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Killing Time: Chapter Three

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The old feelings were returning ones I thought had long since died. They died when my mother did. But Hawthorne was dredging up the memories, the laughter, my past.

“Trust me?” Hawthorne asked, extending his hand to me.

I stared at him, evaluating if I wanted to take this step. His eyes held the promises of my old life; they held the unforgotten friendship between us, the promise of no harm from him. Those green depths drew me in and I relented, taking his hand and linking my fingers through his. “Always.” I whispered in answer to his question. I almost laughed when I asked “So what’s your plan?”

He bent his head slightly, a glint in his eyes as he whispered “You really want to know?” When I nodded in answer he simply said “There isn’t one.” And opened the door.

“What?” I said, smile gone as he pulled me down the corridor.

"We're just going to have to wing it, the only way it's going to work." He said to me when we got to the corner.

"You said you had a plan!" I exclaimed.

"Sometimes the plan has to be that there isn't one, now I thought you trusted me?"

I rolled my eyes, "Of course, so what now?"

"We need to get you back to my room."

"Your room? No, I have to meet someone; I may have missed them already."

"Meet someone? The Emperor isn't dead yet though." He said quietly as he checked around the corner.

"Yet.” I emphasised. “But I still have to meet them, I need more time."

He brought his head back, green eyes sad. "Come, it's safe. Where is it we need to go then?" He asked as he dragged me around the corner and kept me close to his side as we walked carefully down the hall. He let go of my hand to drape his jacket gently on my shoulders, successfully covering up the bloody and ripped shirt underneath. He reclaimed my hand but just as I was about to answer his question, I was interrupted.

“Hawthorne! Is that you? With a girl?” I didn’t recognise his voice.

“Yes it is, what you never seen one before Conor?” Hawthorne joked with him.

“Of course I have, just thought you hadn’t.” Conor replied as he reached us.

“What is it you want?” Hawthorne was tense beside me as I observed his friend. His uniform fitted him well, showing off his muscles. Dark hair was scattered over his head in a mess and his blue eyes were darker than I’d ever seen before, but they were untainted like Hawthorne’s. His stubble gave him the “badass” edge which probably won him all the ladies. A bruise chased up his jawline adding to his tough image. From his appearance I assumed he had just come from a fight or something.

“I wondered where you’d got to when you didn’t show up to train. Now I know.” The smile that graced his face told me all I needed to know; I could trust him.

“Conor, are you really that oblivious? There was an attempt on the Emperor’s life earlier.” Hawthorne explained calmly while I tensed up.

“I thought you would have had the scum by now, it has been 2 hours and you’re telling me you haven’t?” My heart was in my mouth while they casually talked about catching me with me stood right there.

“You do know who it was that tried to kill him, right?” Hawthorne asked squeezing my hand gently.

“Nobody knows, do they? Don’t tell me you do, why am I always last to know?” He complained with a pained look. The points in his favour were going up.
“It was the Princess.”

“What? She hasn’t been heard from in 5 years, what’s she doing here?” Conor asked as I worked to keep my face straight.

“Well, she’s here now. Perhaps you should pay more attention.” Hawthorne smiled knowingly.
Conor laughed “Like that’s going to happen, boss, you know me.”

“Yes I do, now I have business to attend to.” Hawthorne said as we turned away.

“Wait, aren’t you going to introduce me to your pretty little friend?”

“I’m not little.” I retorted turning back again.

“She speaks! I had wondered.” He laughed again but I kept my scowl at being called “pretty” and “little” in the same sentence. “Now what’s your name, love?”

“My name is not important.” I said cryptically, enjoying myself a little bit too much.

“Ooh, a mystery woman, I like it.” He smiled again. My scowl vanished as I laughed. “I shall just have to make one up for you, won’t I?” He said whilst studying me.

“Why do I need a name?” I asked as he took in my men’s trousers that clung to my legs and Hawthorne’s baggy jacket covering the rest of me.

“Because I need something to call you by if I ever see you again.” The cheeky glint in his eyes told me all I needed to know.

“Oh trust me, you probably won’t.”

“You still need a name.”

“I never said I didn’t, just that you weren’t having it.” This was way too much fun.

“You know, I think I like you.” He said taking a few steps back as Hawthorne and I took a few steps in the other direction.

“Then you’ve made a mistake, it’s not good to like me.” I said feeling the sadness creep back into me.

“Hey chin up; if Hawthorne likes you then I was going to anyway.” He smiled one last time before turning away.

“Be careful, Conor.” I called after him as we turned the corner.
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