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chapter four

All I could think of once he opened his eyes was shit what do I do! I scrambled, jumping up to grab my gun just in case. You would think that with a gun pointed at him, he would show some sign of being frightened or anxious. But no, he smiled up at me and said "well hello there".

I didn't understand how he could be so laidback about the position he was in. But what I didn't understand even more, was my reaction. All I did was look at him and say hi. No what the hell are you doing on my property, no who are you, none of that. For some strange reason, I felt as if I could trust him, which isn't something I do. I've only ever trusted my parents, hell I barely even trust myself half the time.

While he looked up at me with those amazing green eyes, a million thoughts ran through my mind, and it was like he read my thoughts because he said "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm here to help you, and for you to help me in return. I know you're scared to death right now, but trust me when I say this, everything will work out and everything will be okay. It's okay to be scared, but please, just trust me right now okay? I know what you're parent said; trust noone. But honey, you need to trust me right now. And right now, we need to get the hell out of this room before it gets too late." 

After he finished his little speech, all I could do was stare at him dumbfounded. How had he known? So many thoughts ran through my mind, I was so confused as to what had just happened. I'm pretty sure he picked up on this though because he stumbled off the sofa and grabbed the gun and my arm to steady himself, and walked alongside me to my kitchen. What puzzled me though, was the fact that not once did he ask how to get there.

Once we walked into the kitchen, he sat me down in a chair, and slowly sat down across from me. For a boy with the amount of broken ribs, fractures, and gashes he had, I was utterly shocked he could even move. I didn't understand how he could heal so quickly, when I myself could get a paper cut and it would take a month to disappear. I knew something big was going to happen though, because of the expression on his face. He looked at me, straight in the eye, and said " Aine, do you understand who you even are? Your name itself stands alone for who you are. Did you know your name is celtic for fire? For joy and happiness? Did you know you come from a long line of nobility? That you are in so much danger I don't even know how I found you here alive?". For a second, all I did was stare at him, not knowing what to say or do or how to even register what was just spoken to me. 

Finally though, I came to my senses and asked him one single question, one I had been dying to ask since the moment I saw him. "Who the hell are you, and what do you want from me."