Chapter 6

Frustrated, I drag a lock of hair away from my face, and watch the stranger laugh with blood on his teeth and chin, as he crawls into a dark window that displays mannequin shadows wearing lingerie.

“Funny...” The unknown pulls the hair of brown locks with a lethargic movement of the hands, displaying in the moonlight every spine on his injured face. “It's not the first woman to say that” He manages to throw a naughty smile.

I bite my tongue, holding the urge to reply to the obscene joke. I need to remember that it is a miracle that he is not even enjoying the ability to think after losing so much blood. And men, whether in any situation, never miss the opportunity to exhale their testosterone.

“Why do you men, even on the verge of death don't know how to open your mouths for anything but to talk nonsense?” I hit my forehead. I know I'm only taking out on a wounded man my bitterness, and I'm aware of how pathetic this seems to be.

In response, the man squeaks with pa