BLOODY LOVE'S
Chapter 11's
“Uncle can't do this to me!” jose was upset when he finally got home.
Marco was in the living room, drinking tea with Edgar and Renata. The three only glanced at a glance before returning to their respective busyness. Edgar and Marco discuss each other while Renata makes embroidery in the form of red roses.
“Good! You're ignoring me now!” Jose walked to their center and sat down on Marco's side.
His father sighed, looking bored. “If there's something, talk like a real man, Jose. Don't scream like a four-year-old. And you're dirty. "
The rebuke made Jose's cheeks heat up. He cleared his throat slowly, then got up from the chair again. “Uncle pulled me home with two patrol cops.”
“Then?”
“That's a shame,” says Jose with the rest of his pride. On the right, his mother smiled hiding a laugh.
“I told you I'd pick him up with the police if he didn't come home in time,” Marco reported. He put his shoulders down briefly and said, “He didn't come home in time. And not to the Discussion Building either.”
“Not so—"
“You didn't promise Lord Dominic either, did you?” cut his father cold.
“I did make an appointment with him,” Jose said hastily. “But he didn't come, so I went alone to the Discussion Building. Then in the middle of the road I saw—“
“See?” sue mom.
“Eh, see my other friend.” Jose did not name Sir William because no one wanted to know that he was stalking the new man. He also refused to say that he was going south. “I followed him but he disappeared into South Bjork."
"You going there?" Marco stared hard.
Jose shakes. "No. But I just realized that the police weren't patrolling all the way there. Why?"
“They are not entitled.”
“Because they are poor?”
“One of them,” said Marco coldly.
Jose almost protested, but his father raised a hand as a code to ask for silence.
Jose thought of Nolan. The girl was indeed rough-mouthed, but intelligent. He wanted to meet and talk to her a little more, but in the end just nodded to obey her father.
Well, a meeting at the Discussion Building could be arranged sometime. For tonight, that's it. Jose decided to give a obedient nod. “I sleep first,” he said as he got up.
Marco looked at him seriously before saying, “Remember, if there are sounds of horses, do not go out.”
“I know.”
“What horse?” ask Renata in surprise.
Marco gave an explanation in a calm and low voice, but Jose was not in the mood to listen. He went to his room on the second floor of the west wing.
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Am I dreaming? No. gabe.
Jose's awake. He heard a noise. The sound of the horse and its neighing. It's weird that nobody heard it but Jose. He pulled out the blanket and walked down from the bed.
Marco has warned not to go down and see, but Jose thinks if he only looks at home there will be no problem. He won't leave the house. This agitated horse's clamor and neighing sound was similar to the one he had heard lately.
Jose was suspicious and curious. He wanted to see the greatness of the creatures that made people's blood run out. What will that creature be?
And what made him most curious was, what was that creature doing in his palace?
It can be seen from the Jose corridor wing. There is a window on the wall that shows a little view that leads to the stables. The Higgins cottage is also visible from there. Jose decides to peek with his Christmas gift binoculars.
He walked tiptoed out of the room and down the corridor, looking for the window he meant. The house is dark and dim. There are only a few dim candle lights that are lit as lighting devices for the road if there is a need at night.
Jose found a window facing the stables, unobstructed by trees. He leaned against the side of the window, then pointed the binoculars at the stables. For some time all he could do was stare at his restless horses, stare at each other, then shake his head in agitation.
Bored, Jose shifts the binoculars to Higgins' cabin, and what he sees makes Jose almost exclaim in horror. Still with his mouth open, he took a few steps back, then ran across the hallway towards the east wing of the house.
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