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Beth sat on the window seat so she was opposite Robert. The two of them sat in silence for a while.

“You know, I’ve spoken more with you than I have with Alex the past two days,” Beth murmured.

“Really? I can well imagine that my brother doesn’t know we’ve been talking at all,” Robert assumed correctly.

“I’d like it to stay that way for now.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything anyway; he might have felt the need to escort you everywhere to protect you from the evil vampire menace,” Robert said jokingly.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he did that to be honest.” The two of them smiled and sat in silence again. “What did you mean last night when you said that you felt betrayed?”

“In 1773?”


“I can’t tell you. It’s not exactly my secret to share.”

“Okay,” she said, conceding.

“Beth!” said her mother from the hall. “Who are you talking to?”

“I’m just talking to myself,” she replied.

“Oh, okay.”

When there were sounds of her mother going back downstairs, Robert asked, “Shall I go?” He moved as if to jump from the window ledge.

“No,” Beth said, grabbing his arm. She let go and blushed, drawing her hand back. “Sorry.”

“Not a problem. You’re very beautiful when you blush.” That comment made Beth blush even more.

Robert smiled. The skin of their arms brushed accidentally. Beth felt a shiver pass down her spine.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she lied.

“I’m going to go now, let you go to bed.”

“No you’re not,” Beth said. Robert raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to come inside.”

Robert’s eyes flashed dangerously dark for a moment, before being replaced by a smile.

“It doesn’t work that way,” Robert said.

Beth knew it did; it had worked for Alex and Catalin. She decided to play along anyway.

“Then I formally invite you inside my house.”

“You have to say it in Latin,” he said with a grin.

Beth rolled her eyes and pulled Robert inside by his arm. She knew he could have resisted, but he didn’t. She sat him down on her bed.

“I’m just going to get changed so I can at least pretend I’m going to bed,” Beth said, pulling some pyjamas out of her drawer.

Beth hurried into her en suite but when she emerged, Robert was gone. The curtains were blowing out of the window and there was a small note on the bed sheet.

Don’t tempt me.

Beth picked up the note, running her finger along the writing. It was the most beautiful handwriting Beth had ever seen. It swirled and ran together easily. The capital D was so amazing; it looked more like a work of art than a letter. It was written on a small piece of plain white paper. The note looked as though it had been photocopied straight out of a history book.

The End

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