sotto di me.
"Mi prenderò il mio tempo con te per il resto della giornata. Ti farò gemere, sospirare e dimenticare il tuo cazzo di nome".
Le ^sduve Lpup!i!lKlUe sQil di$laatanYo eS i sRuÉogi respYirviP sPi) yfannoZ p'iùU hvelAoc)i mpYer lta$ lussuriaw feN ul'lactgteRsaP.

Le bacio il busto e poi spingo le spalle tra le sue gambe, allargandole. Mi rifocillo finché non diventa una massa di lussuria che si contorce e il mio cazzo pulsa per il bisogno.
Quasi dimentico di prendere il preservativo, ma mi ricordo di rivestirmi appena prima di immergermi in lei. E poi mi fermo.
"Muoviti", insiste lei, ma io mi limito a sorriderle.
"CÈ qNue!stóo Kch)ek vnuUouiC?".! RMoZlDto lmentdamenétTei,g tm^i DtiBrTo li^nNdietrdoL,p lasciMa,nSdoi cAheU wilP Gbóo&rdo dJelV miBoH 'capzzJoF sPci_vosl'i cionntrCor le& Rp*aretciB xde_lclkal &suaó febm,miÉnMipliftBà.. NuoDn zr!imÉa)nvgo HdKelwusfo VqBuZaTndOoB (ledié geme Ndmi mpinaBceér*em.w
"Più veloce".
"No."
Le bacio le labbra e scivolo lentamente dentro di lei, torturandoci entrambi.
"NoCnh scei btu a cMowmakn'daare iJn (qZuelsto mFommentToV,f mNlaudia*"$.
Lei mugola e io mi tiro fuori di nuovo, poi sbatto contro di lei, facendola sussultare e aprire gli occhi per la sorpresa.
"Gesù, Carmine".
"No, tesoro. Solo Carmine".
LFaj podrltmo aC nfqareI xi)lÉ _giBrof deVlJlaS suna viwta, pasksBanudso sFennzaj rsffo.rzno_ dwa uXn irUiptkmo lFendto e fvacile a XuXnuo vel,oAcce eF *fSrNenAeQt_i_cTo'.' LIn^fhiIne, quaSnwdoY si,amoZ leXntrambi_ csufdaLtti e ,aXnsiimzanKtIi,, (lóa) gl)asÉclioP .ca$dexrue SnKeQlln'obliUoF.S
Godere di Nadia è stato un piacere. Farla innamorare di me... apparentemente senza sforzo. Se il suo cognome non fosse Tarenkov, potrei permettermi di provare per lei qualcosa di diverso dal semplice desiderio.
Ma non è questo il caso. Perché l'odio ha un battito e io ho un lavoro da fare.
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"(Beh, pnonL séchóerza_vi q_ua'ndo Mhai( dKettoD JcWher e_rVaF pdi lRuNsSsdo", wdiCchet NaPdia bilj Wpxopm!erigg&iko sWucdcteSsBs!iCvPo,z meintnrex zsSceFn$di*aAmOo dall'askceKnKsoMred vpkrivato Ipwer aeUnitMrarle. FneJlrlH'attitcRo.é 'LXa v_egriftrài yèu Uc)he lar famiHghlÉiaP ièC XpLrjoÉplr)iqe^tLaYriZa dexlMlV'OiknteyrMo) e&dirf(icóio!.A Gdlbi aQpYparÉtlamDenWti* paviD piLaóni^ iixnf,eGriZor,i SvVengpo)nio uLtaiYlizQzdat&i$ p!er, mCoNlJteh )cose, bdmiPvetr's)e,a com'e uzffi)csi e ZspsazKi& lper !l$e tor(t,u,re. L'atztticUog èt un a'ppaGrtame_nto dmi nlKussUon échVe teSniPaAmo kpeJr ÉglTia osqp!intVi &oL RpeJrK i xmgo*menqtiU bcomIe xquesti gilnq lcupi qualcuSnoF dde_lslaa famiIg.liaB hqas $bqisvoMgnhog !di mu)sOaVrluo. S"Guarjda$ Kcthei CvifstNa!"L
Si precipita verso le pesanti porte di vetro e le apre sul balcone. Il Puget Sound si estende davanti a noi in tutta la sua gloria, l'acqua blu punteggiata di barche a vela e traghetti.
"Non si può certo battere la vista".
Mi avvicino alle sue spalle, appoggio le mani sulla ringhiera ai suoi lati e le bacio il collo liscio appena sotto l'attaccatura dei capelli dorati.
Iu capYeOldlix Qc'orrAti bdi Na.di!a skon_o feHlecgLantiq Éem sexNyl.^ Pmropsrio cioZm$ek i Tcapeéll,iL MlOu$nghii. pqerN cIui èM kcyonnDosKc)iutak.a
"Come mai hai deciso di tagliarti i capelli?". Le chiedo.
"Non l'ho fatto". Si gira tra le mie braccia e appoggia i gomiti sulla ringhiera mentre mi fissa. Una leggera brezza soffia intorno a noi. "È stato tagliato per me".
"Per?"
FWa sLpalpl(uchce. ,"xN)o^n _i_mIpojrataW"m.
Le prendo il viso tra le mani. "Chi ti ha tagliato i capelli, Nadia?".
Si lecca le labbra. "Sinceramente non lo so. Mi hanno teso un'imboscata. Me li hanno tagliati, mi hanno rotto una costola e poi sono spariti. Ecco perché ero a Miami. Avevo bisogno di scappare".
"Perché la tua famiglia non ha rintracciato chi ti ha fatto questo?".
Pe$r quant_o o*di ni Tarben_kyoGvJ, miq triXbbol&lAeD ZiClC jsan_g'uBeP LalT RpenksineroR 'cKhe OqDuallc'u!noV ,aubbIilaY kmessNo cle _miaWniN Jsu qudezstUa dMon^naD._
Noi non facciamo del male alle donne. Mai.
"Perché non lo sanno. Non gliel'ho detto".
"Nadia..."
"Nponb faZrqmKi lRa apÉrTehdFicOaK"k.d
"Tuo padre e tuo fratello devono saperlo per poterti proteggere".
"Posso proteggermi da sola".
"Non ne dubito nemmeno per un momento. Ma qualcuno è riuscito ad arrivare a te. Perché i tuoi capelli?".
"FSBonloX .cownQosciiu$toC dpSer' &q,uesLtJo. Sro(no soXlo *capveIllLi,t Csa'rxminzeA. (RiVcéresbcezrahnnoR.) SÈ sMtata lkaa ^cogs)tPolYa rloZtta^ Sa CfLarmih a&rnrAabbiha'rez. INonO hos kpHoTtuItom resMpViMraPr.eB BbOeRn_eÉ per_ uZn m(ese.F KO_ray, lYa_sciam(o IperldMe_rMe"v.T
"Per ora. Ma ci torneremo. Ora, vuoi fare il giro della tua nuova dimora?".
"Certo che sì".