His Fiore

13

Rose's P.O.V

Enrique and I were sat on the table with our breakfast sat patiently infront of us waiting for it to be devoured but I couldn't even think about eating right now. All I wanted was to find the next key.

And to try forget about the fact that I woke up bundled in the bedsheets with Enrique - but we don't talk about that.

Normally, Enrique would be scoffing down his breakfast but today it was different. We were both sat in silence no one daring to break the peaceful atmosphere. Well that was until he spoke.

"I've noticed you don't eat much" he said.

Raising a brow I looked at him weirdly. I just ate noodles with him last night. Also, why is he paying attention to me, he never bothered doing that before. Hmm maybe this place was really getting to him.

"I do eat" I mumbled after a while of silence, which earned a stern glare from the man sat before me.

"Don't lie to me, I have noticed your eating habits or in this case lack thereof" he spoke, in his composed cold ass tone.

"Why are you asking me this? Or why do you even care? Has staying with me made you soft Mr King?" I said trying to brush this topic off. Plus I liked annoying him so win - win for me.

He stayed silent.

"The key had a number on it" he said making me sit up as finally there was something interesting he had to say.

"Also hiding it under our pillow really?" He said titling his head at me as if I were a little child who did something stupid.

"Hey! I wasn't in my most creative mode then" I replied crossing my arms and shrugging.

"Well, the key had a small number written on the side of it which I have no clue how you missed it as it was really obviously there" he said in an "oh I'm better than you and you're stupid" tone. Of course he would never miss a moment to show me my stupidity.

I scoffed. Stupid men.

"Thank you for that enlightening lecture but could you tell me what the number is?" I spoke narrowing my eyes at his cold exterior. Definitely a mountain.

"3" he said.

3? There was nothing special about the number 3, as far as I knew. Why were the keys numbered?

"Ah, I see you guys have seen the numbers" a very familiar voice spoke out as I sighed.

"Yes mother, would you be kind enough as to tell us, why there are numbers on the keys?" I spoke out resting my forehead on my hands.

This place is making me feel uneasy and mothers extra twists are not helping.

"That information I am unable to disclose until the end of your... journey" she said making me bang my head onto the table.

"I'm going to kill myself" I groaned out.

"It would be good if you didn't, my wife's death would not look good in front of the press" my oh so lovely husband spoke.

He loves me so much.

Gosh I want to smack his head on this table, repeatedly.

"Where's the next key?" He said directed towards mama King who stayed silent.

"Hellooooo" I sang out which earned a look of distaste from Enrique.

What a drama queen, I sound beautiful.

"Right, so she's disappeared" I mumbled slumping in my chair.

"Follow me" Enrique said pulling me up by my arm which can I say, he did very gently with complete and utter care towards not hurting my skin. There was definitely no red hand marks afterward!