Audiobook In Cold Blood By Truman Capote 소설 & 이야기

And he looked like someone who had just been through hell. For me. I swallowed my saliva to moisten my suddenly dry throat. How could he be here? Did he read my message to Greg? Slowly, he walked towards me without saying a word, but before reaching the middle of the room, his body froze suddenly. With horror, I saw him raise his head slightly and take a deep breath, his eyes changing from dark blue to black instantly. His breath became slightly erratic as his gaze returned to me. "Did he give you his blood?"

A mug of hot drink was on the table. I'm still cold because they don't have a warm shower but I feel pretty okay compared to before. "Come here," he demanded. "I'm sorry for the trouble ..." His jaw moved tightly. I was about to sit on the other sofa when he tapped the space next to him. I sighed and followed what he wants. "What were you thinking, huh? You walked in the rain from you? Are you going crazy, Audrey?" he asked impatiently. "I'm sane, Rustov ..." in a small voice.

"Get lost. You make me sick." His pupils contracted. He pressed a hand against the wall, gasped for air, and coughed up several mouthfuls of blood. I slammed the door shut. At first, I could still hear his quiet sobs from outside. But little by little, the sound faded until there was nothing left. When I had been the one suffering, he hadn't cared. But when the same pain came for him, he couldn't take it. We stayed at the hotel that night, but nothing happened between Nathan and me.

He yanked my hair so hard that my scalp felt like it would tear. "You had a good sleep, didn't you? Why wasn't it you who died back then, you venomous bitch?" Adrian shoved me to the floor and continued, "Peggy's baby almost didn't make it. A killer like you should pay the price of your actions." I smirked and stopped struggling. For some reason, I felt surprisingly calm. My heart had been broken years ago, shattered by Adrian's relentless torment. The needle pierced my vein, and blood flowed steadily through the tube. My lips lost all color, turning cracked and pale. My fingers began to tremble, growing weaker as they rested on the bedrail. Gradually, my surroundings started to fade.