CHALLENGING THE TIME SEEMS TO BE NOT A GREAT IDEA BUT, COULD BE ANY OTHER WAY TO TRY TO SAVE FREDDIE'S LIFE WITHOUT EXPOSING YOUR OWN SKIN? DO YOU WANT TO FIND OUT HOW FAR OUR HEROINES ARE WILLING TO GO TO ACHIEVE THEIR HIGHEST GOAL?
- Can't you get to sleep either? -she said scanning, cheeky, my bath tub spilling over with still warm foamed water.
- And if I had been sleeping, you wouldn't mind to wake me up cruelly as well, right?
- Luckily we both can't sleep. That must mean something. Won't you offer me a drink?
- I got no Grey Goose anymore. You will have to comply with a sangría.
- Sangría? I had never heard about that cocktail.
- Actually it's not a cocktail. It's a typical drink in Spain, most of all in summer. It's wine, sugar, fizzy drink, pieces of fruit and one cinammon stick. I use to add up a drop of brandy.
Tracy wetted her lips with the refreshing liquid and her blood red lipstick got printed on the edge of the glass. She put it on the table and leant back on the sofa. I was still standing, clashing my nails against the glass, my impatience was obvious. I knew I should have never let her into my territory. But I had decided to start this game and it only left me to keep playing, risking as little as possible.
- I don't know how I'd never drunk this delicious Spanish drink. How long since you've visited Spain for the last time?
- Quite a long time ago.
- I hope our conversations in Spanish can bring you up some memories you surely miss.
- Tracy do-gooder Cabañero. How didn't I realize how brutally empathic you are? -I asserted sarcastic taking another long sip to my sangría. I knew it was time to stop.
- Will you spend all the time standing there while I'm sitting here? It's not very orthodox.
- It's better this way.
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- Are you afraid of me? Do you think I will jump over that freckled and pale skin of yours without mercy?
- Not without my acceptance, that's for sure.
- Crystal clear. Let's talk about business once and for all. I won't wait for you forevermore... no matter how tasty and intriguing you are.
AMANDINE'S POV
- If I had my mother right in front of me now, I wouldn't let her know about it either, okay?
I was holding back my tears but it was in vain. I hated myself for that.
- Just tell me during your kidnapping nobody has... you know...
Even Rudi found hard to say the word. And I wouldn't utter it either. But, what was the difference if I had been raped in so many ways all those weeks long? It was too early to talk about it. Only Wish knew that. I had made a clean breast of it to her, not hiding anything, as though it was just normal. She had been an amazing psychologist to me. Rudi couldn't be my substitute psychologist at the moment. His duty was making me forget, not helping me to channel anything. It was a hard and not very rewarding task. I didn't know yet if Rudi was that kind of man capable to carry on his shoulders my own miseries. Anyway, I wouldn't let him doing it. Period.
