Free The Sons of Adam: The sequel of The Immortal Collection (A Saga of the Ancient Family Book 2) by Eva García Sáenz

solicitously placing it behind him.
    "Sit down, uncle. Too many emotions for today. You should go and rest."
    "No, we've already come a long way, Gunnarr. First we should explain the situation to Adriana."
    "She's furious right now, she won't see reason," he said.
    I glared at him and he glared back, but despite my fear, despite the intimate conviction that he would be my executioner in the event that the fragile negotiations were to break down, I measured my strength against his, although the eyes that were piercing mine were exactly the same as Iago's, and my brain was finding it hard to accept such a dissonant situation.
    Nagorno sat down heavily and coughed, as if that moment of intimate rage between us had bothered him. I remembered his egomania, his need to be the center of attention under all circumstances, that part of him hadn't changed. His essence remained intact.
    "To start with, I didn't want to bother you," he confessed, with a serious look on his face. "I swore that I wouldn't go anywhere near you while you were still alive. I swore that I would get even with my brother once your life cycle had come to an end. A few decades is not long to wait, I'm a patient man, I can distract myself with other things for a few years."
    "Great, here's a man who can't even remain faithful to his own promises," I pointed out to him.
    Gunnarr let out a low whistle, something similar to admiration.
    "You said she was feisty but that was a bit of an understatement," he said, chuckling.
    "I told you, she's one of those one people who won't give up. It's going to be difficult to reach an agreement that satisfies both parties."
    "Stop talking like this was one of your businesses, Nagorno. It's my life we're talking about here. At least tell me what part of the planet we are on, where you have brought me, how long I was unconscious for..."
    "I'll do my part if you do yours, Adriana. And now, let me continue. I was telling you that to begin with I forced myself to stay away from both of you. But then came the first heart attack. They were able to save me, but I thought I was going to die. I thought I was going to die..." he said, self-absorbed, looking at some faraway point in the library filled with hundred year old books.
    "After that nothing was ever the same. Everything I did wore me out and left me exhausted. I was exhausted after taking pleasure with women, tired after horse riding, after playing golf... like an old man.  Like a goddamn old man. My heart has aged significantly this year, I feel old and tired inside, despite the fact that I still look like an eternal thirty year old. But I'm not senile, my brain thinks just as quickly as before, I'm not forgetful, I don't have any signs of decline. It's just this heart, it finds it hard to pump my blood..." and with that he was quiet, lost in the spirals of some memory.
    "So he came to me," interrupted Gunnarr. "He came to me, and to start with I didn't believe him. But soon after I saw him have his second heart attack, he's still getting over it, as you can see. It was my idea to use you, if you have to hate someone, hate me. I don't care."
    I already do , I thought. I barely know you and I hate you.
    I looked at both of them, I refused to be a playthings of circumstances, someone to be deprived of freedom, someone to move around at will, someone to intimidate to get information from.
    I am more than that , I thought, I don't care how many more years you have lived than I have . I don't care what you've been through, how you make your enemies. I am more than that.
    And right then I decided to stop looking at myself as someone inferior to them. So I pushed away Gunnarr's hand, which was still holding me by the shoulder, stood up with some difficulty and looked both of them in the eye as I recited what would likely mean my death sentence.
    "Take me back to my cell. I'm not going to talk, not today, not ever. You've got the wrong person."
    "So we'll move to Plan B," said Gunnarr. "If