My sister Wants My Mate!

[7] Suspicious Shadows Shredded Papers and an Annoying Emily.

Chapter 7

I arrived home in a fairly good mood after grabbing ice cream with Ryder. Surprisingly, puppy dog eyes worked very well with him. I didn't realise that the time had passed so swiftly - maybe the old saying about time was in fact true. I allowed myself a quick chuckle before setting my mind back to business. Tonight, I needed to check what was inside the office that he worked in- there had to be something there that would help me understand what he was doing.

Hearing footsteps behind me, I quickly jumped out of my thoughts and smiled as he came next to me and wrapped his arms around my waist; his arms engulfed me, the arms warming me up.

"Aren't you going in the shower?" I asked sweetly.

"Yes, yes" he chuckled "So impatient my love".

"I learnt from the best" I replied sticking my tongue out in return. "I'm going to get some food now" I hollered as he had already begun to walk up the grand staircase. He nodded his head and smiled in return.

As I walked forward my thoughts began invading my mind again, with my wolf adding in helpful (NOT) suggestions about the situation. Yet it didn't matter. I had already made up my mind before I had even shown the girls the information Emily had given me. I made myself a quick sandwich and poured myself a glass of Irn Bru before grabbing them and placing them next to the sofa in one of the other many rooms. Carefully, I also removed my shoes as I knew that the floorboards would be squeaky before taking a deep breath. A relationship was meant to be built on trust, wasn't it? Therefore, everything I was doing went against it. Doubt swirled around my mind once more, and knowing I needed something more soothing than a drink of pop, I flicked the button for the kettle to start boiling.

Sitting down, I started twirling my hair - a habit I had picked up when I wanted my mind to go blank. My other senses kicked in when I did this, which was why I heard slight thuds of footsteps that sounded like someone coming down the stairs.

It may be someone else in the house my wolf reasoned with me. I wanted to believe her but I couldn't since I knew that the house (or mansion as I have now named it) was empty - this was the entire reason Ryder had brought me back here earlier.

Slipping out of the kitchen I carefully poked my head around the cumbersome kitchen door while my eyes stuck to the outline of the figure that was creeping closer and closer to the study.

Sorry sweetheart, but there goes my theory that it isn't Ryder. If it was someone else they would have flipped the light switch on by now my wolf said. Sadly, I agreed with her. This looked far too suspicious.

Following the outline I tiptoed down the hallway until I saw the person slip into the study, close the door and turn the light on. In the back of my memory I faintly remembered Ryder telling me that when you closed the door of the study, it meant that it became soundproof. He was indeed correct as the person then picked up a handful of paper with lines upon lines of writing on them and then shed each one thoroughly.

By now I was tremendously perplexed. Why would someone shed paper like that? Then my mind kicked in. Nobody destroys something unless its evidence, I concluded.

The last piece of paper went into the shredder, but not before I caught one word - Weatherall. The person then spun around, flipped off the light and opened the door. Swiftly I slipped around the corner, concealed by the darkness. They made a run back up the stairs, passing by the kitchen which illuminated the features. I had also completely forgotten that the windows were open in the kitchen, and it seemed that it was rather windy as the hood on the persons jacket slipped off and revealed who it was. It was .... Ryder? I was sure that my tumultuous gasp and uproarious beating heart could be heard throughout the house yet it appeared not as Ryder continued to sprint back up the stairs. A grim expression formed onto my face at the thought that I was not the only one in the relationship with something to hide.

A few moments later, I snapped out of my daze and leisurely walked into the front room, towards the seat which had my food and drink next to it. At the same pace I walked into the kitchen, poured the drink down the sink and the food into the bin. I then climbed the stairs, feeling as if I wasn't quite aware of what I was doing. I then proceeded to change into my comfiest pyjamas before climbing into bed, only half noticing that Ryder had said something before closing the door.

I didn't get any sleep that night.

**********

I woke up, half drained of my energy which is never a good sign when you first wake up. I noticed a note was placed on the pillow next to me, written in beautiful calligraphy wrote out to me as my heart twanged slightly at this though it still remained cold towards him.

Isabel.

I apologise that I have had to leave for a couple of days but duty beckons I have to meet up with someone that I just couldn't risk you meeting yet. I will be back soon. I left my car for Brad to drive you to school, and I made sure that Brad will take you home. I will ring you when I can, and I love you.

Ryder.

My stone cold demur melted slightly as I crawled out of bed. The note spurred me on to get ready quickly before I ran down the stairs as my stomach grumbled loudly. Swiftly walking down the stairs, I reached the bottom step and slid into the kitchen, nearly knocking over a hot pink bag packed to the brim, which was placed right next to Emily, the wicked witch of the west. Was she leaving? I hoped so!

"Where are you going Emily?" I questioned, trying to be polite yet the sneer I received in return was testing my patience.

"Yes 'dearest' sister. Somebody special wants to meet me."

"Oh, well, how....lucky" I replied.

"Hah. At least somebody wants me. Sweetheart, I heard Ryder has gone. Well, if I was you I would have kept him on a leash. In fact, I believe that we are going to the same place! What a surprise" She said with a straight face. "Well, enjoy your week" she said smirking, instantly helping my fears grow before strutting out of the week.

Oh so help you Ryder if you are with her.