"The old man doesn't like that at all!", Connor laughs quietly, puts his hands on my arms and breaks away from me. A shiver slowly runs down my spine. It is only with a great effort of will that I manage to take my eyes off Gaard. "I think I should better disappear now," Connor says and takes giant strides to the door.
"Wait a minute!... you haven't eaten anything yet," Mina complains. He carefully leans forward, takes his eyes off the door and shrugs his shoulders.
"Well, if you like watching me beheaded," he murmurs, then I'll stay. Mina takes a sip of wine and looks at the red liquid in her glass. "I definitely won't miss this special highlight." She laughs, looks at him over the rim of the glass and takes another long sip. The two look at each other across the kitchen table for a few
