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sorry won't be enough, will it?"
    He sighed and a distant flash of lightening torched some cypress trees. The air was filled with charged ions and we could count the minutes left until the storm began.
    "I wish I knew," he said at last. He finally went over to the grave, with certain disbelief, and ran his rough hand over the letters. "How did Aunt Lyra die? Tell me that, at least."
    "She died in a fall. She rammed Nagorno off a cliff with my car," and here comes the real bomb . And she wasn't your aunt, she was your sister.
    When Gunnarr's eyes went blank and he stared at you, you knew that somewhere in Hell, an army of exterminators was getting ready for combat and they were coming for you.
    You knew that not even the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse could take him on. Famine, Pestilence, War and Death were squashed under his boot. Gunnarr had won their respect and they simply went around him, nodding their heads like kinfolk when they saw him.
    "My sister, father? My sister?" He roared, frightening several unsuspecting seagulls that circled in the sky. "Are you incapable of respecting any link, human or divine? You even betrayed your own father?"
    "I did," I had to admit.
    "So that's why my grandfather left, that's why he's not with you..."
    "No, Gunnarr. Lür didn't leave because of that. He left because the same thing always happens with us. If the members of the Ancient Family live together for too long, we end up destroying each other. You've seen that as well."
    "No, what I saw was the worst betrayal that a father can commit against his son. 1,200 men died because of you."
    "That's right, but this isn't about those men. It was down to the woman who died."
    He clenched his fists, his eyes and his jaw and the first drops of rain fell on the marble, large and cold; you could almost hear them. Half a minute until the storm.
    He moved his gaze from me to the sky.
    "You can't even remember her name, she was just another woman to you."
    I can remember, but not because of her, but rather because of the hurt I caused you.
    And he left. Gunnarr turned on his heel and walked off, leaving me with the fierce rain that hit my head, shoulders and back with the force of a bad conscience.
    I slowly followed his steps, knowing that he would jump on his bike without waiting for me and loose himself in God knows what bar looking for a fight.
     

    5
    You don't want to know
     
    ADRIANA
     
    I found him a few hours later in Arnia cove. He hadn't called me or picked up his phone. I canceled the damn meeting with all the museum staff and searched the highways, beaches and coast until I found him.
    Iago's black hair was still wet from the storm that had lowered the temperature a few degrees and had left a wet and foggy atmosphere.
    I don't think he realized. He was sitting on the rocks and barely noticed me when I arrived and sat next to him.
    "Why is he here?" I asked him straight out. Why beat about the bush?
    "He's prowling."
    "Are we in danger?"
    He raised his head and looked out to sea.
    "With Gunnarr, yes, always. Come here and sit between my legs."
    I went to him and let him embrace me with his strong arms, even though his clothes were still damp and the only thing I could feel was cold.
    "The same as Nagorno then?" I said.
    "No, you still don't understand, my darling Dana: Gunnarr beats us all. In everything. He beats Lür in humanity; he is irresistibly, artlessly, desperately human and empathetic."
    "Gunnarr is empathetic?"
    "He is, he's more empathetic than all of us. He's not cynic, he's not a sociopath, he's not a psychopath. On the contrary, he is charming and charismatic. But that's not the only reason he is above us all. He beats me in intelligence."
    "I doubt that."
    "For centuries I thought that Gunnarr had two brains. I know that it's difficult to understand, but believe me: you have never been and will never be before another brain like his.
    "How do you think he beats Nagorno?" I asked, with a dry mouth. That detail