Day Eight
Reaver had told her she was gone for a total of four days. When they finally arrived back at the manor the sun was just now peaking on the horizon on the eighth day. It was just as well. She knew she had to have been asleep for the total of twelve hours on the ship, if not more. The comfort of having Reaver by her side anytime she opened her eyes was warming and she wasn't sure if she could just go back to waking up alone. In fact...she didn't know how keen she was on being separated from Reaver at all. Okay, so she had a bit of a scare...that didn't mean she needed to cling onto him now. All that would do is leave the wrong impression. She felt herself even closer to him now. He was nothing like she had originally perceived. Then again...she had never seen Reaver "in love" before. What she wouldn't give to have had Reaver show her this side of him on his own. Not because of a spell. Now, she was beyond confused. She wished she could go back to being just confused. Well if there was a plus side to any of this at least her little aroused problem had successfully disappeared. Now that painful nagging in her heart was telling her she was actually falling for him. How, or why she was still uncertain. When they got back to the manor Hannah said her goodbyes and headed back to the tavern. Once she knew for sure that Sparrow was okay that is. She was barely able to move her feet in a steady pace considering how much sleep she had lost sleep in all the mess. She never could fall asleep on ships either.
When they entered the manor Sparrow parted ways with Reaver to go to her room. She wasn't tired nor was there anything of importance to do in there but she felt like she should try and keep her distance again. She laid in bed and tried to think of something she could do to keep her mind busy but nothing came to her. She decided to change into a pair of pants and her pink and black leather corset she had worn when she first entered the manor. She felt a little back to normal in doing this. She didn't have the energy nor the discipline to put on her makeup however. After maybe an hour went by of her fiddling around in her room there was a knock on the door. She hated how her heart quickened in anticipation. After all if he wanted to come to her it wasn't so bad right...?
Sure enough, when she gave the go ahead Reaver entered her bedroom with a grin on his face,
"Sorry to disrupt you love, but I have a gift for you and I just couldn't hesitate a moment longer." Reaver smirked and Sparrow couldn't resist rolling his eyes. Maybe if she wrote him a note that said "Don't buy me things!" He would be more inclined to remember.
"Reaver, just because I was kidnapped it doesn't mean I have changed my mind about the no gift policy." she grinned. Wait...when would he have even had the time to get her a present? Reaver chuckled and took a few steps into the room.
"Yes dear, I am aware of your conditions but I think you will change your mind rather quickly when you see it." Reaver winked and before she could object, she heard the sound of nails clicking on the hardwood floor. Her mind barely had time to register what it was she was hearing when a tiny wet tongue found her face. When she opened her eyes she saw the happy face of the puppy she had tried to rescue before that entire ordeal happened. He had hopped into the bed with her and was now yipping happily at her. Sparrow smiled and laughed in relief. She had feared that the worst had happened and she was to late to save the poor little thing. When she looked up she saw Reaver wearing another true smile and she greatly admired seeing this. They seemed to come more frequently then they used to.
"I made certain my remaining staff tended to the dog to bring it back to full health in our absence. Seeing how you cared enough to risk your life for him I assumed he was important to you." Reaver informed and made his way to sit next to her on the bed. The white puppy moved over to him when he sat down and nudged at his hand, in demand to get some attention. Reaver smirked and pet the small puppy which made him yip happily again. Seeing this made Sparrow unexceptionably happy. She was used to seeing the pirate pointing his pistol at everyone, including herself so seeing the once perceived evil man do something so simple as pet a puppy almost warmed her heart. He looked over to her and Sparrow knew she looked like a big grinning goof again but Reaver couldn't have been more ecstatic to see her so happy.
"So my love, what do you wish to name him?" he asked and Sparrow was a little surprised. The puppy was now laying down at the edge of the bed peacefully though it's tail kept wagging back and forth at a fast pace.
"I am to name him?" she questioned and Reaver chuckled.
"Of course, he's yours after all."
"Mine? Reaver I was pretty sure you hated dogs, yet you want to let a puppy live here with us?" Sparrow questioned. Recalling on their first encounter the guard at the door had informed Sparrow that under no circumstances were any animals allowed inside. Forcing her old dog Bear to have to wait outside for her.
