Chapter 5
The door opened in front of me to reveal this old man who would remind you of Ichabod Crane or Scrooge.
" Greetingss madammm." He had this droning british accent. Kind of creepy in a way. He was a foot shorter than me and I'm about 5'5". He was very short if you get my point.
" Hello I'm here for-"
" Yesss, the tour madam. Unfortunately your guide is not coming so you will be on your own today. We just advise you to use caution while..." He looked at me with a disgusted face, " you... explore our estate. You Americans don't exactly have the best reputation."
Well this certainly wasn't the best welcoming committee I have ever had but it'll do I suppose.
He waved me in the door so I thanked him sounding very chipper so hopefully he would get the idea that not all Americans are inferior, and I wandered farther into the castle.
It had been a little while and I still had the idea that there was so much more to this castle than I was seeing and understanding. Sure, the old, dusty golden framed paintings on the wall told a fantastic tale but you didn't know the history of it and very rarely knew who the people were. I wished strongly that the tour guide was here.
I had brought along an old leather ledger that told me some of what I was looking at but not completely. It also had a nice map of the castle and I was following it.
I was about to turn down a corridor supposedly named Primrose Hall. I was studying the explanation for the name of the hall when I came to an abrupt stop bumping into a figure, bending the book while doing so and stumbling backwards because of the force in which they clearly didn't budge.
After I situated myself I looked up to see what I came in contact with and my heart fell to the pit of my stomach.
There standing in front of me was Logan with his muscular arms folded over his chest with an amused smiling glare on his face, one eyebrow cocked and his head tilted to the side.
I immediately felt defensive and on edge.
" What are YOU doing here? Are you stalking me? " I criticized.
He started walking towards me with his arms still folded over his chest and that same smirk on his mouth. I felt like slapping it off. But that idea quickly vanished when
his scent consumed me and his body heat radiated around me due to his close proximity. He was towering over me in which my head only reached to the top of his shoulders.
" I could ask you the same exact thing." His lips dropped to a frown that just made him look all the more intimidatingly sexy.
What did he mean by that? Why would he ask me the same thing? I had a perfectly good reason to be here.
" I'm on a tour. I have a right to be here unlike you!" I was on a roll here. " You know, just because you're devastatingly handsome and you saved my life doesn't mean you can take advantage of me and follow me around! I could sue! I have a great lawyer back in America who, I'm sure, is just dying for a court case right now."
His smile was coming back. " So you think I'm devastatingly handsome aye?"
What? I didn't actually say that did I? Oh no... this was not my day.
" Uhh, um, no." I couldn't come up with anything better to say.
" And you're right. Forgive me. Oy, I confess, I am stalking ye wholeheartedly and I followed ye here at that." Then he practically closed the foot of distance between us and whispered in my ear, hot breath and all, " And just for the record missy, I am very, very scared at the threat of an American lawyer. Because if he's anything like you... I'll be shot down in a second, I'm sure." Shivers ran up my spine and goosebumps surrounded my body.
" Yeah, you're damn right..." I could barely speak even those few words. " You never fully answered my question either. What are you doing here?"
" Like I said... I'm stalking a beautiful American gal. I never thought she would come here..." His words drifted off as footsteps came quickly but lightly down the hall as the Ichabod man from earlier appeared. By now I knew he must be the butler.
" Lord Carrigane-" He was cut off by a loud and obnoxious coughing fit from Logan who had stepped forward so I couldn't see his face and the not so suttle " cutting throat" action he was making, like quit it.
I stepped up to peer into his eyes, searching for the explanation of his actions. He looked innocent as I scowled at him, knowing something smelled fishy. And I don't mean tuna fishy. I mean Irish mystery man fishy.
" Sir, what did-
" The name's Mutt milady." Said scrooge.
" Uh, okay Mutt... what did you just call... Logan?" He looked at Logan like a sad puppy, as if saying sorry for some unheard thought shared between the two men. This whole situation was starting to make me frustrated.
~~Logan POV ( Anonymous)~~
Goddamn him. I knew Mutt wouldn't be able to keep his mouth shut for long.
" Uh, okay Mutt... what did you just call... Logan?" She asked him. Then he looked at me with guilt.
' She's to know sometime. Just not today. Make an excuse.'
He acknowledged the message I sent to his conscience. Sometimes I'm glad no one can reply when I use that certain gift of mine because I would be hearing all sorts of apologies and reasonings right about now from a forgetful Mutt.
He was on the verge of saying something but she interrupted and said, " I'm pretty positive you started with Lord, and ended with Carrigane." She then turned to me. "Carrigane? But this place is named.... Carrigane Castle." Her face drained as realization set in and she swallowed hard. " Oh god."
~~ Alesia POV~~
I felt the blood run from my face clear down to my toes as I realized what, and who he was. " Oh god." I said it out loud.
He was Logan Carrigane. A royal. The owner of this castle and who knows what else. And I had insulted him, threatened him, and even told him how handsome he was. I might as well create suicide now while I'm at it.
