Possessed hearts - стр. 34

– Let him have them, it's his choice. Or are you jealous of him? – I was joking.

– Oh yes, I'm full of envy! How can I live now, knowing that in my years I have never once fondled a mortal girl? – Martin sighed playfully. – My whole life is going down the drain! I'll hook up with someone tonight, I promise.

'You'll never do that, my dear. "I know you like the back of my hand. You only know how to joke," I thought with a sweet smile, knowing full well that his words were just a bluff. After all, he despises mortals. And so do I. But I liked to play with them, and Martin considered it perverse. But while he found Brandon and his passion for mortal women ridiculous, he accepted me and my passion for them. Naturally, for I am his sister, and he loves me no matter what I do. My dear big brother.

– There's the moon," I said quietly, looking up into the sky.

The moon slowly slipped out from behind a herd of dark, almost black clouds and cast its divine soft light over the earth. To Gdansk. On Martin. On me.

– If it had shone forever, there would have been no limit to my gratitude. – Martin also looked up at the sky. – What a beauty. Too bad it's not full.

We contemplated the pale face of the moon in silence for a minute. Everything died in that moment: the noise, the sea, the people, the music. Only the moon was alive. Caressing me, comforting me. It was like stroking my cheek and whispering: "Be strong. I'm always with you."

Well, moon, you're right. I should tell Martin. You've given me strength.

I looked at my brother: he was still looking at the moon, and it was reflected in his eyes.

– Martin, I have to tell you something. – I touched his arm. He looked back at me. – It's very important. But it's so difficult… I've been carrying this secret in me for so long…

– What? – He squeezed my palm as if to encourage me.

I opened my mouth to finally get rid of my secret, to unleash it on my brother. To share my innermost thoughts.

– Do you remember at Mariszka's wedding… There were so many guests," I began quietly.

– Yes. Almost all of us.

– And…" My tongue twisted and my throat constricted. – And I wanted to sleep with Cedric.

– Don't tell me you're in love with him," Martin said with a half mocking smile.

– What? No! – I even laughed at his guess. – But he was so… – I sighed, remembering the moment I'd seen Cedric that day. – A deity on earth. I wanted him, Martin, you know? And he's almost my brother.

– And that embarrasses you? All eight years? – Martin laughed briefly. A rather benign laugh.

– But isn't that the height of perversion? – I was surprised at his reaction.

I thought he should throw my hand away, jump up from the bench, and shout, "Scum!" and go away. And he laughed.

– My dear, Cedric is only your sister's husband's brother. Nothing more. And if you sleep with him, no one will think it a perversion. And this is the secret of the century you promised me? – He was still laughing.

I couldn't stop laughing.

Yes! Promised!

But I kept my biggest secret to myself.

I couldn't. No-one must know. Never.

– Isn't my secret worthy of your attention? – I smiled ironically.

A lie. A disgusting, nasty, filthy lie. Confusion. Shame.

– Worthy, of course. But it can't be called secret. But it can't be called shameful either. I once wanted Christina Vanini, even though she was married to one of my friends.