-We found the trace too late. - lamented the beautiful curly-blond being.
-Damn it!-Snarled the black-haired, implacable-faced specter.
They both spoke in English, with a heavy accent. Five years of studying the language allowed me to understand them, me being Cuban and all.
The first one knelt to my right, took my cold hand in his and felt my wrist checking the pulse there. The other being remained standing to my left, his posture denoting a great tension, he turned his face in this or that direction, vigilant.
-The girl is dying ... one of her ribs pierced her right lung. She is drowning in her own blood- whispered the angel, his voice heavy with grief.
Yolie Bruzain was hit by a car three years ago. She has always suspected supernatural forces were involved in her miraculous recovery. When an enigmatic Greek kidnaps and forcibly keeps her in his Villa, she realizes her suspicions are totally justified.
Nothing is what it seems. Not even she is who she thinks.
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