CHAPTER 31_ DESTROYED
bring him up told him. Now, he added. He did not know that in his condition could not just get that kid to torment? Only because he was inexplicably conscious does not mean that he could face the fate so brazenly.
When he saw Morgan looked at him sadly. His eyes were swollen and bloodshot and he was not hard to imagine why. Despite Abraxas was an unrepentant bastard and the worst category, the human ties are complex and delicate. The man had loved a woman and conceived a son, and son, the boy before him, he was obviously suffering, had seen him die before his eyes. Abraxas For him man was not the executioner, but dad.
opened the cell, ready to restrain him, but the boy did not move and let himself be led up to the captain's lodgings without a murmur. What surprised him greatly, for he was always ready to rebel, but understood it. Certainly he was lonely, he knew that none of the pirates of his father would have tried more, and felt confused about what to do.
When they entered the room they found David sitting at a table, writing something on a paper, with particular attention dipping the quill in the inkwell.
"Damn, you will never learn," said Greg exacerbated. "You should stay in bed to rest, at least until you get those herbs!"
"You worry too much," said the captain, averting his eyes from the parchment. "I'm fine."
"Sure ..." I humored the guy, not at all convinced. He pushed the plan forward Moretto, David bowed with his eyes and walked away.
As soon as they were alone the captain leaned back in his chair and looked at the boy, beckoned him closer with one hand. Morgan did not move. David caught his eye, penetrating.
"Come" only said in firm tone.
Morgan lowered his eyes and walked slowly. When he was in front of the captain grabbed her roughly by the arm and he groaned. The young man looked at his eyes hard and cold and was still want to cry. Not only was nothing, nothing.
The captain took his chin with energy and held firm, preventing them from watching anything else but him. Morgan had destroyed the air and trembled.
"Why do not you go lie down on my bed? It 's still hot "Morgan gave a reluctant glance in the direction of the cot, with big eyes and sad. "You have the look of someone about to cry. I will not do anything, if that's what matters. "
"I do not trust you," she whispered with her head bowed. "
"Too bad for you. You have a choice anyway, get some sleep on a bed or back in your comfortable cell. I do not take much to slam back into fartici.
The thought the boy fainted. Piano moved toward the bed, afraid that the captain's run away for fear of stealing upon him or something unseemly. He squatted in the middle of the bed, rolled up like a cat, closing his eyes against the world. Yes, it was still hot.
David looked at him carefully. He wanted to go there and get it. But he did not.
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