Song of the Sabotaged

Part 5

I awoke to a warmth around me. 

Knowing someone that the heat behind me was a guy eased me slightly. It had to of been one of my boys.

 He suddenly shifted.

At first, red lights and warning flags went off in my head. My mind connected that it must have been arms around me, and someone's stomach pressed flush against my back.

But these arms didn't feel familiar.

I breathed in deeply, but my nose burned, stuffy.

A small sneeze wracked my spine.

The arms around me tightened slightly, before relaxing.

Air tickled the back of my neck, making my skin explode with goosebumps.

My brain connected to last night, and suddenly I remembered asking Mr. Blackbourne to share a bed with me. Was it Owen?

The arms slowly unwrapped from around me. I rolled over to see a man with dark, disheveled hair, dressed in a plain white shirt, sitting up. He stretched his arms up, and I could hear a sick crack from his bones.

Sitting up, I looked closer. I could see his clear silver eyes as he glanced out the window.

A smile tugged at my lips. "Morning." I whispered, my throat cracking slightly.

He turned to look at me, and my breath caught in my throat. His face was handsome in the morning light, and without his glasses, I could see myself reflected through his eyes.

Mr. Blackbourn's face scanned mine, and he must have determined something by the quick flash that suddenly disrupted his calm eyes.

My own eyes seemed to sag.

His hand wrapped softly around my upper arm.

"Good morning. How did you sleep, Miss Sang?"

I shrugged. "Hard. Hard and dreamless."

He nodded. "Let's get you food, and then we'll contact the boys to see why you were relocated so quickly without word last night."

Mr. Blackbourne gracefully stood from the bed as I struggled to detangle myself before following him. He grabbed his glasses, and I watched as his arms moved to frame his face again. He moved with swift, yet graceful steps into the rest of the house.

The floors were cold against my bare feet as I padded close behind him. The hall was illuminated by light slipping through the windows.

He led me past the sitting room and into another one that opened up into a kitchen full of modern gadgets. There was a bar with four stools that acted as a wall, splitting the sitting spots from everything else. 

Mr. Blackbourne walked straight towards the fridge. He shot me a look, with a command in his eyes telling me to sit. "Anything particular on your mind for breakfast?"

I shyly shook my head as I took one of the seats. I realized in that moment as the cold leather seat of the bar stool I sat in that I was dressed in little shorts and a thin tank top. It wasn't the most modest pajamas to be wearing, especially in front of him. My face heated as I watched Owen pull food from the fridge, and begin a process of cooking.

Barely being able to think straight, I knew my face must be flushed, staring at Mr. Blackbourne's back. His white shirt seemed slightly translucent in the morning light. I took notice that his legs were clothed in a pair of simple black sleep pants. It seemed so rare, seeing his hair not styled to perfection.

Suddenly his steel eyes were locked onto mine, and a plate was slid in front of me.

Glancing down at it, my mouth watered as the smell finally hit my nose and stomach. Hash browns were cooked to golden perfection, as well as eggs and bacon. He passed a neatly folded napkin and fork across towards the counter to me as well.

"Thank you Mr. Blackbourne."

He nodded, handing me a glass of milk.

"When we are not on business, or near Ashley Waters, it is acceptable for you to call me by my first name, you know." he said, standing directly in front of me. His eyes watched mine, and I knew he could see my blush.

"Okay... Owen." I couldn't quite say why I was so nervous all of a sudden, or why I felt so shy. I wasn't as close to him as I was the others, and it was painfully obvious.

He pulled out his phone that he must have grabbed when I wasn't paying attention, and typed something into it.

He put the phone up to his ear, and i caught the serious look cross his face before he turned his back on me.

Who was he calling?

The moment stretched long and silent. He seemed to have called multiple people.

Apparently they didn't answer either, as Owen turned back around to face me, quickly jabbing a message into his phone.

I could see it vibrate in his hand.

"What is it?" I asked softly.

His steel gaze found mine, and suddenly he moved to the window, moving the blind to see outside.

"Multiple things. First, the weather. Second, a problem of sorts."

"I understand if you can't tell me." I stated softly, my nerves slowly starting to bubble in my chest.

He dropped the curtain and crossed back over to the counter.

"It would appear that plans have to be set back farther than expected. A blizzard that was supposed to pass through during the late hours of the night has rather inched slightly, and creating a warning roads being closed, power lines being out, et cetera. It also appears someone went to attack you last night, and Nathan caught on to it before the attacker could succeed. The boys believe it was Volto. That is why you have not only be been relocated to an unknown location, but as to why it's been hard to reach the boys."

My eyes went wide. "And they didn't tell you last night?"

"No, Sean contacted me through the hospital just now. He's stuck there, and the other boys are working through the storm."