Where am I? This was weird. One minute, I'm speaking with Alistair, then Ciel and Lady Elizabeth. Then, I was dancing with Sebastian and that's where I draw a blank. Was I still at Phantomhive Manor? This wasn't the guest room I stayed in last time. This room was more tastefully decorated than the guest room with dark, muted colors.

"Ms. Olivier," a warm, comforting voice broke the silence, "How are you feeling?"

"Sebastian?" I sat up, starting to feel every ache and pain in my body, mostly my head and the nauseam in the back of my throat. I haven't had hangovers this bad ever. What made this any different? Maybe because I was drinking champagne? No. I had champagne at my cousin's wedding a few years ago. I didn't get that much of a hangover from it. I didn't even drink that much…

"Please lie down," he insisted, gently lowering my head back into the pillows, "Are you alright?"

"I've been better," I groaned, "What happened?"

"The Viscount drugged you," Sebastian told, sitting at my bedside, "We think he was going to take you. And, not to frighten you, but more than likely, you would have been murdered for body parts."

"I what?" I gasped, "He drugged me to kill me?"

"Yes," he confirmed, handing me a cup of tea.

"So," I took slow sips. Ooh! Chamomile, "Essentially, you saved my life?"

"If you want to put it in those terms," Sebastian said, "Yes. I did."

I think I might have broken him. I don't think Sebastian knew how to handle the hero title. I could see his brain fizzle out in his eyes. I put my head in his lap, "I'm sorry."

"For what?" he wondered.

"I made you worry about me," I explained, "You shouldn't have to take care of me. And I screwed up our dance…"

"Ms. Olivier," Sebastian scolded me, "It's no trouble at all. I promise you. As for our dance, we can always make up for it some other time. Now, please…Get some rest."

"I want to go home," I spoke softly, "Can I go home?"

"I'm afraid not," Sebastian got up from my bedside, "With the Viscount still out there and knowing what he knows about you, it'd be best if you were to not leave my sight. I've already taken the liberty of contacting your editor and you won't be going to work for a while either. You will be staying here twenty-four hours a day. Now, get some rest, Ms. Olivier. I don't want to have to tell you again."

"Ok," I finished my tea and made myself comfortable, "Sebastian…?"

"Yes?"

"I've been meaning to ask you," I looked over at him standing in the doorway, "Where am I? This isn't the guest room."

"You're absolutely right," Sebastian's smirk returned to his face, "This isn't the guest room…"

"Where am I then?" I asked him once more.

"I told you that you weren't leaving my sight," he reiterated, "This is my bedroom, Ms. Olivier…Good night."

Because I was going to sleep after that. Nope. Not happening. I was in Sebastian's bed! And I wasn't leaving his sight? Huh…Way to go, Lumi. You just had to take the interview, didn't you? Maybe it was fate or destiny or something like that, but I couldn't really complain. The bed was comfortable and Phantomhive Manor wasn't too bad of surroundings. God knows I could use the vacation.

But when normal people go on vacation, usually they go to the country or maybe do some traveling, but not me. Oh, no. When I go on vacation, it's forced because some psychopath viscount wants to sell my organs on the black market! Not only is it forced, but heaven forbid that I go somewhere normal. I have to vacation at PHANTOMHIVE MANOR! What have you gotten yourself into, Lumi…?

Positives. Look at the positives. You won't have to worry about your safety. You're in good company. You don't have to go to work and deal with Jamison. You wake up to breakfast and you don't even have to be the one to make it. There you go, Lumi. See? This isn't all bad. This might actually be fun…Optimism. It won't hurt. Not to mention what I had to look at every day.

And if Sebastian didn't want me out of his sight, I had a feeling that I was going to spend a lot more time with him…