My eyes were heavy when morning came. My head was thundering from the headache I had caught this night.
I slowly sat up and reached for my glasses. But I came up emptyhanded, they were nowhere to be found on the small bedside table. Where have I put them?
I slowly got up but despite how thouroughly I searched the room I could not find them.
Remembering my trip outside this night I hurried out the door to check around the lounge chair I had occupied.
I saw that the small table next to the lounge chair had been set with breakfast and a small envelope with my room number on. I hungrily eyed the slightly blurry breakfast menu.
Juat as i was about to sit down, I saw it. I felt the blood drain from my face and I nearly fell to my knees in defeat. Over the back of the chair, hung a certain scarf. One which I deliberately had left af the train station hotel back in Copenhagen. A grey wool scarf that now twice had made me panic beyond senseless.
Panicked I looked around, but beside the loud couple from yesterday, who sat three doors down around their own breakfast table, noone could be seen.
Maybe its a different scarf? I tried to reason this absurd situation with myself. Eventuelly I decided to leave it there, and hoped the owner, which must be another resident here at the hotel, would come and retrieve it.
I sat down in the other lounge chair and had almost forgotten about my missing glasses.
I sighed as I gave up my search and decided to enjoy the breakfast. I knew I needed to get a taxi to catch my flight at eight, but that could wait until after breakfast.
I reached for the nearest bun, it was still warm. It smelled delicious, and I swiftly cut it open and put some butter on it. I closed my eyes as i savoured the amazingly sweet, soft and moist taste. I felt the butter melt in my mouth and I sighed. Despite the events of last night this was a heavenly way to end my stay here in Denmark. I looked down at the beautiful sceneri that was here on the backside of the hotel, absolutely beautiful. The lake glistened in rhe morning sun and ducks could be seen lazily swimming around the perimeter of it. The trees lightly swayed in the gentle wind and the air were summer warm.
Not looking away from the view of the gardens, I reached for the pot with coffee, but my hand only caught air. After two attempts of closing my hand where i thought the handle were I was about to turn towards the table. The I suddenly heard the sound of liquid being poured into the mug, and surprised i looked back towards my table, pulling my hand towards me again.
My eyes went wide and my blood ran cold.
He's here.
YOU ARE READING
AT YOUR MERCY
Kurt Adam"This feeling, darling, your intoxication, infatuation with me. It wont go away." He grapped my hips and pulled me towards him while burrying his face in my neck. "Until you give in to me." 1st book in the Nordic Saga.
