Details

Chapter 4: Down a Chimney

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Chapter 4: Down a Chimney

Sang P.O.V.

The pantry was a mess. I shook my head in resignation. This was the third time in a week that I'd been assigned to a room that was in such a terrible state. It couldn't be a coincidence. The house was usually pristine, yet somehow these rooms suddenly descended into chaos when I was on cleaning duty. Call me paranoid, but I smelled the heavy scent of lilac and lavender lingering on the clutter.

It had been five days since the drugging incident and while it seemed like I had gotten away with warning them, Muriel had not let up in the slightest. I was a bit concerned that Mr. Blackbourne and Victor had not reprimanded her about her role in the incident. The smug look she kept sending me and the things she did to make my time at the house miserable let me know that she hadn't learnt any lessons that day.

After Mr. Blackbourne and Victor had settled things, Victor had come back to let me know that the coast was clear. He'd disappeared soon after, presumably to take care of some other things for his trip, and I hadn't had the chance to ask him about what had happened.

I hadn't seen any of guys since Victor left for his conference on Friday, and I wondered if I was going to see them again. I found myself hoping that I would. Despite what Muriel had said to me before, I enjoyed meeting all of them. The last meeting was far from ideal, but frankly I didn't want to stay away from them. A small part of me needed to keep interacting with them, if only to reassure myself that people like them really did exist.

The memory of last Thursday made me smile. I'd been a nervous mess as I fell into the room, straight into Silas. He'd been so big, I had been terrified for a moment.

He had steadied me after I'd so rudely crashed into him, and his arms had been warm and gentle. There were soft lines around his eyes and mouth that told me he liked to laugh. It was a bit ridiculous that I was terrified by a small girl like Muriel, yet I was put at ease simply by seeing the kind and happy eyes of the intimidating giant.

Silas had an accent, something Mediterranean, if I were to venture a guess, and it made even the simplest sentence hypnotizing. His skin had a nice olive tone and his nose was strong and slightly hooked. He'd called me 'Aggele Mou' later on, and it also rang Mediterranean to me. Greek, perhaps?

I'd tried to figure out what he'd said, but I hadn't been able to find a Greek dictionary. If I limited the possibilities to only things that would be acceptable to use as names or nicknames, and compared the words to other words that I did know in English, I had a very short list of translations. Since it was two words, I could narrow it down more. One of the words was likely to be an adjective of some sort, I imagined. Aggele sounded suspiciously like Angel, and Mou could be a possessive pronoun...