"I just went for a breather, y'know, to get my head around everything," I said, as nonchalantly as I could.
Darragh pulled back, and took my hand in his. "So, why are you shaking?"
Damn. You'd think I would of had that in control, by now.
"You're being very demanding, and I'm scared," I said defensively.
He laughed, but it wasn't warm. "Yeah, whatever," He scoffed, taking my keys and opening the door.
He took my hand again, and pulled me inside, slamming the door with unnecessary force.
"Trying to break my door again?" I asked sarcastically, my eyebrows raised.
He sat down at the table, ignoring my comment.
"Lizzie, where were you this morning? Because the scent on your clothes, was not one I recognised, and I know every Hayes scent."
I breathed out in relief. He hadn't quite figured everything out, he was just worried... maybe a little jealous?
"I just met a friend, an old friend,"
"An old friend? I didn't think you liked endangering your old friends, Liz." He said, and by his tone, I knew he didn't believe me for one second.
"Okay... Okay. Look, just don't freak out, okay?"
"Lizzie, I'm getting more freaked out by the milisecond," He said anxiously. "Where were you?"
"I... followed a lead," I said hesitantly, turning away from him.
He immediately got up, and pulled me to him. "Yeah? What happened?"
I twisted, his hands on my wrists. He let them go, and wrapped his arms around my waist. My heart was back flipping... Lying was a difficult task with him that close... And maybe he knew that.
"Lizzie, I'll help," He said softly.
"I found something," I let out in a gasp, no longer caring.
He went over to the sofa, pulling me with him, and said nothing, waiting for me to go on. Sat there, with his anxious green eyes on me, I told him everything.
"I went to Connor's, looking for him, hoping he'd gone back there," I gushed, not waiting for his reaction. "I found something, a strand of hair. It wasn't much, but I was able to get a scent off of it. I spent all of last night, looking, searching... Then I found it again, about ten miles from here," I said hurriedly, not wanting to linger on the details, his eyes were anxious enough as it was.
He let his head fall into his hands, and groaned.
"Lizzie... Tell me this isn't going where I think it is," He said, his voice pained.
"I hopped the wall. It was so easy, no barriers, no security, no protection. That worried me, they felt far too secure. I waited within the trees, on the outskirts of the grounds, waiting for I don't know what. I saw two women leave, and from what I gathered in their thoughts, I had the coven who murdered Michelle. Then, someone came," I said, and hesitated, before hurrying on. "I escaped, and came back here."
Darragh said nothing. He just sat there, head in hands. Suddenly, he pulled his head up, and ran his hands through his hair. He stopped, and looked at me.
"Don't do that, or anything like it, ever again - without me," He said, pulling me into a hug. "You could of gotten hurt, you need back up," He whispered into my ear. "Promise you'll bring me with you?"
I looked up at him. "You're not mad?" I asked, incredulous.
"I'm mad you almost killed yourself, but, it's you. What did I expect?" He laughed to himself. "Plus, it's why I love ya," He said, grinning.
And what could I say to that?
Because nothing was clear. I wanted to ask, "Love me how, Darragh? Love me as a friend? Or do you love me as I love you?"
But no. Perhaps the ambiguity, was better than rejection.