*Your POV*
We take the motorcycle and drive with high speed. I wanted to dress comfortable but that didn't work. So I put on a black skirt with a scratchy pullover. It's still comfortable. I wrap my hands around him really tightly and lean my cheek against his back. He's driving fast but he's a good driver.
*Ethan's POV*
Her legs on each side of mine.. when she opens her legs, her skirt pulls back a little bit and I can see her thighs.. that drives me crazy.. I need to concentrate..
I took her with me because I know she's clever. She can help me. I also don't want to leave her alone anymore. I can take her with me. Only as long as it's not too dangerous...
*Your POV*
We arrive at a little restaurant.. something like a restaurant.. it was a long ride and I feel my skin sticking on the leather when I stand up.
*Ethan's POV*
Even the way she stands up makes me crazy. She puts her hands between her legs and pushes herself up. Then she swings one leg over and stands up.
»Ouch.« she says holding onto her thigh.. I need to concentrate.. I need to concentrate.. I need to concentrate.. I grab her hand and we walk in.
*Your POV*
It's actually a big place. Filled with people. Mostly old people. We walk past a cage with many birds in it.. »He catches them before they fly to Africa and then he serves them as delicacy.« I look at Ethan when he says that. He?
»They are like us..« he's looking at them but it looks like he's actually somewhere completely else with his thoughts.. »They feel the others getting cooked but they still try to sing..« I furrow my eyebrows..
We sit down on a table and order something to eat and drink.. he leaves for a few minutes and comes back again. It's nice here but I can feel that something weird is going on. When he sits back down, I lean in.
»Kolnas is using the name of Cliberre.« he says seriously. And I understand everything. This is his restaurant. He's chasing him and he took me with him. I feel honored but I still don't want him to do it.
»It's on the license.« my jaw drops. I look at him unbelievably. He tells me where he lives and I'm still shocked that he found it out that fast.
The door opens and we hear someone talking. Ethan looks up like he saw a ghost. »Oh look.. here he is..« he leans in and I turn around.. I can see a man standing there with a little boy on his arms. He slowly lets him down and Ethan says »Before he goes to church on Sunday, he comes and checks the cash receipts..«
I have no clue what to say. Maybe I shouldn't even say something.. »How neat he is..« he clenches his jaw and looks at me with furrowed eyebrows..
Ethan has two moods. Or two faces. Personalities.
Call it what you want. Ethan and Hannibal. Right now he's Hannibal and he's thirsty. »That war criminal..« his voice is deep and raspy. I take a sip of my water. I need it. He looks to his left and starts whistling carefully.. it's this song..
I look at my right and see a little girl standing on a s shelf looking for something. She is very young.. probably six or seven years old. Ethan smiles and picks up a cherry from his plate.. he holds it in the air..
That little girl walks slowly towards us like she's hypnotized.. his smile is scary.. she comes to our table running with small steps and takes the cherry from Ethan. She is very sweet.
He takes her hand and looks at something very carefully... it's a bracelet. He strikes her hand carefully..
