You want a fight; I'll bring a war.
~Pintreast~
Ele
The young lawyer whose name Bruno hadn't cared to ask was still shrieking on the floor, holding his hand tightly, tears brimming from his eyes. No one paid attention to him, I could have helped, but I felt that Bruno wouldn't have appreciated it. I kept throwing surreptitious looks at him, wondering and frightened that he might die on the floor if he bled too much.
Never in my life did I ever imagine I would be in such a room. I felt out of place. They spoke a language I understood, but I couldn't comprehend what exactly they were talking about.
Dev whirled two chairs in the room, I thought they were for Bruno and Jesús, and I was already panicking at having to be in full view when Bruno sat down, but one was mine. I sat in the same
