Marriage with 'The Beast'

Chapter 42 ~ It definitely was.

An old bearded man walked out of the pub and yawned loudly, "what are you kids doing out here this early?" I recognized that voice immediately. 

"Hello," I pulled my hand out in front of me, politely. "I'm Sarah. I promised you I'd be here by 6 to pick Mason up." 

"Well I didn't know you were serious," he chuckled before taking my hand and shaking it vigorously; rattling my entire body. "Nobody comes here before 6 pm. Well, it's great to meet you, young lady. That poor fella couldn't stop blabbering about you." He continued jokingly before opening the door to the pub and letting us in. It was surprisingly cold inside.

He couldn't stop blabbering about me?

It was a cozy little pub with a cabin woodsy feeling. I noticed a fireplace in the corner which was unusually unique for a pub.  Or so I'd thought at least.

"Well, I'm sure he's still sleeping. He was pretty restless. I'd let him rest. Why don't you two sit by the fire and warm ya selves up while I get us some more coffee." He was asking us, but didn't wait for a response before disappearing behind a wall. 

"Where'd he go?" I sighed, "I don't want coffee. Who cares if he was restless, I'm just here to pick him up and leave." I grumbled under my breath before slumping down onto a bench in front of the fireplace.

"Well aren't you considerate," Blake remarked sarcastically before taking a seat next to me.

I rolled my eyes, "consideration was thrown out the window a while ago." I yawned loudly, my mouth widening. I didn't even bother muffling it.

"Well that's attractive," he smirked, sarcastically once again. 

My eyes were tearing up from lack of sleep. I yawned once again, this time covering my mouth with the back of my hand. "We're the ones that have barely had any sleep and we're supposed to be the considerate ones? Nah,  I can't. I'm tired and I already have enough stuff to deal with at home. The faster we deal with this the better."  I rambled before being interrupted by yet another yawn. 

"Yeah yeah I get it. Just rest your head. We'll give him half an hour after another coffee and then we'll go wake him up." Blake suggested but I didn't even understand most of it as my head relaxed on his shoulder and my eyes instantaneously shut. 

I yawned one last time before focusing on the sound of the fire crackling in front of me and Blake's rhythmic breathing. 

Just as my body started to relax I heard a soft almost relieved and groggy voice that I knew too well. "Sarah?"  

Blake whipped around in a split second. 

Whereas my brain took its time to decipher the imbalance my body was feeling even though I was sitting. 

"Blake?" I heard him mutter in confusion.  I yawned before slowly turning away from the fire and opening my eyes carefully to examine the sight in front of me. My eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

I'd never seen Mason look this terrible.

No, I'm not exaggerating.

I rubbed my eyes in an attempt to focus them before shooting up off of the bench after Blake.

"What happened? How did this happen? Who did this to you?" Blake badgered him with questions, carefully examining his face.

I felt myself sober up from my drowsy state as I noticed layers of bandages covering Mason's hands, bicep, and calf. His face didn't look too good either with a large bruise near his left eye and cheek, a band-aid over his right eye, and a swollen lip.