"You look a little lost..." a soft cheerful voice said.
I looked at the boy beside me. He emulated a gentle storm with his warm onyx eyes, sharp nose, and soft red lips. He smiled tenderly at me.
"Castiel," he introduced, offering a hand.
I nodded. I stared at his hand and looked at his face again. My forehead creased.
"Uh. Oops." He chuckled awkwardly. Castiel then bit his lower lip and scratched his nape.
I stayed silent and nodded once again. My feet continued wandering inside the extravagant hallway. The place made me feel like I'm in a royal palace with all of the luxurious decorations and classic paintings everywhere. The golden pieces of furniture and sculptures made my eyes radiate in awe.
"We can go to the garden together. The golden apricot flowers were lovely today," he murmured gently.
I ignored his request and walked faster, leaving him behind.
Leaving me alone would be better.
YOU ARE READING
Cast a Spell, Castiel
Short StoryIn which Castiel meets the daughter of the housemaid who's been working under his family for years and attempts to cast his spell upon her with his charms.
