Night Thief

Chapter 26: Losing Trust

Edited 2/10/17 by SpiritWriter1

-Victoria-

Sparrow's father sat down on Sparrow's little throne in the main room in front of the tables where everyone was eating. His father was still looking at me and every move I made. Sparrow stayed close to me and didn't leave my side, but only when I need to wash myself or to have a rest. Right then, I was in Sparrow's room while he was talking to his father. His room was dark and dimly lit. His armory for his weapons was in the room next to me. I wanted to have a look, but I felt like Sparrow would come in any minute now. Sparrow's "maid", who was a couple years older, told me a lot about him. She told me how he fucked a girl in his bed and then killed her, leaving the sheets covered in blood. While Sparrow was doing another contract, did he do that with other women he brought here?

"Miss Night, you're amour is clean and is hanging up next to Sparrow's." The maid told me. I smiled and nodded. It felt weird to have my amour off right now.

"If you don't mind me saying, Miss Night, Sparrow's father isn't a nice man. He would've killed you as soon as he saw the guild marking on you're wrist, but I guess Sparrow was kind of protective with you," she said while checking my wound. It did look alright, but it wasn't fully heeled yet. Just a couple more days, and I think I would be fine.

"You're lucky that Arthur brought you here in time, or the wound would be worse. You're lucky you're alive!" She moved away from me with the cloth stained with my blood. I pulled the gown down. I still didn't like wearing them when I started growing up with the guild, but I loved them as a child.

"Thank you," I told the maid. She smiled and picked up the bowl of water with the cloth and walked over to the door and opened it with her free hand. She walked out of the room, closing the door behind, and leaving me alone in the room.

Sparrow's room.

-Sparrow-

"Father, don't you fucking dare touch her!" I spat at him.

"She was involved when she came here!" My own father spat back at me.

"I was the one who asked to see her! When I found out she was the leader, I was shocked and surprised---just as much as you are! And I'm doing everything I can to stop this war that will start tomorrow!" My anger calmed down, as well as my dad's who then looked surprised.

"What?"

"You remember, Scar . . . she started this whole thing." I looked at my father and saw him looking at me.

"What has she done?"

"She stabbed Victoria in the stomach. I thought I could trust Scar, but not after she tried to kill her. That's why I've been like this with Victoria."

"You're like you're mother. She cared. She cared about me, Sparrow! You will put her at risk tomorrow? You know that, right?" My father asked me. I nodded. I knew what I was doing. I was getting Victoria's life at risk.

"I've lost her trust now---all of her family have. They don't want to fight by our side and it's my fault."

"Son, you're just like me, naive. I thought I was better than everyone else, but you're mother pulled me out of that---making me see the truth, and you have so much to learn." My father came up to me.

"Enough about me and Victoria! How's mom?" I asked my dad.

"It's been three months since we last wrote to each other. She lives in a little village in a nice cottage. She keeps asking how you're doing. She keeps asking have you found a wife and had some kids. I can't just tell her that you're just like me . . . a killer."

"Dad, you still love mom. Why haven't told her what I am?"

"It's not that easy son, telling you're mother that you're a killer would break her heart so much."

"If I didn't kill my step mom and Eleanor's dad, I would've been married to her with a family. I wouldn't be this." I looked down to the ground. I felt my father's hand on me, making me look up.

"But if you did, you wouldn't of met Victoria."

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