FLOWER

CHAPTER 10.5

Of course, behind the reception desk sits Mr. Caiuby. He smiles at us. And welcome. I walk up to him and take the photo out of my bag. Hidden between the pages of a notebook.

- I'm asking this for you. - He hands me a photo. He takes them with shaking hands. And seeing the photos, his smile widens.

- What a surprise you gave me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

- You're welcome.

- Istanbul.

- I heard that some people saw him after his death.

- Yes. I saw him as if he was walking towards me through the meadow. But as soon as I looked away he suddenly disappeared. I must have confused him with someone. At that time I didn't yet know that he had been dead for two days. Before we were informed it was already lying underground. He awkwardly rolled over and fell with his temple against a stone. - Strange.

- Not from infection from a wound from a wolf.

- What, not. It had long been scarred. And how well it healed, only a single scratch from the cage to his neck continued. But he didn't like the scar terribly and bandaged it.

- Is Istanbul a nickname. - Pan Caiuby he smiles happily at me.

- Yes. Because Turkey conquered it. - My heart starts pounding.

- And what is the real name? - I can barely make a sound. Even though I know the answer. I want to hear another name.

- Constantine. Someone here didn't pay attention in history class.

I nods herself, not knowing why. My ears start to ring. I walk forward aimlessly. My sister seems to be saying something to Mr. Caiuba, but I can't make out the words. My heart is pounding as if it wanted to break a record today. And a tangle of images appear in my head. Wolves of the forest with black eyes. The triplets' faces were just as mutilated as I killed these beasts. Even though they no longer have any marks, bumps or bruises. After all, the human body does not regenerate that quickly. They use sunscreen, but they don't have to. The settlement, the sect, live in isolation. They don't like to be photographed. Asher's voice saying "mongrel"! ... My sister suddenly jerks me around. Taking you out of your thoughts. Even though I'm suspended. Between what is rational and what should be made up.

– Thorns? - She asks gently. She looks into my eyes for an answer. - Are you feeling bad? - She pulls me down to the floor to sit down. I lean against the wall. - Call? - I denied with a shake of my head.

- I must have gone crazy. - I speak in a whisper. - Have you ever seen something unreal here?

- I am worried about you here... !

- Please answer me, I will explain everything to you right away.

- I don't know myself. Ah, yes! That's ten kilos that almost defeated me. But I managed it.

- You did not give, Alexander took them.

- I'm starting to question your sanity right now. - She puts his hand to my forehead. - You've lost the petals all together? - I take her hand off me.

I hear the gym door opening. I quickly stand up and drag my sister to the ladies' room. She looks at me suspiciously. And I start typing a message on my phone to her. With everything that's bothering me now.

- Promise me you won't laugh at me or tell our parents.

- Okay, just don't scare me.

I show her an unsent message on my phone. She reads, dilating her pupils more and more. I nervously bite my lip until it bleeds.

- I will take care of you until the end, as long as your sanity works. - He takes me into his arms. - Whatever. Even longer into old age. You don't have to worry about anything.

- I'm serious!

- Me too! Okay, this can all be explained rationally. Let's eliminate all the elements one by one. I've never seen even a scratch on them.

- Yes, they were perfect at school. I even forgot about it.

She hands me the phone and takes her phone in her hands and starts scribbling something on it. I look over her shoulder. She is writing to our dad.

⇒Did Nathan and Asher have any injuries as you went to Conor for Róża.

⇐Yse.

⇒And what kind?

⇐I'm at work.

⇒It's a matter of life and death.

⇐One of them had a black right eye, the other had a face that looked as if it had been plowed with something. Wounds bruises.

⇒How many days do you think it should take for such injuries to heal?

⇐A week isn't enough, I'm sure of that.

⇒It could be hidden under makeup.

⇐Swelling! Flower, I appreciate contact with you. But is it really necessary? This conversation can't wait?

⇒Yes, thanks dad. That's all.

- The descriptions of the two Constantine miraculously duplicate each other. But it could be pure coincidence. - Says the sister uncertainly. - It remains for us to at least eliminate the plates 10kg. You are ready.