"You like them, so that is what's important. I have never owned a pet in my life, so it may be nice change of pace. Besides, my maids are paid to keep the place tidy under all circumstances and quite frankly I think they are getting lazy." he jested with a smirk. Sparrow never thought she would own another dog but considering the little guys size he had to have barely been weened from his mother when those fiends took him. She couldn't return him to the wild, the wolves around here (or worse Balverines) would rip him apart! When she looked into those innocent ice blue eyes she was stuck anyway. Though she didn't know if any dog would replace Bear in her heart. She thought about it for a minute or two. She had never seen a pure white puppy in Albion before...
"Hm...I think I will name him Ghost. I know...real original huh?" Sparrow smiled when she saw Reaver smirk at the name she had mentioned.
"No less creative then mine. I would have picked Snow." Reaver stated. "I mean after you lost your dog to that insane man, you didn't even get the joy of having him revived after your wish so, I think it would do you some good to have a loyal companion on the few times I am away from you."
Sparrow smiled and reached forward and continued to pet the puppy now named Ghost. After a few moments of silence Reaver could not hold his tongue anymore. He knew how pure and good the woman next to him was, but he truly couldn't fathom why she had done what she did that day. He didn't understand then and he didn't understand now.
"Why did you do it Sparrow?" he said in a low whisper. Like he was still trying to keep it to himself rather then formally ask her. Sparrow cocked her head to the side and looked at him in bewilderment.
"Why did I...?"
"Why did you make the wish that you did at the spire? You had two other choices that would have actually benefited you, yet you chose the one where you gained nothing. Why did you do it?"
"I thought I had already made that clear Reaver..." Sparrow said quietly and started to feel awkward. Deep down, buried in her heart in a tight locked box, she had the occasional regret because of this. She didn't at the time. At the time she was one hundred percent sure she had made the right choice. Reaver turned a little on the bed so that he was facing her.
"Not entirely." Reaver answered. Starting to regret saying a word about it at all. He could see the storm raging behind those hazel eyes and the farthest thing that he wanted to do was upset her. But he had to know. Sparrow looked away and shrugged. Wishing she could provide a better answer then the one she had prepared.
"Because...it was the right thing to do." She answered. Trying to focus on Ghost or anything else in the room other then Reaver. He didn't know why but hearing that same generic answer sent him into a fury. He wanted to shake her, and almost beg her to for once do something for her. She had lived her entire life doing things she had to do and never spent a moment doing what she wanted. This above all else was why she confused him so much. He had met plenty of giving and caring people in his life but Sparrow made them all look like lowly criminals in comparison. How could one devote their life solely to the needs of others without tending to themselves at all? Reaver controlled his voice before he snapped at her.
"In a matter of speaking yes, but what is right? What is wrong? What is wrong for some is perfectly acceptable to others. Do you see where I am coming from? Sparrow no one would have seen you as less of a hero if you had chosen to bring the only people in this world that mattered to you. Did you not tell me that's what drove you all those years ago? Vengeance for what was done to your sister? How she was taken from you? Then you are presented with the opportunity to have her in your life again and you turn it down to rescue souls you have never met and probably never will?" Reaver paused only for a minute. Trying to judge if he had went to far or not. Looking at Sparrow's face, she didn't seem anymore upset then earlier, so he decided to keep going. If not only to get this off his chest.
"I know you wanted to be a role model for those less fortunate and I agree that is a commendable act but if you had chosen to bring your family back to life would that not also be an inspiration in it's self? To prove that if you go out and beat the odds you can still obtain your desire and your goals in life? Even if it seemed impossible? I just don't understand you, mon amour. I am trying my best to but I am failing miserably." Reaver said exasperated. Not sure if he could ever get his point across to the tender hearted hero. Sparrow sighed for a second and she had thought of everything Reaver had said a hundred times before and by all logic it made sense but the only thing she had in her defense was the feeling in her heart. Knowing others could have their family back. The needs of many outweighed the need of the few, or in this case the one. That's just the way she lived her life. It's the only thing that made sense to her. She couldn't help but feel a tiny bit of happiness come to her despite the somber conversation. Reaver truly must have listened to every word she said to him in order to remember all those details from just one previous conversation. It was a nice feeling. Knowing someone took so much stock into what she said.
"You are right Reaver...I can't tell you how many nights I stayed up praying that I could get Rose back. Or even praying that I had been the one that died...so she could still be here. I'd have done anything to get her back at the time, but do you really think I could be happy with my sister when I looked into the eyes of all those children who were missing their mothers and fathers? Seeing the memorials for the fallen and the many bouquets laying on top of them? Knowing at one time I had the power to bring them back and make it right?" Sparrow tried her best to explain but it still didn't seem to register to him. If anything it made him more contrary.
