Did I promise you too much?
Kai MeyerShe slowly turned her head and looked at him. At his attractive, open face that could turn dark and reserved within seconds. The curve of his lips. The green eyes that looked into her a little too far and that she couldn’t defend herself against.
Kai MeyerYou just have to look hard. Then you’ll find what you’re after.”
It sounded almost as if he were trying to help her in her search for the unique, awkward magic of the place. And she realized he must have thought the same, the first time he ever drove along this road to nowhere, maybe every time he returned. Even today. Maybe everyone, in the face of this void, was searching for something to cling to. Alessandro perhaps even a little more than other people. In the last few minutes she’d discovered more thoughtfulness in him than she’d have thought possible, more desire for answers. Thinking this, it was difficult to look away from him and turn her eyes on what lay ahead of them again.
It would have been only fair to tell him so. To explain, right now, that she was the bloody Titanic whose wake would carry him under, if he didn’t jump into the lifeboat and head for the open sea.
Instead, he leaned over to kiss her.
She waited. Hesitated. Then withdrew her head before their lips could touch. For a split second he looked offended, but then he smiled, blinked at the sun, and said, “Well, when it gets to that point, I want to be there.”
“When what gets to what point?”
“When you’re not looking at everyone else as if they’d just declared war on you. And when you realize”—he pointed across the ravine—“that things may look like the end of the world but the world still goes on, over there on the other side. Maybe just one really large step would cross it.
He clasped her fingers, not so she could pull him up but clearly because he wanted to touch them. She wanted it too, way too much, and then he stood there right in front of her, the abyss beside them, and she could smell his skin and his hair, and let go of his hand, even though she secretly wanted something quite different.
Kai MeyerDo you still have the revolver you were going to shoot me with?” asked the old man on the telephone.
“Yes, I have it here.”
“How much ammunition?”
“No idea. How do I find out?”
He explained. In the moonlight, she felt the bulges of the cartridges in the cylinder. “Six,” she said.
“And you don’t know how to use it?”
“No.”
“But you are American.”
“Ha-ha.”
“If you do as I say, and go about it cleverly, I hope you won’t need it. Unless Cesare Carnevare crosses your path, in which case please be kind enough to shoot him.”
“How about the concordat?”
He laughed. “Shoot him when no one’s looking.
She struggled to find words, and then all the anger she had been damming up for the last few minutes broke out. It made no difference that none of what had happened was his fault. Nor did the fact that he’d saved her, or what he had sacrificed to do it. He was a Carnevare. He was one of them. And he was preventing her from going to her sister’s aid when Zoe needed her.
“The girl that Cesare killed … ,” she snapped, “her name was Lilia. She … she loved my sister. Do you understand that? Zoe has just lost the person who probably meant more to her than anything else. And Lilia sacrificed herself for me. How can you think that—”
“I’d have done the same thing,” he interrupted her calmly. “I’d have died for you up on that mountain.”
That took her breath away. For a moment it deprived her not only of her self-control, but of the ability to utter another syllable.
After endless seconds, she stammered, “That—that’s nonsense.”
“It’s the truth.” He turned his head and looked at her. “I’m in love with you, Rosa.”
She hesitated, fighting for composure.
“Oh, hell,” she whispered.
He smiled sadly.
Then neither of them said anything, until finally she took his cell phone and called Zoe.
Der Tod kam beim Nacht und er kam nicht allein. Ein kleines Mädchen lief an seiner Seite.
Kai MeyerDie Schaulustigen, denen es egal war, was sie begafften. Einen Unfall. Einen Amoklauf. Einen zu Tode gelangweilten Filmstar.
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