Grenwhich Abbey

Catch A Train

Chapter Five...

                Adie awoke to the sounds of birds chirping and the faint sunrise casting shadows on the bed—she was wrapped in Jayce’s arms; her head on his chest as she listened to his heartbeat and she wondered if she’d ever been more comfortable or felt more at home than right here.

But something still felt un-right. She looked at Jayce who was sleeping peacefully, a small smile on his lips as he dreamed. Adie was uncertain what it was making her feel so uneasy; the house, the boy that had stirred her heart so quickly, or the fact that she wasn’t holding true to her resolutions.

                Holding her breath and crossing her fingers, Adie pulled her feet from the covers and slowly, cautiously, moved from Jayce’s arms. Resisting the urge to jump on the elaborate bed, Adie tiptoed across the freezing floor to where she’d thrown her boots the night before.

Slipping them on, she proceeded to tiptoe out of the room to find Wren wincing as the door creaked open-threatening to wake Jayce. She looked at him warily but he didn’t even stir. Breathing a sigh of relief, Adie left the room whispering a silent goodbye to Jayce.

*

                A loud, angry slam broke through the peaceful silence of daybreak in Grenwhich Abbey waking Wren and Aylee. They both frowned and sleepily looked over the covers they were buried under to see a man, not much older than them but certainly more solemn, standing in front of the bed watching them with a unreadable face.

                With a strangely calm but dangerous voice that sent shivers through Wren and Aylee, the man with the dark, hawk-like eyes finally spoke. “What the hell are you doing in my room?”

                Aylee and Wren looked at each awkwardly—both at a loss for words. They hadn’t thought that the bedroom actually belonged to someone, Grenwhich had so many.

                “What luck…we chose the one bedroom that actually belonged to someone.” Aylee whispered, trying not to laugh. Wren appreciated the humor she found in their situation, but they both stuttered silent when receiving a strong glare from the man who still stood there.

                “Get out.” He demanded as he set the suitcases in his hand down on the floor and waved towards the open bedroom door.

               Wren, relieved that they both still wore some clothes, grabbed Aylee’s hand and with a few muttered apologies and after receiving another withering glare, they scampered out.

                The man slammed the door shut behind them. “What a grump.” Aylee muttered fixing her dress and slipping her heels back on.

                “I know…” Wren agreed, turning towards the stairs. He grunted as he slammed into someone. His hands grabbed her shoulders, steadying them both. “Adie?”

               Adie looked up, relief washing over her face. “Thank goodness. I’ve been looking for you…we’ve got to go or we’ll miss our train.” She told him, a sense of urgency in her voice.

                Wren raised an eyebrow and looked behind her expectantly. “Are you sure that’s all your worried about.”

               She groaned, “Don’t even start with me Wren Emerson.” Adie looked at the disheveled couple and shook her head. “Obviously, I wasn’t half as exciting last night as you,”

                Wren blushed slightly. Aylee giggled leaning forward. “I’m Aylee Sinden.” She said, shaking Adie’s hand.

                Adie smiled and introduced herself back, her voice still hushed. “It’s really nice to meet you, and I don’t want to be rude but we’ve really got to go. Our train leaves in an hour…” She grabbed their hands, dragging them downstairs towards the front door.