After the Storm

06. Galloping with my 'lover'

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I posted this chapter on Thursday instead of Friday and only realised on Friday morning because I'm such a muddlehead XD. So I unpublished and reposted. My brain is so fried XD. Sorry for the confusion oops.

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Poltergeist: A ghost that often manifests in the presence of noise.

Baloney: Informal term for nonsense.

Vociferous: To call out loudly and noisily.

Malevolent: malicious, wishing harm onto others.

Testudinal: Pertaining to having the characteristics of a tortoise, such as its slow terms of speed. (me when I have to get up for school)

Empyreal: Pertaining to the sky/heavens

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"Oh Lord! Just take my soul and heart and everything else, and spare me from the horrors of this blasted world!"

"May thou have mercy upon thee, a miserable offender. For thy is the almighty God!" Captain Carter finished off for me cheerfully.

"Oh shut up! You aren't helping." I snapped.

He bowed curtly. "Yes, Miss. Always your faithful servant, Milady."

I huffed. He was still as insensible as ever. Even though he acted more like a cheeky poltergeist in a young man's body, he apparantly retained the miniscule mental capacity of other men.

"What should I do?" I moaned. Lord Dalgliesh was out for blood ― my blood, and being someone incredibly fond of staying alive, you could say that I wasn't too keen to have my throat slit.

"Do what?"

"That's what I'm asking you."

"Oh."

"So? How can I shake that pesty wanker off my trail before he decapitates me?"

"Mmm..."

After a few unanswered questions, I realised that Captain Carter's eyes were trained intently on my face, not appearing to have registered my words. Did I have chocolate smeared on my mouth? I unconsciously touched my face but my hand came off clean from any sticky brown substance.

Then why was he looking at my lips?

"Captain Carter?" I
clicked my fingers under his nose.  Maybe the contents of his head had been chomped up by worms. I would sincerely hope not. I didn't need another person added to the multitude of stupid men I knew.

His eyes shot up from the lower section of my face to meet my glare. "Oh my deepest apologies, Miss." A naughty grin returned. "Your captivating beauty distracted me momentarily. Made my brains mush you know."

My cheeks grew warm. Thank God for my darker skin. "Shut up! You're supposed to be giving me advice, so don't deviate from the topic."

I raised my fan warningly and he
lifted his hands in defence. "I wouldn't dream of disobeying you."

"But reality is another matter, I presume?"

Mr Ambrose's previous reply to my snarky comment spilled out of my mouth before I could rethink it over. Darn! Why was I sprouting his words? That was a bad sign, a very bad sign.

I didn't want to be associated with him, much less think of him after seeing him with that bloody trollop. As they say: it is our choices that show who we are. In this case, Mr Ambrose's terrible choice in women spoke volumes about his character. He could go burn in hell for all I cared!