THE MYSTERY CITY

CHAPTER 28

A hot, like a hot coal, hand, with a lightning movement, put into her palm a flask-flask familiar with every irregularity, the loss of which she discovered the night before. Complete and already open. A flash of crazy hope drove them away, dissatisfied with such impudence , only for a moment, but this moment was enough to drink everything from the flask in one gulp, and, pressing it to his chest, finally fall to the floor of the Circus, rolling onto his back.

- One! she croaked, feeling her body trembling in convulsions begin to freeze.

- Two! The right arm began to feel numb.

- Three! - Precious oxygen quickly flew into the lungs with a promise that the struggle is not over, but life goes on.

However, such a promise on the thatched floor of the dark tent of the Devil's Circus sounded like a mockery. Nightmare memories that haunt her every night that she chose not to tell Claudia about. Nocturnal animals that even after ten months will not miss their chance to tear her body into pate.