"That is not your burden to bare Sparrow. You were not the cause of those people's demise so why put it upon yourself to "make it right?" Faced with the same choices I can't think of another living soul that wouldn't have chosen to bring back their own loved ones. Even your best friend who grew up in a monastery confessed she would have."
Sparrow smiled for a second and raised her eyebrow to Reaver.
"I thought you would have chosen the wealth Reaver? Was that not your claim that same day?" she asked then watched Reaver closely. She watched a bitter half smile come across his face, then he subconsciously ran his hand through his hair.
"A claim made by someone who wasn't given the same choices. The only thing that would make me reluctant in making that choice is knowing my loved ones would not be happy to see me nor should they be. Still my decision wouldn't have been the same you made." Reaver explained and Sparrow could catch when he was being sad or remorseful even if he had grown to be able to hide it brilliantly. She should try and change the subject before they both ended up in a sour mood. When she racked her brain to try and figure out what to say next, Reaver's next words chilled her to the bone.
"What I am trying to ask my love is why are you so hell bent on throwing yourself onto the altar when the very people you do it for, give you nothing in return? I admire the goodness in you Sparrow, I truly do. And there is nothing wrong with being pure and devoted but do it to the people who are deserving of your love and affection. More importantly...why are you punishing yourself?"
Sparrow felt her stomach drop and she looked at Reaver directly to make sure he had said what she thought he had. From the stern look on his face she knew she had heard correctly. No one...no one had ever came to that conclusion about her. Theresa could see into other worlds and yet she had never been that observant with her. She was stunned. How could...
"What makes you think I am punishing myself?" Sparrow said a little to defensively for her own liking. Reaver sighed. He should have waited to broach this subject considering all she had just been through. Though it was this pesky need of hers that got her into all of it to begin with and would probably happen again. He had to correct the problem now or else he may not be able to save her next time.
"People become easy to read once you study them, and I have met every variety of people and personality's this twisted world has forged. You are difficult to read completely my love but it is the only logical conclusion I have been able to come up with to explain your irrational behavior. Every human being was born with the instinct to survive and to pursue happiness. You on the other hand dear Sparrow, fight that instinct and need with every fiber of your being. Knowing your good nature and moral standings I have deduced you have turned your sight of right and wrong upon yourself. Your choices in everyday life may mostly stem from your honest decency but you couldn't have been through what you have and seen what you have to not so much as purchase yourself a dress you desired without forcing yourself to feel guilty about it. So tell me my love...why?"
Sparrow's head was spinning and she felt almost like a child that had let a deep dark secret slip to a gossipy teen or something. Almost like she had been violated. That very fact had been in the back of her head for years but even she didn't acknowledge it or analyze it. She didn't know what to say nor how to even begin to explain herself.
"Because...I am not the perfect pure hero you or anyone else perceive me as. I have sinned and more importantly I have failed. I used to steal food as a kid almost everyday then lie and tell Rose I had worked to earn some gold. There just wasn't much work I could do being that small and Rose was always so stressed about money and how she was going to take care of me that's all I knew to do to take some pressure off of her. I couldn't save my sister. When she had done so much for me, I couldn't even save her from death. The entire time I was walking up those many stone steps into the castle I knew something was wrong and we needed to just run away but I didn't. Not only that but everyone important to me I couldn't help in their time of need. The night Hannah's father died, she had run off before I could catch up. I was wore out from fighting all those hollowmen in the cave and I was to slow. If I had made it past her I could have got there in time to stop that spire guard from killing him, but when I arrived it was to late. I have failed more often then I have done anyone good. In the spire with that damned collar on, I'd see the prisoners starving in their cells and no matter how hard I tried I would always pass out from the pain before I could sneak and feed each of them. So many died because I wasn't strong enough to help them. The only friend I made there Bob, had finally snapped under all the conditions we were under and when I tried to save him from the commandants wrath I couldn't and he died while I was screaming in pain on the ground. I am no hero. I am a glorified chump that got lucky a couple of times. Yet when it matters I fail." Sparrow said bitterly.
