Perhaps he had listened to him well, such a name was heard coming out of his mouth.
"Wait a minute, you said Izra. "
"Yes, you heard right, I have indeed mentioned him, perhaps you know him Emma. "
And quickly without wasting time to avoid suspicions and interrogations emphasize.
"No, I've only heard him mentioned a couple of times; that's why he's usually a cause for murmuring among wolves. "
But no, the truth was another and a rather delicate one, by the way, this is to say that, if I knew him, but there was no way for him to confess that, at least not in front of Dominieck.
Although I want to deny it, such a name makes up a part of my past, one that is full of pain, tears and bewilderment, which is part of a past that I prefer not to remember, so in an attempt to change the perspective of such a conversation, I almost immediately interrogated him.
"Since we are in these could you explain to me what those four wolves really represent because in today's sun I still don't understand it. "
Dominieck looked at me confused, it was hard for him to believe that despite being from neighboring Venice, an area so close to Belcier, he did not understand the authority of these four in the world of wolves.
"If you really lived in such a city you should at least try to understand it, your question sounds kind of silly so I refuse to give you an answer. "
"Do not be confused, I lived in Venencia but I was raised in the city, there is no talk about the inhabitants of the outside or at least the grandparents avoided doing it, the reason for this I do not know and I speak with complete sincerity; in any case you are not obliged to answer it is very your decision to do it or not. "
That man kept staring at me during the whole course of that time, at no time had he taken his eyes away from me, which, like a weapon of condemnation, remained attentive, before him I could not help feeling tiny influenced even more by such dilemmas.
"And what's on your chest, at least that's if you really know Emma, I mean if it really belongs to you. "
I stared at him, wanting to understand what Domini was trying to discover with such a question, the doubts after such an objection did not take long to haunt my head and in search of what light of salvation I tried to come up with those words that would not first of all leave me in complete evidence.
"Yes, yes I know. "
"Then what represents tell me, I want to know. "
And so he continued to fix his attention on the locket.
I don't know and even less do I understand what such a man was trying to understand at that moment, but without a doubt his interest was not something passing.
"Because it interests you so much. "
"I'm just curious, I've seen you take care of him with so much suspicion, I could even go so far as to say that you take care of him more than your own life.
"And you are right, this is worth more to me than pure gold, this..."
I lowered my gaze in search of such an object and there I saw him hanging fixed against my chest the emotion and fragility entered my veins then before him I returned and raised my head not without first this time taking my fingers to the locket to whom I rubbed on the spot.
"This Dominieck represents the sacrifice of an entire family, my family. "
So try to run away from him, try to escape from his doubts after promulgating such words, try to distance myself, distance me from his being so while I turned my back on him I replied trying to reply that to change the subject.
"So that's what happened. "
I said that with a soft tone of voice that, although it seemed peaceful, showed the restlessness and distrust present in me, despite listening to his narration something did not add up for me and I did not let his story take full shape before my conscience.
"Yes, that happened, and since then I have been carrying this wound that burns me. "
"Lyall knows Dominieck. "
"No, and I prefer it to stay that way. "
"Think about it better, you're putting up with all this on your own and I'm afraid this could overtake you. "
"It's nothing, sooner or later it will cease and heal. "
"You are a fool, you know what aconite can do to you, the wound will not heal so easily, not until it is treated, although the truth surprises me that you are still enduring its effect as well. "
"I have great resistance to pain. "
Dominieck puffed his chest bragging about his ability, but leaving aside reality.
"So I see, good for you... "
I raised my hands and joined them in a faint applause taking clear advantage over sarcasm, disguising my face behind a false smile.
"I can also notice that by trying to make me believe that you are all a macho you are killing your last neurons, you don't realize your life may be in danger. "
I approached him and hit the back of his head one more time, as a result of the blow he could not help but shrug his shoulders not because of the pain but because it was evident that before him I was once making a wake-up call.
"There is no denying that you and that old man have some family kinship, what a horrid character you have before a poor wounded man. "
Which cutting look I cast against him, the seriousness of my expressions in all its splendor found me annoyed, annoyed by his irresponsibility and his inability to maintain seriousness before me.
"You better be thankful I'm not the one torturing you... look, just wait for me here and don't you dare move from place. "
I stood up and gave him one last look in a threatening way before starting to walk back along the same path where I had previously left that building to enter the kitchen again.
"Ouch! Where are you going, maybe you will look for your instruments of torture. "
"You wish, just don't move. "
With great speed I entered that space and just as I made way without paying attention to anyone or anything I abandoned him, but this time carrying a medicine cabinet in my hands.
Without looking at his face I went to the place where we had been sitting for a while before and there I settled down after taking some things out of the medicine cabinet, so I extended my hand to the opposite side that lay empty and indicated.
"Sit down here. "
"Emma really neglects I'm fine. "
"Emma nothing, sit down or you want me to call the guy to hit you. "
" But... "
"But nothing, I'm not asking you, or asking for a favor, I'm giving you an order, sit down or sit down. "
"What a genius. "
Dominieck started to approach, he was going like someone who didn't want to come step by step with apparent heaviness and once he settled next to me there without resisting after giving him a look, he extended his arm and as if it were a child, he just came to emit a.
" Happy. "
" If. "
My task for a few minutes was merely to clean and check his wound, I had to find out how much damage the substance had done in him and if any infection had reproduced, but no, to my surprise it was extremely clean and better than I could think except for the bleeding.
"I told you I'm fine Emma. "
"You said it, but I still had to confirm it for myself. "
Sell his arm I gave him instructions and asked him to always keep it clean, dealing with him is like having under your charge an adult in the body of a child who becomes abnormally different by having me around.
"Next time please be more careful. "
"I always have it, but, the truth is that you are not the only one who attracts problems, more than anything lately it has become a great time for me. "
Our discussions once again came to life at that moment, the sarcasm in me came out again before the opportunities that presented themselves to me and the direct challenges on their part to me sought to test my patience in more than one way.
There was no doubt how similar and different we were because we constantly collided while at the same time we were going to measure the power against each other, although it was evident that in my case and with my complexion it would not make much difference.
In a time where the laughter we won and the attitude of Dominieck changed the expressions on his face changed, so did that for a moment he seemed to be the same man, and so was the surprise to me that after a moment where my attention is lost when you gaze at the sky stretch out your hand to me.
In it was wrapped the rag with which I had previously seen him make a knot between his fingers after arguing with the uncle at the moment he hit him and offering it to my hands I replied while guiding his head to the opposite side.
"Put it on you'll catch a cold. "
Before me I opened that piece of fabric and to my surprise it was nothing more than a piece of clothing, a simple blouse in a cream tone that, although simple, was actually better than the torn pieces of fabric I was wearing after our altercation.
I can't lie the truth it felt quite nice to see such subtle concern coming from him and as if out of nowhere without understanding the reasons so he just manifested it.
So the night passed and before we could notice it the time to say goodbye arrived, Lyall as always took care of our care and transportation and with Dominieck well my story maybe came to an end, long before it started.