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Chapter 12

Killian

I stared at the door in front of me and then took a step back.

What was I doing?

This was Rumplestiltskin's daughter we were talking about. I should not be seeking out her company. I should be running far, far away from her.

Alas, I was never one to follow rules, even ones set by myself, and this was no different.

I knocked on the door, wondering what I was going to do if Rumplestiltskin answered the door.

Probably kill him.

The door swung open and I let my hand drop before I looked like a fool.

"Hi!" The little boy, the one who had been with Rose in the hospital opened the door. "Hi Killian," He repeated. He was a beautiful child, like a cherub, with long dark eyelashes and adorably ruffled hair.

"Hi," I greeted him. "I don't suppose your sister is in?"

"She is," The little boy nodded. "But I can only let you in if you guess my name right."

Irritation flared inside me, but I pushed it down. If this little boy wanted to play this game, then I would play. Especially if it got me to his sister.

"Like father like son, huh?" I muttered. Then I rubbed my chin, faking thoughtfulness.

"Is it Phillip?" I asked. He giggled and shook his head. "James? Daniel? Richard?"

Each of the names was met with a shake of the head and I started to become desperate. I did not want to face Rumplestiltskin today and the longer this little boy stalled me the greater the chances increased.

"Harold?" I asked. He shook his head and suddenly behind him his sister appeared, her finger on her lips. "Gabriel?" The little boy shook his head. I glanced desperately at Rose and she smiled before her mouth moved. I watched, slightly distracted by her lips before I realized that she was actually trying to tell me something.

"Maven?" I asked. The little boy shook his head and I glanced at Rose again. "Mason?"

"How did you know?" The little boy, Mason, asked, his eyes wide.

"Adults just know these things," I told him, tapping my temple sagely. "Plus, your sister just told me."

"Rose!" He shrieked, turning around. Rose grinned at him.

"Hi Killian," She said to me.

"Hello," I responded, leaning against the door frame. "I came here to inquire whether or not you wished to accompany me on a walk."

"Sure," She said, moving around her brother until she was right in my space, glancing up at me through her eyelashes.

I was in so much trouble.