Chapter 22

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As soon as supper had finished, I rushed up to my room, but not before I briefly caught my Grandmother's worried look. I could tell she knew something was going on with me and I hated that I had become so secretive towards her. We had always been so close. A wave of guilt crashed through me as I stepped through the threshold into my bedroom.

I turned around and silently closed the door behind me, trying to shove the guilt out. It kind of worked, but it still lingered. I sighed and glanced at the large wooden clock placed in the corner nearest to the fireplace. The short sharp black metal pointed at the eight and the long one was point at the ten. My heart stuttered. Ashton was arriving in ten minutes. I had just seen him earlier, and I had been around him many a times recently; more than I would like to admit but I had never been so nervous.

Balls of nerves continued to expand as I looked out my closed balcony. It was the nerves of the unknown that was really gnawing on me. I didn't know what he had planned for us or why it needed to be so late.

I had unknowingly started to pace around my room, as thoughts of anticipation consumed my brain. I guessed my legs thought by walking around the room I would rub off some of the nerves that kept building each time I glanced up at those pointed hands that were attached to the worlds slowest clock.

I forced my self to stop, when I felt my head starting to spin from walking in circles. I walked steadily towards my bed before flopping onto the soft mattress below face first. I let out a frustrated sigh. What was going on with me?

It was then I heard a little tap on the glass attached to the balcony doors. I glanced over. My curtains were drawn back but because the sky was consumed into darkness, I couldn't make anything outside the windows except for the lights in my room bouncing back at me.

I rolled off my bed and made my way towards the doors. I knew it was Ashton, but one can never be too careful especially during these times. I went to touch my right thigh, so I could feel the outline of my father's dagger beneath my skirts, but there was nothing. My steps stumbled for a second before resuming. I can't believe I had completely forgot about my father's dagger. I had lost it sometime last night while at the Hale's. Was that really just last night? It felt like days ago now that so much has happened. I'll ask Ashton tonight and see if he has seen it maybe in his room. My face flushed at thought of that possibly happening again tonight.

I reached the handles opening the balcony doors, and walked into the centre of the terrace, but no one was there. I turned around in a circle, and... Suddenly this huge black mass swarmed towards my face. I let out a small screech. It flew past me and I heard a small clink as its nails hit the railing behind me. My breathing escalated as I whipped around. Yep, just was a thought a raven. What is with these birds. Shivers automatically ran through my body reacting to the dark feathered body sitting there with its black beady eyes staring right into my soul. "Ugh I hate birds." I mumbled.

"Good evening, Fallon." His smooth voice danced behind me. I felt a new wave of shivers flow through my body, though this time it was for a whole different reason. I turned back around my eyes automatically scanned over every inch of his leanly toned body. He looked like he did every other time I saw him; so irritatingly perfect in his all-black uniform, midnight hair perfectly groomed back away from his eyes, flawless marble skin, and of course you couldn't forget about those heart breaking blue eyes of his.

"Ashton" I said embarrassingly breathless. I mentally cringed at myself.

"Are you ready to go?" He asked taking a step towards me. He offered his arm towards me waiting for me to take it. I looked behind me once more to check on the beady little beast but the space it once occupied was now empty. I turned back around my eyes locked with Ashton's he was giving me a questioning look. I let out a small breath before wrapping my arm around Ashton's. "Yes, I believe so. Where exactly are we going?" I asked.

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