chapter four
After we put our stuff in the guest bedroom of the inn, we headed down to the pub for dinner. The sun was just beginning to set, and I was starving.
“We just had a lord stay here,” Mary tells us, gleefully. “He gave us an entire beef cattle!”
I raise my eyebrows. “It’s amazing you’re doing so well.”
“We choose the right place for an inn,” William comments, he starts getting glass mugs. “And a pub.”
“The drinking will commence soon,” Mary laughs. “Why don’t the lot of you take your seats?”
We find a large table to sit at. I glance around; I don’t see a bathroom. “I’ll be back shortly, I must find a bathroom.”
“Go ask Uncle Will,” Alex suggests. “I’ll look after everyone.”
“I do not need looking after,” James complained. “I’m almost-”
I walk swiftly towards the bar before I can hear that fight break out. I approach William, he was cleaning the wooden bar. “Excuse me, William?”
“Yes,” he looks up, his green eyes reminding me of Alex’s. “What you need, dearie?”
“Where is the restroom?” I ask, sheepishly.
“Down the hall,” he points. “First door on the left.”
I thank him and walk down the hall. The wooden floorboards creak with each step. I can smell Mary cooking some meat. I see the bathroom, and reach for the handle.
“Well, well, well,” a deep male voice comes from right behind me. “What might your name be?”
I turn around slowly. Hovering over me is a tall, big man. He is much older than me, and smells like wood. “Why do you inquire such information?”
“I think I just found myself a wife,” he gives me a sly grin. “What a beauty you are.”
I feel my heart pound; I am afraid. I fumble for the door knob. “Leave me be.”
He takes me by the veil, and thrusts me towards him. “I love a good challenge.”
“What-”
He kisses me. Hard. He grabs the doorknob and pushes me into the bathroom. He starts trying to slip my dress off my shoulder. Oh, no he does not want to do that.
I reach behind me, and retrieve my knife. It’s a damn good thing I keep it hidden, and on me at all times. “Leave now or I’ll slit your throat.”
He stops, and glances at the knife. “You think you can harm me?”
He begins to laugh, and to prove my point; I slash my knife. It leaves a cut across his face. “I warned you.”
He grabs my hand, and crushes it. I drop the knife. He says, “Now you’re really being difficult.”
“You’re being a bastard.” I retort. I back up against the bathroom wall. I need my knife.
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The Dark
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