*All American Girl Discovers Irish Guy...A Possible Fairy Tale? 7

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Chapter 7

I skipped down the marble hallway my footsteps jumping with gained revenge. It was my nature to make Logan frustrated. That way he would hopefully leave me alone.

My shoulders dropped when I realized that might cause an opposite outcome of what I really wanted.

That idea was confirmed when Mutt limped towards me down the long hallway.

" Ah, miss, bad news, I'm afraid." I looked at him confused. " The ocean flooded the road from the heavy rain and there's no way out ma'am."

My mouth dropped open and I closed it quickly. " Well how long do you suppose it will be flooded?" This was not good at all. Nothing else could be worse right now.

" I do not know madam. Could be weeks. Could be days. But I am sure Sir Carrigane will not mind in the least if you bunker down here. We have a room prepared for you already." I thought to myself how horrible this was. And then I thought...they have a room prepared already? I haven't been here for even an hour yet! If I hadn't known any better I'd thought it was planned!

But the voice in my head reminded me that is a foolish notion, there is no way they could, or would, flood the road on purpose. Or would they? Logan seemed to be a very determined person by the look on his face but it was still a ridiculous thought.

" If you'll just follow me ma'am I will show you to your room and I will have the maids stoke you a fire."

He walked past me back down towards the library but so much farther into the depths of the hallway. His scrawny, slouched figure stopped by a dark door and he said, " Here you are madam. I'll just let you get settled and i'll be back in a jiffy."

" Thank you Mutt." I smiled as he turned and retreated back down the hall.

I myself, turned and opened the heavy door, which made no real sound, no squeaking or anything. When I walked across the thresh hold my feet sank into the most comfortable carpet and my senses were filled with an amazing scent. Lilacs. They were my favorite flower because of their lush purple color and their godly scent. I looked into the room and forgot all about looking for the culprit of the great smell when my eyes were stunned at the beauty and femininity of this room.

It was almost as if it were designed for me. Deep purple/maroon curtains flowed freely due to the tall floor to ceiling window being open.

The same color flowed over the bed but this time an embroider on a white comforter. It was a canopy bed with a white sheet of silk covering the canopy.

Dark cherry wood furniture spotted the room. A finely made dresser, desk and tea table laid on a white carpet, the one that my feet had previously sunk into moments ago when I stepped into a fairy tale bedroom. Almost as if it were designed for me. Impossible though.

A warm body stepped up behind me, frightening me, and pressed into my back. I sucked in a quick breath and stepped forward turning around to face the figure as I did.

" I'm taking a gander you like this room." He guessed with a small crooked smile.

Again, I felt defensive. " I don't know what you're talking about Logan." I put emphasis on his name. " Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to settle in." I felt a spark of courage and placed my hand on his broad chest and immediately felt my arm pulse. His chest was fuming with warmth, god how it made me want to snuggle up to him.

I quickly snapped back into reality, which was me with my hand still on his huge chest and him slowly looking down at my hand and back up on my face. He cocked his head and smiled devilishly.

I shoved hard breaking his stare. He stumbled back out into the hall and I smiled evilly right back at his now confused and frowning stare. I gave a little flirty wave and slammed the door in his face.

I chuckled covering my mouth with my hand. I was proud of myself. Yet, I still didn't know why I disliked him so much. There was something tugging at my mind, my heart, telling me something. But I just couldn't get it right.

~~Anonymous POV ( NOT Logan)~~

I looked side to side at my brothers. I gave them a look of dread and rolled my eyes at the scene that was being played below us. I stretched and pulled a passing cloud closer to balance my feet on as a rest.

" Rest easy my brothers. They will both find out sometime. And when they do, it will be clear sailing for them from there." I said and ran my translucent hand through my also translucent pitch black hair. Bringing back memories of the women who used to run their own hands through it as they occupied my bed with me for the night. But that was all before I died in battle. And now I joined my brothers in the clouds.

Helping others realize who they were made for. Like young Alesia. She was stubborn at that, but she would soon come to realize the truth and how to believe.

" Aye, brother," my elder sibling agreed, " twas a dirty, dirty trick ye played today... flooding the road and all."

I couldn't hold in the devious smile that crawled onto my face.

" Oy, twas a jolly good setup, and sure, young Alesia thinks tis' all bad that she is trapped in that grand old castle and with Lord Carrigane for now... but it will all come together in the end. She'll see." My younger brother said as he pushed up his make believe sleeves of his tunic.

We all chuckled quietly as we watched the sun set down behind the deep and mysterious waters of the ocean.

~~Logan POV~~

I had no idea how big of a line I had just crossed. And even why I had crossed that line! Which was the thresh hold to have the feeling of her tiny, curvy body pressed against mine. She was devilish and rude, so why when I caught her standing there admiring the room did I feel my pulse quicken and heat rush to places inside unseen by the human eyes on a daily basis.

Standing there, admiring the room I had an itching in the back of my mind to design, a while back. I had no idea why I had the need to design a feminine room and out of all the styles, why this one, so unique in it's own way.

In that same second something popped inside me.

The room was unique. Just as Alesia was. I realized the room reminded me exactly of her.

I knew why I had the need to design that room. It was very clear now, and I was stunned to no end. I felt my blood run cold with the thought.

She couldn't be...

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⏰ Last updated: May 22, 2010 ⏰

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