L'Allemand et l'alliée (Englisch, Reylo)

chapter 11

I slowly turn in the bed and the bright rays of the sun immediately blind me. Again I remember where I lay down yesterday. Immediately I jump up and look for the soldier, but it seemed like he was already gone. The things that usually lay around so openly weren't there. But he had left the piano key in the lock. The desk is also tidy and there is not a single complaint to be seen.

I get out of bed and walk towards the desk. I carefully open one drawer after the other, but everything was empty.  Not a single piece of paper, not a book or pens. His belongings didn’t seem to be material. I close everything again and move towards the window when I hear Florille scream out loud. I turn around quickly and hurry down the stairs to meet her.

She stands in front of the garden door and looks out of the window in horror. "What's up?" I ask concerned and she hesitantly points down the garden. A small campfire had been made there. A stone circle had been formed around there so that the whole garden wouldn't burn down, but the pile of ash was large. "Who does that?" I peck, but she can only shrug her shoulders.

I open the door and step out to see the whole thing up close, but the closer I got, the greater the fear that I knew who it was.

Immediately next to it was a small piece of paper, still locked and without a sender or recipient, but one of the corners seemed a little bit burned. I open it hesitantly and pull out the white piece of paper and read it. "Poe Dameron is accused of being a Jew and asked to face it." The notes, they were all burned.  Except this one. But why did he ban them, Shouldn't he take care of it?

I slowly get up and look at the pile of ash in front of me with a sigh. "Do you know who that was?" But if Florille suddenly stands behind me and looks at me sternly. "I guess I have to go back to Poe first." I smile and dash back past her.

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Unobtrusively I go to Poe's little shop, looking for him. "Rey, how nice that you are back here." He grins at me and I quickly walk up to him. "Yes, nice to see you too. But I'm here for two questions." I say quickly and pull the letter out of my purse. "Sure, how can I help you further?" He tilts his head and I push the letter towards him. "First of all, how do you explain that? Then who is Kylo Ren?" But quickly he puts a finger to his lips as a sign that I should speak more quietly. I look around, irritated. "He's here, watch how loud you speak." He warns me quickly and hesitantly opens the letter.

"Reyanna." Ben notices in astonishment and I turn slowly in his direction to divert attention from the letter, which may seem familiar to him. "Lieutenant, what are you doing here?" I smile sarcastically to underline my hatred of him. But I take his coffee out of his hand and put it on the counter so that I can quickly pull it around the next corner with me.

"What shoud that?" He asks quietly and seriously and my eyebrows contract viciously. "I could probably ask you that too. What was that supposed to mean?!" I am now chopping up too. "What should what?" But he doesn't make a face and just looks at me seriously. "You slept in the same bed with me, although I absolutely abhor your ugly face and you just plan to burn something in the garden at night. I have to explain that to Florille now!" I get a little louder, but he can only grin. "We had sex in the shower and you really mind sleeping in a bed with me? I mean, besides, it's my bed. You have no business there anyway. I thought this was a gesture of indulgence yesterday." But now he sounded rather thoughtful. "No you idiot, I hate you. You are an arrogant ass face with a god complex that enjoyed killing people." I whisper angrily to him, but again he smiles proudly. "If it calms you down, I lay up all night and you lay alone in bed. I was preoccupied with my thoughts." He stands up straight and straightens his jacket. "If you'll excuse me then." He leaves me provocatively slowly and leaves me alone.

I was about to turn around again, but he was leaving the little shop with his coffee in hand. He clearly looked pretty upset and angry. He strictly avoided eye contact and apparently couldn't understand me. But I hate him anyway, that wouldn't change anything. I didn't care at all about his consideration.

"That used to be a quiet but fierce argument." Poe laughed as I slowly walked back to him. "Did you hear something?" I ask and he just shakes his head reassuringly. "No, I think it was about something about a bed, right? Is it because of Claude's room? I can understand that you don't feel comfortable when a stranger sleeps in his bed." He smiles politely and I nod. "Yeah, I wish he'd live somewhere else. His mere presence gets on my nerves."  I sigh.