Hiraeth | Sebastian Sallow Love Story

Chapter Thirteen: The Pub from Hell

Sebatian?" She heard the woman calling him from the bed, "Wer ist es?"

That same annoyance from last night came rushing back and she couldn't explain the rush of anger that accompanied it. Once again, she pushed any and all feelings behind the wall.

Instead, she set her steely gaze on the brute in front of her, "I'm going to do some research. You can go back to the woman in your bed since finding the Basilisk isn't as important as finding your next orgasm."

Sebastian's eyebrows raised, irritatingly so, and he dropped her bag next to the door. He leaned down slightly, another challenge in his eyes. "If I'm not mistaken, I'd say you're jealous, shortcake. I told you if you'd played nice last night, you'd have found out exactly how big the snake is. Instead you wanted to be a brat and got punished."

"Punished?" Gracie echoed humorlessly, "I think you are mistaken. I'll be sure to have the staff send up breakfast as a thank you to the woman in there. Now I don't have to spend more time with you and I can go find a library in peace."

His expression changed, looking surprisingly excited. "You're going to a library?"

"No."

"You're lying. Hold on." Sebastian barked out an order behind him, "Du musst gehen." He turned back to her, "She's leaving. Give me time to shower and get ready. I'll meet you in the lounge."

Gracie nodded after a moment, "Alright. Hurry."

Once he closed the door, the witch smirked to herself.

Wait for him?

Not a fucking chance.

Chapter Thirteen: The Pub from Hell

Her eyes skimmed the pages of the stolen book while she munched on a Swiss pastry. They looked more like little cake bars, but the merchant had enticed her to buy Leckerli for breakfast. Spiced cookies with bits and pieces of candied citrus peels and almonds. If there was candied orange in the treat, then it's considered a breakfast pastry, right?

The spell translated the Swiss-German to English before her eyes. Basel Minster or Basler Münster is a Catholic Cathedral rebuilt in 1356 due to an earthquake... She frowned and glanced down a few sentences. Between 1852 and 1857 , the rood scene was moved and the crypt was closed for major restorations. That was fairly recent.

"What is a rood screen?" She murmured, bringing the pastry to her lips. A hand grabbed her wrist and she looked up more horrified to see someone leaning over her to take a big bite out of her pastry. It had been as big as her palm and now more than half of it was gone, "You demon."

The scent of Eucalyptus and mint hit her, but she was still staring glumly at her pastry. Sebastian took a seat on the bench next to her, licking his lips from the dusting of Dutch cocoa powder. "I'll show it to you, but it's essentially a choir screen. A partition between the chancel and nave, but it's more or less just an open tracery that's constructed from wood, stone, or iron."

Gracie blinked, "Huh?"

"The rood screen. Keep up, will you? You got more sleep than I did." He noted with a lecherous grin, reaching into the bag beside her to steal one of her Leckerli cookies. She smacked his hand causing his eyes to flash, "Shortcake, sharing is caring."