Two days had passed, and Mort and I were seated in the library on comfortable chairs. Occasionally, the mafioso would shoot hostile glances at Grace. He tried to ignore her and sighed wearily. The brunette was sketching something in her notebook with a pencil.
Suddenly, Grace's phone lit up.
"I'll be right back." - She announced, stepping out of the library, holding the phone to her ear. Mort immediately rushed to her notebook, but I stopped him and slid the notebook toward.
"Listen, maybe it's better not to?" - I gave him a warning look. " Something's not right with you guys, I can see that. What happened?"
"Why are you so proper today? "- The brunette asked, also placing her hand on the other side of the notebook. - "It's better not to get involved; you might get more than you bargained for."
"And you even more so if you try to touch this."
"I already did." - He slyly replied.
" I doubt your sister will like this."
Mort reluctantly clicked his tongue and grimaced. At that moment, another girl approached us. We both straightened up, looking at each other. The girl who came up to us was Mary.
"Oh, Julian, hello!" - She started twirling her hair around her finger and flashed her pearly white teeth. - "What are you guys doing here?"
I glanced at Mort, and he raised an eyebrow with amusement.
"Karma, Julian, it's a fascinating thing." - He added. -" That's for not letting me take a look."
"What are you talking about? Is this yours?" - The brunette smiled.
" It's mine." - We didn't even notice the real owner of the little sketchbook approaching. Her cold voice cut through the air, and we all flinched. The girl who joined us was Grace. Her once sapphire blue eyes began to change, and I quickly closed my eyes, listening to the hissing of the mafioso brother. I figured out that the girl was using Mort's gaze.
In a matter of seconds, I heard a thud, opened my eyelids, and saw Mary lying on the floor. Mort's sister was already sitting in a chair, looking at her victim contemptuously. I leaned down to the brunette and touched her pulse.
"Is she alive?"
"Julian. "- Grace groaned. - "I told you about Mort's gaze."
Mort smirked and flipped another page in his sketchbook.
"How do you feel? "- I asked, looking at her.
" My head is pounding. It's awful. "- She groaned and clasped her hands to her head. - "Help me."
I looked around at Deimi, and she replied.
" She deserved it."
"What? Why are you looking at her? "- The girl started to engage in the conversation. - "Do you think it's her?! Exactly!"
Mary quickly got up.
"Who allowed you to use something on me?"
"You don't even know what was used on you." - scoffed the brunette.
"It's you! It's definitely you! Who allowed you to do this? Are you deaf or what?"
"You'd better not touch if you don't know who you're dealing with. "- rolled her eyes Deimi and calmly flipped through the pages. Mary paced around her like an enraged animal, unable to do anything.
"Julian, can't you see? Do you see who you're friends with?" - she shouted. - With... with a gangster and an idiot!"
"And this is coming from a hysterical person. "- the girl burst into laughter.
"You called me what?! "- I tried to interfere, but Grace interrupted me.
"Don't touch them. Let them figure it out themselves."
"Hys-te-ri-cal." - the mafioso pronounced, savoring the letters. The brunette couldn't resist and lunged at the brunette, but she moved away sharply, and the girl fell to the floor. - "Someone has nerve problems."
"Oh no, that's true. How can someone like me stand up to someone like you? You're a witch with your tricks, right?" - the brunette continued. - "Who would love a witch, huh? You're evil, and there's not an ounce of goodness in you. You're just a black hole filled with malice and horribleness."
"Mary, stop!" - I shouted.
"But you envy me." - Mrs. Mort replied maliciously.
"How can you envy someone like you?" - the girl asked and sat on the floor, not taking her eyes off her opponent. The mafioso slowly got up and didn't blink.
"You just see how slowly I'm taking what you want. "- she hissed, and I noticed how her eyes were again filled with a dangerous glint. But this time, it was stronger; the smell of iron and blood mingled in the air, Mary's eyes rolled back, and she grabbed her head, starting to scream. Grace stared at her sister and suddenly collapsed.
"Deimi, calm down, she's not worth it. "- I shouted. I must say, at that moment, I was genuinely scared. I also felt nausea rising in my throat, and my eyes began to sting.
"You monster! "- the brunette shouted. But Deimi just stared. In that gaze, there was so much indifference and malice. It seemed like a game of death. I felt myself about to collapse.
"Deimi! "- I shouted and rushed to her. I pulled the girl toward me, and she crashed into my chest, where she remained. I gently stroked her head, just like I did with Daya when she was thrown by the guy. I whispered to her that she was not guilty, that this was all just drops of her anger. Deimi didn't move; she just stood there obediently. I felt the smell disappear and gradually everything returned to its place. The brunette slowly got up, swaying on her feet, and asked.
"I just wanted your number. Just... can you?"
"Not now, get out. "- I yelled. Mary nodded and, staggering, walked away. When she disappeared, I asked, - "Are you feeling better now? " She didn't speak; I looked around, and Mort was still lying there, motionless, groaning.
"Don't you dare give her your number, got it?" - she ordered, her voice demanding. I was surprised and looked at her. - "There are people who deserve it, and there are those who don't."
"Okay, as you say."
"And thank you. "- she muttered quietly, trying to say it so that I wouldn't hear. But I heard it well. The girl went to her brother and gave him a couple of slaps, and he began to come to himself.
"Where am I?" - he yelled, slowly getting up. - "What did I miss? And what's wrong with your face? Are you planning another murder? Oh damn... I remembered. Well, no, feel sorry for her; she's pretty."
"Everyone's pretty to you." - Deimi retorted. - "How are you?" - she added, examining her brother.
Pretty bad. My stomach hurts, and my head is splitting. What was that, anyway?
"All right, stop whining. And you, Carner, a couple of words."- she said, took my hand, and we left.
"I have water in my backpack." - I yelled. We came to a half-abandoned section with books. There was absolutely no one here. The mafioso leaned against the bookshelf, her hands firmly clasped on her chest, and her gaze searched for something in me.
"Uh... what?"