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- Fabian! You must be joking. - I laughed when my best friend decided to play with his victim. I myself have already killed two people. When I did not wake up consciences, even after contact with Violetta. It was something taken - for granted. So it was, is and will be. I am constantly looking around, looking father and Violetta.

"What they are painfully long time ... Although, it must cope." - I consoled myself. Vladimir forbade me to go with her to hunt, since he thought that I may regret it. My face lit grin.

"Perhaps it would, it was ..."

I knew where the king and left wee. However, there was not heard and sound.

Fabian at this time of fun flirting with the girl, who had a chur a magnificent bust. The grin did not want me to leave. How he loved it! Just think: to flirt with a girl to sleep with her, and then to just kill her. It was so like him! Although the appearance of the house of Violetta, he began to restrain his passion.

"He must have it cherishes. However, it belongs to me! And nothing else! "

I think I thought about it too loudly. Lila looked at me with his most glare. However, making sure that her beloved here, I went back for dinner.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed how the shadows began to appear the father.

But! He was alone!

"Where is Violetta?" - My eyes widened as much as was possible at all. I looked at the King, never taking her eyes off him. He sadly looked at me and understood my question, he replied:

- It is the right, but not quite. - He said in a calm voice. King again looked me in the eye. - She ran away. - He concluded. Though my heart is not beating, I could have sworn that it was about to jump out of my chest. I am angry, my fists clenched.

- Why did not you stop her? - I was given a hard conversation. Most willingly I would just decorate his face.

Vladimir chuckled and shrugged.

- Do not worry. She'll be back. She will miss us.

Frantic, I jumped up, following in the footsteps of Violetta.

"I had to go with it! How could I let this? "

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