Chapter 1
I hurried past the last security guard, eager to get on the plane and sleep. As I walked towards my seat, I noticed two passengers holding hands and felt a pang of jealousy. I was alone, having left Sebastian in my room.
Sebastian burst into the room, looking around wildly for Ciel. 'Ciel?' he almost shouted. A soft whimper came from the corner, inside the cupboard. 'Ciel?'
He moved closer to the sound. 'Leave me alone,' Ciel said, his voice hoarse. Sebastian strode forward, pulled open the door and gathered Ciel in his arms, pressing his face into Ciel's hair. Ciel pushed back at Sebastian's chest and stood up, leaving Sebastian looking confused and hurt. 'What's wrong, Ciel?' Sebastian asked. Ciel turned away. 'Ciel –'Sebastian started, but Ciel, neither saying a word or turning around, thrust a small piece of paper in Sebastian's direction. 'What is this?' Sebastian asked, taking the paper.
For Ciel: £500'000
Signed: Undertaker
'I realise now,' Ciel croaked, turning around. His eyes were red, a sign that he'd been crying. 'I made a huge mistake.' On the word 'mistake' his voice cracked.
'What?'
'I don't date demons.'
Ciel walked out, slamming the door behind him.
Sebastian stood in the room, eyes frozen in shock.
'Mr Phantomhive, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to sit down.' A voice cut through my thoughts. A stewardess was standing in front of me, her eyes crinkled with concern.
'Oh,' I replied, my voice completely devoid of emotion. 'Sorry.'
I sat down and buckled my seatbelt. The stewardess said something else, but I was no longer listening. I started to think. Should I have pushed him away like that? Had I been too harsh? Should I even have said that? And now I was flying across the country… My thoughts again drifted back to Sebastian. Was he still standing there? Did he hate me now? What if – and I felt a stab of pain for thinking this – what if he had already found someone else?
No, I berated myself for thinking that. He wouldn't do that. I trust him.
For the rest of the journey I tried not to think about Sebastian and what I had just done.
When the seat belt light went off, I immediately unbuckled it and got up to go to the toilet. As I was waiting in the queue, I saw a girl not-so-discretely check me out and when she met my eyes, she winked. I wished the people in front of me would hurry up. Again, reluctantly, my mind drifted back to Sebastian. What was he doing now? Was he just going to carry on with life? Did he even care?
Someone cleared their throat behind me.
'The young master did not inform me of his future events,' said a voice I recognized – no, even loved – and I turned around.
Standing there, his black hair glistening in the light, was Sebastian.