I look back at the diaries filling the shelves. All the diaries taken so far have been more recent. That's when my eyes come to rest on a very old looking leather bound book. I take that book next and run my fingers over the deep gash through the front of the brown leather. I open the book and see the olden text.

1370

I fear all is lost. The last three days Sir Cosguard has pushed us both day and night traveling in the wrong direction. I should of know something was wrong by the way he has been acting. My fears have been confirmed and each time we have stopped I have carved small markings into nearby trees or rocks for our fellow templar knights to follow.

Sir Cosguard seems to want the twenty of our brothers to lose track of us. I refuse to let that happen. We have also lost two of our brothers to random attacks. Brodwick and Blackwell were ambushed on patrol two nights ago. I find it surprising as Blackwell was one of our more gifted knights. Yet they had no chance to call for help.

I have started sleeping with one eye open.

I continue reading wondering of the outcome.

I wish I was wrong. Sir Cosguard has revealed himself a traitor or mad. I witnessed with my own eyes, him kill both Watkins and Brom while they slept. I quickly sounded the alarm waking my brothers from their slumber. I drew my sword on Sir Cosguard and my fellow brothers saw the bodies of their fallen knights and reached for their swords.

Sir Cosguard then claimed I was the killer after the holy grail for myself. I expected more from my brothers however Sir Cosguard ordered the knights to cut me down. It was a direct order from a commander. My own brothers and friends turned on me and unsheathed their swords.

I was grateful that Sir Cosguard didn't join the battle. I managed to keep my friends at bay long enough to make my escape. I couldn't kill them. They do not know that Sir Cosguard is the traitor and not I.

I'm now hiding out in the nearby forest watching and following the group. I may have lost my horse but I have to stop Sir Cosguard and reclaim the holy grail back.

I close the book over as I realise that there is around seven hundred years' worth of diaries to read. It may just be better to ask Christian and get it directly from him. It's then that my eyes are drawn to a sandy cream coloured diary on one of the low shelves.

It seems to be slightly gritty from sand over it. I open the soft front page to see the date.

1889

I was a fool to think I could live a normal life. Settle down on my own ranch out in the west. Have some horses and protect the local town from thieves and bandits.

I thought between Mia and I we were making a difference. Making the town a better place. Leading search parties and putting outlaws behind bars. That's what the Sheriff and his deputy do. We did make the town peaceful for a while. No one would dare put a step wrong or they would need to deal with me.

But those days have past now. The last few days have been a complete blur. The last thing I remember is returning home and witnessing the carnage of our ranch. Bodies both human and animal littered the surrounding lands.

Racing into the house I feared the worst and yet that didn't prepare me for what I saw. I awoke this morning laying in a barn over one hundred miles from the farmhouse soaked from head to toe in blood. I'm certain it's not mine but I have no clue as to who it's from. All my bullets are missing and so too is my knife.

Mia arrived later that afternoon after chasing me across state lines and made it to the saloon I checked into. We have decided to return to England. There is nothing more we can do here and nothing left to go back too.

On the train to port Mia told me that Cassidy believed she was pregnant. I can't think which is worse what happened to her or that deep down I knew I never truly loved her.

I drop the book in shock. So, it was Cassidy that Christian got pregnant. They tried to settle down on a ranch but something awful happened. I begin to wonder if she lost the baby. Also how did Mia know and yet Christian didn't?

I'm still on that thought when the door flies open and Christian steps into the room fast. He strides up to me and takes me into his arms.

"Ana I know where Catherine is!" He tells me.

Before I can even ask how he continues.

"But Mia is still upset, she is at my families. I'll take you there so you will be safe and could you talk to her while I go and find out what Catherine knows?" he asks me carefully.

"Of course I can but.." I start.

Suddenly there is a blinding white light forcing me to shut my eyes and then I hear a gasp.

"Jesus man don't do that." A male voice calls out.

I open my eyes and look around to see we are in the lounge of his families mansion. Elliot is standing up his t shirt covered in a stain from his beer bottle.

"Sorry brother." Christian states.

"You need a warning with that. Like a siren or something." Elliot calls out.

My eyes scan the room to see Mia sat on the other sofa. Her head is lowered slightly as she holds her drink. My eyes search for who I fear is here.

"Where's Kate?" I ask.

"She's gone to see Jose. He was really shook up yesterday. I'm just off to change my top." Elliot replies.

I watch him leave the room and then I turn to Christian. He is staring down at Mia looking saddened. His eyes find mine and he smiles softly taking me in his arms.

"I won't be long. Don't worry I can handle myself." Christian offers.

He leans in and places a gentle kiss against my lips. I can feel my body melting into his as he breaks the moment all too soon.

"Look after her." He says.

"I will." Both Mia and I say at the same time.

I turn to look at Mia as she looks up at me with the hint of a smile on her lips. As we both turn to look back at Christian he is no longer there.

(Well we are closing in on the final few chapters of the story. I can't thank you all enough for your insight and support of this story.

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