Chapter Seventy-Five
James’ Point of View:
“But you just used the restroom,” I said.
“Yes, but I need to go again,” she said this time more seriously.
“Please yourself,” I replied.
“I will be waiting, patiently,” I concluded as she left the room.
“Now that you are fully seated, where is Fiona?” I inquired with all seriousness.
She gave a long sigh and started, “James, you need to be ready for what I am about to tell you. Remember those dreams of Fiona’s where people bowed to her?” I nodded in agreement, just wanting her to get straight to the point.
“Well, it seems it is true. Some very oddly looking creatures tried to attack her in her house, and thank God for Tristan,” she continued.
Why does this guy have to be involved with anything Fiona was in? What was he doing there?
“I wanted to go with them, but Tristan was there, and you remember the woman that we met whom Fiona said might be her mother?” I nodded in disapproval.
“Well, I wanted to go with them, but they insisted that I should not come with them as it was too dangerous, that this might be more than I could handle, so they advised I come home while they remain at the store,” she ended sadly.
“You should check there. I’m sure she’ll be there; I am sure that they will keep doing better at protecting her than you, or I can.”
“Okay,” was the only short reply that I could give her.
I knew she was scared but I was disappointed. How could you leave your friends with total strangers? Is that even fair? She should not have left her alone with them.
“Where are you going?” she asked when I stood up to leave.
“To find Fiona,” I said and left. I heard her asking me to wait, but I was too determined not to turn back now.
I walked back towards Fiona’s house. Thank God for the billboard, I would not have been able to find the store because it was hidden from plain sight, more deliberate than just location.
The store was locked, and I could guess from the building behind it, that it must be the owner’s home. I went over and knocked, no answer. I decided to go in, and the house was empty.
I could swear I went dead that minute when no one was there. A lot of questions in my head, checking out all the options, the possibility of them hurting her, and the level of protection they could offer.
“Tristan!” I thought it was rather too loud.
From the little details I gathered from him, I knew where he lived. This was one of the many benefits I must have gotten from following him around. If he or Fiona were not there, I would have to come up with another plan.
I thought about all that Eleanor had said to me. Fiona’s being a princess, Veronica’s possible involvement, Tristan’s surprising appearance just at the time of trouble, always there to save. Who did this guy think he was anyway?
What if this meant he and Fiona were destined for each other? If she was a princess, then fate had someone for her.
Could it be Tristan and not me? In books, that was how it always happened. The guy is always there to save the princess. Perhaps I should do just that.
I had even opened the door and could hear voices like they were whispering. I did not think twice before I hurriedly pushed the door open.
The first pair of eyes I caught were Tristan’s. I could not wait to put my hands on this guy. He more than deserves it.
“He is not why I am here,” I thought, with my eyes scanning the room, looking for you know who, Fiona.
I turned to look at a more terrified look from Fiona like they were not expecting me. She had got up and hugged me and, for a moment, I was confused.
Too many thoughts ran around my head, and I just dropped them all at once for her ears. I wanted to stop talking, to stop asking questions, but I could not help myself.
Tristan’s Point of View:
There was a loud knock on the door, whoever it was was very anxious or angry. Everyone was taken aback by the knock. Who would be visiting us? We deliberated on whether to open the door or not.
“Could it be that they found us?” Kira had said, and we all burst out laughing, she had this confused look that said she did not know what we found so funny.
“They would not knock like that, Your Majesty. They would already be inside. Why bother knocking when you can just open the door?” he had said. She seemed satisfied with the answer though.
I see how she drops her face in shame when Drew refers to her as “her majesty.” She had this modest humility, a royal one rather.
I opened the door and there stood some guy I could not recognize.
“Who are you?” I was surprised.
“Who are you?” he asked back and would have pushed me aside if I was not so strong.
“This is why Molly stays, I want to see her,” and I suddenly knew who it was. It was no other than Molly’s boyfriend.
Have I not told any one of them to not bring their friends here? Why would Molly break that rule?
Before I could say another word, Molly was already in his arms.
“Babe? What are you doing here? I told you not to come here?”
“Well, since you have refused to answer my calls, I decided to come check. Who is that guy, anyway?”
“Oh, that’s Tristan, and we were having like this big family reunion, you know, so I have to keep my phone aside,” Molly said. I could not stand these lovers; they were all over each other.
“Okay. How about we start our introductions?” He asked.
“And I can just go back home,” he concluded after he saw the look on everyone’s face.
“Oh, here’s my auntie Veronica, and there’s my younger sister Fiona, Jesse, Tristan and you should know Drew. You guys have met.”
Drew had gone over to the guy and said hello while the rest of us just waved at him. He must have sensed the tense and weird environment because he left just as soon as he came in.