—Well… because you should be the weird one, and you act like it's nothing. “She” stared at the ground, avoiding my gaze. As if I hadn't told you anything.I tilted my head and was silent for a minute, trying to understand what he meant. When she looked at me again and I noticed her expression, filled with what seemed to me to be nostalgia, I understood what she was talking about."Khaius, I don't think badly of you," I said quietly. What you did... it was a long time ago, and I can't judge you. I don't even know what I would have done in your place."That's the thing," he replied with a more overwhelmed tone. Over time, I realize that those damned ones…” He pressed his lips into a tight line, “even with everything they did, I didn't have to take their lives. That's what led me to this . —He looked at his own hands and made them into fists, so tight that I was able to see the trembling in them from the force of his rage."They were unfortunate people who did something horrible, despica

"But it's sweet," I protested.Shrugged.-That does not matter.—Amy! —She called me Nat. Seeing the triangular-shaped glass in her hands and the malicious smile she had, uncertainty washed over me.—What wasn't it for you? —Tyler asked suspiciously."It won't kill you to try alcohol, even once in your life," she told him, rolling her eyes at the sky.—Amy doesn't drink."Um..." I intervened, grimacing, and took the cold drink she offered me in my hands. The rim of the glass was frosted with a thin line of salt, the crushed ice inside was bathed in a very striking light blue liquid. A slice of lemon garnished the drink. What is it?“ Margarita Blue,” she said with clear enthusiasm. Come on, one sip and I'll leave you alone, I promise. I just want you to try it.—Does your friend accompany you home? Tyler asked, motioning his head toward Khaius.I looked at the demon unsurely and he nodded, not looking upset or worried. Tyler imitated the gesture and, with that, seemed to relax.No one

I blinked, surprised at his impassive attitude. Immediately, I pursed my lips and narrowed my eyes.-Is seriously? I mumbled.-I do not know what are you talking about. She crossed her arms and leaned her back against the back of the seat. I don't remember anything bad happening in the forest.My anger increased in a flash and, at the same time, I felt a painful stab in my chest. I didn't know why it was, but I didn't want to analyze my own feelings."You're an idiot," I whispered. My own voice dripped with venom and surprised me."You didn't want us to fake dementia?" He looked irritated, but then another suspicious smile spread across his face. Or can't you forget it?"You won't do anything to Khaius," I replied, directing the topic back to before. The last thing I wanted was to discuss what happened in that place. Still, I was caught off guard by the confidence in my tone.He clenched his jaw and his expression took on an irascible air again.—Why do you care what happens to him? W

I swallowed again.-But why?—I'd love to have an answer to that too. Her smile faltered until it became stricken. Being with you is always different from being with anyone else.-How?The arm that wasn't resting under his neck was suddenly wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer to him."For me, all humans are the same," he said without looking at me, with his suddenly suspicious eyes fixed on the ceiling: "unfortunate, perverse, malicious, selfish, lazy... I already know that some of you, very few in comparison, are not the same." all. But even with that, I have never felt anything different when it comes to you. When I look at you, I can see your dark souls, corrupted, dirty, consumed by sin and ignoring everything that was given only to you. Always longing for more. I hear their thoughts, their darkest desires… and most of the time they disgust me. He turned his head to look at me. Then, the strict look in his gaze softened. On the other hand, when I look at you, there are no

“You hold back so much for the rest,” he whispered, with his mouth very close to my ear, so close that his warm breath made me suppress another shudder. So as not to hurt them, so that they don't feel bad, to protect them... Do you ever do something that you really like? -I said nothing. I knew what he was doing: he wanted to distract me. I wanted him to forget about it. How little he still knew me. But then, throwing me off balance and accomplishing his goal, I felt his fingers play on my hips. My hand stopped his, as I looked at him suspiciously. My expression made him smile smugly. Have you ever touched yourself, Amy?I swallowed sharply and looked at him with wide eyes. I knew he wanted to divert my attention from the previous matter, but I didn't expect him to blurt out something like that. He played dirty.—And what do you care? —I mumbled, feeling the blood rise to my face.-That is a no.—You're changing the subject.He smiled more.—Aren't you curious to know what it feels li