Page 26 of Royals
I turn around, looking behind me, trying to remember if I’d made a turn anywhere while I’d been busy arguing with Miles Montgomery in my mind, but no, apparently I was too angry to notice my surroundings.
Aaaaand I’m lost.
Like. Really lost.
Which is stupid because this is a house, not the freaking Amazon rain forest, but it’s a reallybighouse, and it’s filled with more hallways and rooms than I’d accounted for.
Okay. We didn’t take any stairs going from my room to Seb’s, so maybe I’m at least on the right floor? Unless the hallways slope and I didn’t notice.
Ugh.
I tuck the blanket a little more tightly around me and start heading back the way I came. I’m not someone who’s easily spooked, but this is all just a liiiiiitttttle too Gothic for me, swanning around the dark halls of a castle at night. Plus, I’d also dealt with having a charming scoundrel in my room,anda fight with a stuck-up snob.
Not even a full two days into my trip, and I was already going full Jane Austen.
There’s a lamp on one of the nearby hall tables, and I walk over to it, deciding that some light might help me get my bearings. As I flip it on, something behind the painting hanging above the lamp catches my eye.
It’s... the hilt of a knife?
Maybe you can resist pulling out what appears to be a dagger from a little leather holster hidden behind a painting, but I’m not that strong.
The metal is cold when I draw out the knife, and sure enough, it’s a short, sharp dagger, just... strapped to the wall. Are castles more dangerous than I thought? Gotta arm yourself just to walk down a corridor?
“It’s for the painting.”
I whirl around, the little knife still in my hand. It’s Miles, of course, standing in the doorway with his hands clasped behind his back.
I look back at the blade. “The painting needs a dagger?” I ask. “Why? In case it gets in street fights with the other art?”
To my surprise, Miles actually cracks a smile. Okay, it’s not so much a smile as a tiny lifting of one corner of his mouth, but given that I’ve barely seen anything from him other than contempt and disdain, it’s close enough.
“In case there’s a fire,” he says, walking a little farther into the room, “someone can slash the painting out of the frame quickly and carry it to safety.”
I get that, but it also strikes me as really stupid. If there’s a fire, who cares about art? Even really fancy art.
“Rich people are weird,” I say, and that little baby smile Miles was working on dies immediately.
“It’s priceless art,” he tells me, and I put the knife back into its holster. It makes a littleschicknoise in the quiet corridor.
“I happen to think my life is kind of priceless, but whatever.”
We face each other, and after a moment, Miles takes a deep breath.
“I’m sorry,” he says, even though the words come out like someone is holding a gun—or a tiny dagger—to his head. “I shouldn’t have implied anything about you and Seb. He’s... it’s just been a long night.”
I notice he doesn’t apologize for his general jerkitude before that, but then he tilts his head to the left and says, “I’ll show you back to your room.”
I don’t want to spend any more time with him, but I’m glad he doesn’t bother to mention how obviously lost I got in the five minutes I was away from him, so I just nod and follow him.
It doesn’t take nearly as long to get back as I’d thought it would, which means I definitely took a wrong turn or twelve, and as we walk down my hallway, I say, “Okay, seriously, how does anyone find their way around this place?”
Miles shrugs. “A lot of people don’t. Sherbet says that in the thirties, his great-grandparents used to give every guest a silver bowl full of a different color of confetti. That way, you could leave a trail back to your room.”
I stop in the hallway, scuffing my foot over the carpet. “You’re making that up.”
But Miles shakes his head. “God’s truth,” he swears. “’Course Sherbet says it was more so that people could find their way to each other’s rooms.”
“Aren’t you afraid you’re just giving me hints?” I ask him, then wiggle my fingers. “Might spend all night cutting special confetti to lure Seb into my womanly clutches.”