How many times had she thought of all those instances every single day? All she dreamed of as a kid in that tiny gypsy caravan was to stop the evil and the ugliness in this world so no one would have to go through what she did. So no body went to bed hungry, that no person was cut down in their prime and their families forced to move on without them. Yet even as a warrior she was still forced to watch it happen. Like she was a helpless child again. She felt a stubborn hot tear start to come out of her eye but Reaver caught it with his index finger before it could so much as fall down her her cheek. He grabbed her shoulders and sighed,
"Dearest you are a hero, but you are also human. You are allowed to make mistakes. You can't save them all Sparrow. Do you think any of the celebrated heroes of old didn't stumble at least once? Darling you judge yourself to harshly. The only thing I gathered from this story was that a young woman was put into horrible circumstances and dealt with them the best way she knew how. Stop and give yourself credit that you had the best intentions during all of it. This unneeded guilt you put yourself through is starting to become infuriating."
"I guess I just never thought I deserved anything...when I have let people down and there are so many others in need."
"Darling I will never tire of saying this, you are perfect. You deserve anything and everything your heart desires and I will try my damndest to make sure you have each and everyone of them. If anything the undeserving one is I, to have such an extraordinary woman in my life considering the true crimes I have committed." Reaver confessed out loud. Just to make sure Sparrow stayed focused on what an actual criminal was compared to the monster her own head made her out to be. Sparrow raised her eyebrow in confusion but felt touched at the same time. She was sure Reaver considered himself worthy of literally everything in Albion.
"Do you really think you are undeserving of me?" she questioned and Reaver smiled.
"Darling I question if anyone in this world is deserving of you." he answered sincerely. "All I can hope for is to make you happy and to be able to provide for and take care of you." Sparrow took his hand into hers and smiled at him. Immediately he felt his joy returning. By the shadows he couldn't have her away from him that long again. The simple feeling of her skin on his and he felt at peace.
"You know...I am perfectly capable of taking care of you too. You don't have to be the only one doing all the work you know?" Sparrow leaned forward and gave him a very brief kiss on the lips and decided to rest her head on his shoulder. She was starting to adore the sound of his heartbeat in her ear. Reaver laughed and wrapped his arms around her. She was back where she belonged and if all went as well as he had hoped then maybe he had gotten through to her too. Now if he could just move her out of this dreary room and into his, he would surely know bliss.
"Darling, I have taken care of myself and only myself for hundreds of years. Over indulgently so. I think it's time someone else took that spotlight, don't you? After all, I have to ensure my message to you has sunk in and that will take a tremendous amount of effort thanks to your unrelenting stubbornness. That's also why I took the liberty of hiding your sword from you, until I can be certain you won't be doing any adventuring or village saving during what I consider to be your vacation, effective immediately." Reaver smirked and nuzzled the top of her head. She was so tiny. It was hard to believe by sight alone that she was more deadly then any grizzled and hardened man in Albion. Sparrow laughed and almost wished she could stay in his arms for the rest of the day but he subtly yawned and she knew neither he or Hannah had received even half the sleep she had. She noticed Ghost was now fast asleep on the edge of the bed. His little paws would twitch every now and then. Looks like it was nap time.
"I think he fell asleep." She smiled and Reaver let out another yawn.
"I say, I think the pup has the right idea currently. If you do not mind dearest, I must retire for a few short hours. You are more then welcome to join me if you desire but given your recent captivity I understand if you would rather stretch your legs a bit. Be sure to tell the chef's what you want to have prepared for dinner. The least you could use is a decent meal." Reaver said giving her a quick squeeze before letting her go and giving her another quick kiss. "I will see you shortly my love." he stated and got up from the bed. As he headed towards the door Sparrow recalled a detail Reaver had said only a few moments ago.
"You didn't really hide my sword did you?" She questioned. Reaver smirked but remained silent even though he had clearly heard her. Sparrow waited for an answer but all she got was the sound of his footsteps getting farther and farther away. "...Reaver?"
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The day crept into the night and things were almost back to normal in the Bloodstone Manor. Sparrow was much more talkative and affectionate now but he could still sense she hadn't returned fully to herself just yet. This bothered him to no end. All he wanted was for her to be as carefree and happy as she had been those few days ago. Damn those men for doing this to her. If what he had observed about Sparrow, more then likely she would be locked away in the darker depths of her mind and probably blaming herself which she was so keen on doing. He exhaled a wave of cigar smoke and was thankful for the relaxing feeling it brought him. He leaned on the rail of his upstairs balcony and let the cool nights air comfort him. It was a gorgeous night that night. Not a single cloud hindered the glowing stars above. A few fireflies flew nearby but mostly evaded him due to the black smoke snaking out of his cigar. Bloodstone really was a dastardly place but at this time of night, when the pub had finally stopped serving it's brew and the drunken slobs had stumbled back to their respected homes, and the whores had found their targets of income, it was almost peaceful. The smell of the oceans salty waters could even be detected from his distance. The calm silence only interrupted by the occasional chirp of a cricket. Even with his new found peace he knew he could not sleep anytime soon. Not when he still felt like something was amiss with his songbird.
