But pray tell me, what is that one that you hold in your hand?” At this I rolled my eyes, and instead of answering her I heard her pathetic girly cry of exhilaration.
“Oh, Fitzwilliam, it's beautiful and it will fit me perfectly for it will match my eyes quite handsomely, do you not think?”
“No, I do not,” I muttered, and then moved my lips around as if I was her and acting ridiculous.
“Oh yes… I believe, I think very much so, I mean to say, I think very much so,” he said, correcting himself and making me sigh at the sound.
“You are so funny and amuse me greatly,” she said, making me roll my eyes and tense, because in my book I wanted to slap her for her reply as it sounded anything but a compliment, for she was clearly laughing at him! It was in this moment I couldn't stand it any longer, I had to take a peek and unfortunately when I did, it offered me very little as he had his back to me.
Although, it was clear that fashion hadn't exactly changed much since my last time here. At least not for the gentlemen anyway. I could see he had taken off his hat, for it hung now in his gloved hand by his side. He also wore a dark green cloak of sorts that was down to his knees. Black boots were worn, no doubt to navigate the cold wet weather and muddy streets. But the only features I could see he personally owned was the flowing, long wavy brown hair. Something that was currently tied back by a black ribbon and even without seeing his face, I was itching to run my fingers through it.
As for the woman, she was still dressed in some Grecian costume, and just as he was about to say something else to her, a man came from around the corner. I quickly pulled down the brim of my hat to conceal my face when he saw me watching the two.
“Hey! You shouldn’t be back here!” he shouted out and unfortunately, that meant that my time spying on them was up. But not before I heard the woman gasp dramatically, holding her hand to her mouth. Doing so now as though I was some masked man there to rob them blind!
But I no longer cared about her, for I had finally gained what I needed as she had given it up in her distress. So, I turned around and ran, doing so now with more than just his last name and slight image of his back.
No, for now I had a first name, and one that I was looking forward to calling him…
Adam.
Twenty-Four
A BLOODY WELCOME HOME
“Adam,” I whispered the first moment I had chance, finding my back against a wall, placing the tips of my fingers at my lips as I said it.
“Oh Adam… my Adam,” I uttered again, adoring the sound it made and feeling my heart flutter because of it. Now all I needed was a face to go with the delectable name. Gods, but I wanted to paint all my body with the name and lie naked waiting for him to find me. I wanted to run to the highest of hills and scream his name to the world, telling all who could hear that he was mine.
But then of course… that wasn’t strictly true, for at the moment, he didn’t know me. Not my name, nor my face, but he would. He would… and soon.
I didn't know if Adam had seen me as I ran from the scene, after being chased by a big brute, one who obviously worked behind the stage. However, I knew that at least with a name and place he obviously liked to frequent, I felt confident that I would be able to find him again. But until then, I needed to get out of here and do so without being caught.
So I ran back the way I came, knowing the drunken thugs would be long gone by now. This was confirmed when I burst from the side door and continued running long after the big brute had stopped chasing me. Then, once I felt safe enough to do so, I had leant back against some building I didn't know, which led me to now.
“Adam,” I said his name again, if only to offer comfort to myself in place of being wrapped up in my Beast’s hand. Then I placed my palms to