LOGINMATHIASSigamos atrapados It's so irritating… no, that's putting it lightly. It's genuinely maddening. His presence is so irrelevant. 'What does she even see in that idiot?' She hasn't left his side since he arrived, and now even more so, since he's staying at the mansion. 'Why the hell do they always have to speak Russian?'—Mathias?! Mathias? —Henry's voice brings me back to reality.—What?—You haven't heard a single word I've said because you're too busy watching those two —he gestures in their direction.I cross my arms in response. What does he expect me to do? 'What exactly am I supposed to do?'—You're unbelievable. You know they're just friends, right? Childhood friends, he already said it.—Yeah, right, I sound like one of your conquests who believes everything you say. Don't be pathetic —I roll my eyes.—Okay, let's say they have history, fine. What I don't get is your attitude... you're into a girl who couldn't care less about you, ehhh… and if she did at some point, well
UNKNOWNNo habrá piedad para el caos.—Demir Osoclu is a danger to us.—He's just a lapdog, like the other idiots.—You're wrong, Ziegler. I dare say he's on the same level as me. Maybe his disorder isn't like ours, but his split personality, and the fact that he knows how to control it at will, remembering everything... what other person with the same diagnosis can do that?—What do you want to do? Delay the flight again? —He raises the glass again to take a sip of the liquid he holds.—You have to admit that if we hadn't done it, Nefertary wouldn't be so obsessed with Mathias.—What about that Lorenz guy?—From what I've seen and been told, they're at odds.—Then we're in a winning position. There's so much drama that the last thing she'll focus on is you. She'll never connect us, never suspect you.—My dear sister might be entertained with them, Ziegler, but Osoclu is not. He's like my father: always watching over her and pampering her. He'll be her eyes when she's feeling bad, dis
NEFERTARYВстречиThe moonlight illuminates the room. My eyes, already adjusted to it, can make out every corner, but my attention is on that dark-haired guy who was sleeping quietly next to me. Although sometimes he had nightmares—those that I surely caused and at the same time could stop—it seems absurd, but he clings to the cause of his fears.I turn my attention to the nightstand, which had a clock on it. It was already time.—Mathias —I call him— Mathias, it's time.He just makes a face of annoyance.—Don't complain later —I get out of bed. Standing in front of him, I pull off the blanket covering his body from the cold. I grab his feet and start pulling them. He doesn't take long to react and clings to the sheets, a futile action since he ended up on the floor.—How many times do I have to tell you not to do that? —he said irritated.He gets up from the floor and sits on the edge of the bed.—I called you twice. You should be grateful I'm flexible with you, because...He gets up
MICHAEL¿Estamos perdiendo la cabeza?A month had passed during which everything seemed to enrage her. Not having a clue about her father's killer was consuming her. Her anger flared at the smallest thing you did or said. Was she losing her mind? But when has she ever been... sane? She was desperate, although she showed it in a completely different way. That was what I felt, and at the same time she fought with herself not to get lost. That made her unstable.Nefertary Ibagon was completely unstable.—What did I tell you about Lucia? —she accused Aitor.—But she's the one looking for me, your fucking little friend... —at that moment, Ibagon abruptly got up from her seat, took two steps toward Mendes, grabbed his hair and pointed her gun at his temple. That made Aida focus on the scene, as well as Mathias.—That little fucking friend of mine is the daughter of one of the richest and most prestigious families in Switzerland. Do you, idiot, know the chaos her death could cause? —seeing A
NEFERTARY¿Aún quieres ver al monstruo?, te mostraré el monstruo Although it was already spring, we still had rainy days. The last rains made their presence felt, accompanying me as they always have, being my most loyal friend. Just like loneliness, they had never disappointed me.—You don't deserve me being here —I took a deep breath to keep my sanity— I don't understand your reason for not telling me… for not saying I had, better said, I have one. —I simply can't, my mouth can't form that word— Do you know what I hate the most? What I abhor the most about all this, father? —This is stupid, it's pathetic to talk to a tombstone.—You made me doubt myself, when she's a thousand times worse than me, questioning everything I did —I hate feeling like this, I never cry, it's a sign of weakness, of vulnerability —In the end, you turned out to be the same and worse than Vanessa, now I understand why you forgave her… if you had done the same —This revenge is no longer for you, now it's abou
MATHIAS¿El cazador está perdiendo su presa?How many times will I have to curse the damn sound of my phone in the mornings? The little sleep I've gotten these past weeks... and today, when I finally feel like I'm actually resting.When I open my eyes, I realize I'm not in my dorm room at the Institute, but in my father's mansion.How much did I drink last night?On one of the nightstands next to the bed is the damn phone, along with a note that reads:"I hope you actually slept well this time. I'll be back in a few hours. Make yourself at home. Nefertary I."I have no fucking idea how I got here, but here I am.The damn phone rings again, and I grab it, but not before checking the time.Noon. Shit. How long did I sleep?~ What do you want, Henry? —I mutter as I sit up in bed.~ So I show up at the Institute to visit you and you're not there, and that's how you answer, idiot? Where the hell are you?~ I couldn't even tell you for sure…~ You broke out of the fucking Institute, didn't