He was not accustomed to comforting anyone and proof of that was the fact that he had started a dreary topic the second she had come home. He had discussed the same issues a couple of times before but at least this time he felt that she had listened. He couldn't let another day go by with her treating herself horribly. Even if it was internally. The only thing he could do to ensure she stayed happy was to try and keep her mind off of it all. Her fears, her doubts, her self hatred and the past four dreadful days. He sighed and took another draw off of his cigar. He wished he could just purchase a manual he could consult in these instances. A "how to" guide on keeping the woman of your dreams, in your life. His eyes drifted upward and they automatically found an old familiar sight and then a clever idea came to his head and he ran with it. He hurried inside and gathered a few needed things then darted across the hall and into Sparrow's bedroom. Where he found her and her new companion sleeping peacefully on the bed. Excitedly he nudged Sparrow awake and she jerked up startled but once her fuzzy vision cleared she calmed down again.
What time was it? He was wearing the same outfit that he had at dinner so she knew he hadn't been to bed yet. She sat up and rubbed her eyes then took his hand without question. When he pulled her to her feet she yawned and asked.
"What's wrong Reaver are you alright?" she asked. Trying to be awake and alert again.
"I am very well dearest, I apologize for waking you but I absolutely had to show you this." Reaver smiled and Sparrow caught his enthusiasm and decided to see whatever it was that made the pirate giddy like a school boy. He laced his fingers with hers and together they walked hastily to the balcony. Once they were there Sparrow noticed a few little white candles lit and scattered around the balcony for extra light and a blanket along with two pillows laid next to each other. Sparrow raised her eyebrow at him but Reaver hurriedly said "Quickly darling or else you'll miss it!" She followed his lead and laid down on the balcony's floor and looked up into the night sky. He pointed in a general area without saying a word. Sparrow's weary eyes finally caught what he was referring to and once they did they widened in marvel. Shooting across the night sky was one star, leaving behind a trail of what looked like diamonds. Following close behind it was another smaller star, shining just as brightly as the first though it's tail was tiny. Her eyes and even head followed the beautiful light until they were out of sight. She was speechless. It was amazing how gorgeous nature was in it's simplicity. She had never seen a shooting star before even with all her nights camped out under the night sky.
"It's a rare phenomenon that only occurs once every fifty years." Reaver explained and Sparrow redirected her attention back to him. "I was a small boy the first time I saw them. According to old wives tales they are supposed to be the souls of two betrothed heroes of old. When the female heroes husband fell in battle Avo granted the broken hearted savior one wish for all of her service. Hers was that her and her husband could be reunited and continue to watch over the world they loved and had spent their lifetime protecting. So he turned the two into stars that would circle the globe until they were ready to spend the rest of their lives in paradise. Now I don't know if there is any truth behind it seeing how the rumors started long before I was born, but I thought you would enjoy the sight none the less. I had meant to mark this date in my calendar so I wouldn't miss it myself but I had completely forgotten. Lucky my stubborn sleeping pattern caused me to see catch them this time."
Sparrow smiled and adored the look of wonderment on Reaver's face. How excited he had gotten over something like stars. She never thought the composed man would ever let that rock exterior crack for even a second. She honestly couldn't have been happier seeing him in this way. When Sparrow didn't say anything he cleared his throat and said
"Apologies...I know it's all nonsense, it's just my fondest memories as a boy was laying in the grass and making all sorts of beings and creatures out of the stars with my mates. As ridiculous as it sounds."
"It's not ridiculous Reaver, in fact...I happen to find it extremely romantic." Sparrow confessed with a smile and he grinned back at her. "What a beautiful story."
"Once I discovered how often those stars flew across Albion and that they always did so on the same day, I always made it a point to watch them. I find that the stars above us are the only thing truly infinite in this world. No matter how many years pass or how far away you are from your loved ones, you know they are looking up at the same stars as you are. No matter how many things are inconsistent in life those stars always appeared on time when they were expected to. It comforts me to know not all things fade and whiter in the cold grip of time. They shined just as brightly today as they did when I was a boy." Reaver said. Sparrow took his hand into hers and held on tightly. You ask me why I punish myself Reaver but I could ask you the same. Or more importantly why you hide that beautiful soul you have Sparrow thought. Half hoping Reaver would somehow read her thoughts that she was to afraid to say aloud as he stared deeply into her eyes. It was like he was a fragile vase that had been broken and put back together so many times that were it to drop only once more it would be beyond prepared. Remnants of the original remained but it was so distorted the newer pieces were all that was seen. How she didn't want to be the one that shattered him completely. She almost wanted to weep then and there knowing the man that held her hand so tightly would disappear in less then a weeks time but she fought it. If this was the only time she would have with him...she would make the best of it.
