that next, shall we?”
There’s a maze? Definitely distraction was his plan, and it worked. Disturbed
by the idea momentarily, she finally decided that as long as she’s
with him she won’t have to worry about getting lost, and went along
when he tugged her to the right.
“The maze contains over a thousand full-grown
yew trees. It’s my favorite part,” he said as he pulled her along
swiftly.
Danielle found it difficult to care about the
yew trees, but he was apparently thrilled. Just the sight of it was
troubling when they arrived at the entrance, and she hesitated,
digging her feet in as she tried to slow down his momentum. Not
that he noticed.
Pointing to a tall gothic tower in the
center, Ethan said, “Meet me there, and we’ll go to the top of it.”
Letting go of her hand, he stepped into the maze.
“What! You’re leaving me?”
“It’s a race. We’ll see who gets there
first,” he said, emitting a chuckle from a challenging grin.
“Okay then. I had fun … this was nice … I’ll
see you another time.” Danielle waved goodbye. She knew she’d never
make it to the tower. It would get dark and she would still be
wandering aimlessly through that thing. Walking into a maze was
like asking to get lost, at least in her opinion.
Some of the excitement fell from his
expression. Seemed he was catching on to the fact she didn’t like
this part of the garden so much. “Please, Danielle. It’ll be fun. I
promise.” When that didn’t get the response she figured he was
hoping for, he changed tactics, moved close and then used his eyes
on her. At the sight of those baby-blues, the feeling of daze
returned and another surge of familiarity hit her. Danielle tried
to shake it off, but found she couldn’t resist because this gaze of
his was actually more convincing than his gentle words.
It took her a moment to realize he’d
gathered both of her hands and already drawn her in well past the
entrance. Panicking now, she spun around when he released her and
found she already didn’t know which way to go. “Don’t worry,
darling. You’ll find your way.” The soft words came to her like the
whisperings of a spirit and she couldn’t tell which way they’d come
from. Surely she couldn’t already be lost. With shoulders drooping,
she thought, He’s going to be so
disappointed when I don’t actually show up .
Wondering what she should do next, she
heard a low, husky chuckle as he apparently moved further away.
Danielle merely glowered at the jovial sound and turned back the
way she’d come ... or thought she’d come. Which way had she come? Great, she really was
already turned around.
Guessing now, she stomped down one way, but
not without wobbling a bit after the influence of his trance-like
eyes. What was with his eyes? After finding one dead-end and
another, she decided she must have chosen wrong and turned around.
Again she never found her way back to the entrance that shouldn’t
have been that far away. Danielle had hoped to exit, go around the
maze and see if she could find a way to the tower without going
through it.
It soon dawned on her that that wasn’t going
to happen. Danielle abandoned the idea and began wandering, at
first hoping she would be able to hear him ahead of her and be able
to follow, but soon realized she’d lost him already. She then
prayed she would get lucky, be able to see through the yews and
accidentally find the end. But that hope dissolved as well when she
couldn’t see through the greenery and came to a wall of solid
greenery with no exit. She tossed her hands in the air and turned
around angrily.
Picking up her pace to a slow run, she
wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. Growing
frustrated, Danielle stumbled into another dead-end. Crap! She
changed directions again. With heart pounding, she chose another
path, then hit the yews with her fist when she ran into yet another
dead-end. I’m going to find every single
dead-end in this stupid maze,
There’s a maze? Definitely distraction was his plan, and it worked. Disturbed
by the idea momentarily, she finally decided that as long as she’s
with him she won’t have to worry about getting lost, and went along
when he tugged her to the right.
“The maze contains over a thousand full-grown
yew trees. It’s my favorite part,” he said as he pulled her along
swiftly.
Danielle found it difficult to care about the
yew trees, but he was apparently thrilled. Just the sight of it was
troubling when they arrived at the entrance, and she hesitated,
digging her feet in as she tried to slow down his momentum. Not
that he noticed.
Pointing to a tall gothic tower in the
center, Ethan said, “Meet me there, and we’ll go to the top of it.”
Letting go of her hand, he stepped into the maze.
“What! You’re leaving me?”
“It’s a race. We’ll see who gets there
first,” he said, emitting a chuckle from a challenging grin.
“Okay then. I had fun … this was nice … I’ll
see you another time.” Danielle waved goodbye. She knew she’d never
make it to the tower. It would get dark and she would still be
wandering aimlessly through that thing. Walking into a maze was
like asking to get lost, at least in her opinion.
Some of the excitement fell from his
expression. Seemed he was catching on to the fact she didn’t like
this part of the garden so much. “Please, Danielle. It’ll be fun. I
promise.” When that didn’t get the response she figured he was
hoping for, he changed tactics, moved close and then used his eyes
on her. At the sight of those baby-blues, the feeling of daze
returned and another surge of familiarity hit her. Danielle tried
to shake it off, but found she couldn’t resist because this gaze of
his was actually more convincing than his gentle words.
It took her a moment to realize he’d
gathered both of her hands and already drawn her in well past the
entrance. Panicking now, she spun around when he released her and
found she already didn’t know which way to go. “Don’t worry,
darling. You’ll find your way.” The soft words came to her like the
whisperings of a spirit and she couldn’t tell which way they’d come
from. Surely she couldn’t already be lost. With shoulders drooping,
she thought, He’s going to be so
disappointed when I don’t actually show up .
Wondering what she should do next, she
heard a low, husky chuckle as he apparently moved further away.
Danielle merely glowered at the jovial sound and turned back the
way she’d come ... or thought she’d come. Which way had she come? Great, she really was
already turned around.
Guessing now, she stomped down one way, but
not without wobbling a bit after the influence of his trance-like
eyes. What was with his eyes? After finding one dead-end and
another, she decided she must have chosen wrong and turned around.
Again she never found her way back to the entrance that shouldn’t
have been that far away. Danielle had hoped to exit, go around the
maze and see if she could find a way to the tower without going
through it.
It soon dawned on her that that wasn’t going
to happen. Danielle abandoned the idea and began wandering, at
first hoping she would be able to hear him ahead of her and be able
to follow, but soon realized she’d lost him already. She then
prayed she would get lucky, be able to see through the yews and
accidentally find the end. But that hope dissolved as well when she
couldn’t see through the greenery and came to a wall of solid
greenery with no exit. She tossed her hands in the air and turned
around angrily.
Picking up her pace to a slow run, she
wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. Growing
frustrated, Danielle stumbled into another dead-end. Crap! She
changed directions again. With heart pounding, she chose another
path, then hit the yews with her fist when she ran into yet another
dead-end. I’m going to find every single
dead-end in this stupid maze,
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