"You amaze me." she whispered. Not meaning to say it out loud but it slipped none the less. Reaver smiled but cocked his head to the side.
"I am hoping that is in a positive way?" Reaver teased and Sparrow laughed. Amazing how he could ramble like a weak fool and it would please her all the more.
"Very much so." Sparrow answered.
Reaver looked up into the sky and scanned the area for another source. When he found it you can triumphantly said
"You can also see the warrior star formation well tonight." Reaver said and pointed. Sparrow looked up and sighed when she could not spot what he was referring to yet again. She had always been lousy at this. She must have not had the imagination to see what others did.
"I don't see it..." Sparrow said after a few moments of time had passed. Reaver smirked
"It's only because you are not looking at it properly." Reaver said then pulled her closer to him so that she was laying on him again. Gods how she never wanted to move away from him. He was so comfortable she had almost fell back asleep. Reaver tried to outline the image he was seeing the best way he could. "You see, that's the tip of his sword there...and there is the beginning of his shield." Reaver explained. When Sparrow really focused on it she could see the outline of a body, in fact holding a sword and shield. She was excited that she had finally seen a star formation. Hannah tried to show her one years ago but she had just nodded and said she saw it when she hadn't.
"Oh, I see it now, and how do you know it's a "he" anyway. That could very well be a female warrior you know." Sparrow smirked and Reaver shrugged.
"I suppose you are right."
"You know...I always heard if you make a wish on a shooting star it comes true. Did you wish for anything?" Sparrow asked and Reaver turned on his side and stroked the hair out of her face. Another sincere smile on his face.
"The wish I made on those very stars years ago has already come true. I found no need to burden them again." Sparrow could not resist the urge any longer and she kissed him with a passion she didn't even know she had in her. Reaver was a little stunned but soon enough he kissed her back with the same intensity. His hand slipping under her shirt as it rested in the small of her back. Her skin was smooth and warm under his fingertips. He tried to remain as casual as he could but it had been over a week since he had, had sex with anyone and that was simply unheard of for him. And shadows knew he wanted her desperately. She seemed reasonably happy now...maybe it wouldn't be the worst time to try and make a move? When he was about to do just that the insufferable sound of that puppy barking interrupted them. Ghost had woken up without his master's company and searched desperately for her. When he saw the pair laying on the ground he thought the two were playing a game and he ponced on Sparrow to get in on the fun. Reaver had to bite his tongue to stifle a groan of aggravation. Somehow even when they were alone they still ended up being disrupted. He clenched his fist subtly and began to regret giving the mutt to Sparrow. He knew he could not so much as raise his voice to it over giving him a good kick like he wanted to. All well...he would get his real chance tomorrow. Ghost was currently licking at Sparrow's face while she giggled.
"What are you doing up boy? Did you get lonely?" She smiled. She could tell Reaver was a little irritated but it was probably best their moment ended when it did. She still couldn't let herself get intimate with him, it would only make things worse. They laid under the stars for a little bit longer and then Sparrow parted from him. Not before giving him another quick kiss. As she left Reaver stared daggers at the little mongrel and Ghost cocked his head to the side in curiosity before chasing after Sparrow. When Sparrow got back to her bedroom she noticed laying neatly on her pillow was a small piece of paper. When she picked it up to read it she couldn't help but laugh and roll her eyes. It was a VIP invitation to a party Reaver was apparently throwing late tomorrow afternoon. He must have slipped it on her pillow when she wasn't paying attention. She narrowed her eyes when she saw the location...Bowerstone Castle? Had Reaver purchased the castle? Exactly how much gold did this man have? With a yawn she decided she would sort out the details first thing in the morning though she wondered why he hadn't said a word about the party all while she was with him? As she started to fall asleep she got a little nervous. She knew Reaver knew a lot of people so Avo knew how many people were going to be at this party. Especially if he felt the need to throw it at the castle...she didn't like crowds and what was she going to wear? All well...looks like tomorrow would be a pretty hectic day. Best get as much sleep as she could.
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