was a bit inappropriate), pressed a card
in her hand and followed his colleague out the door.
Sibyl looked from the small,
dark woman who was staring at her with polar icecaps as eyes. Then
she moved her eyes to Mrs. Byrne who was smiling at her… could she
believe it... encouragingly.
Then finally to her dream man,
who was looking like he couldn’t decide whether to beat her to a
bloody pulp or carry her up to his bedroom for something else
altogether.
And that was no joke; honestly,
she could read that right in his eyes.
That last thought made her
breath flood out of her in a rush and she glared at him with
mutinous eyes.
If she couldn’t find a way to
escape, Sibyl thought hysterically, it was going to be a long
night.
Chapter Five
Tempted
It was the longest night in
Sibyl’s life.
Once the paramedics left, Mr.
Morgan, the raving lunatic who most definitely needed psychiatric
counselling or at the very least, anger management classes, left
her and Mrs. Byrne alone. He took the unnamed Ice Queen with
him.
The Polar Sorceress came back
shortly after with an ice pack and handed it rather ungraciously to
Mrs. Byrne, completely avoiding looking at Sibyl at all.
Then she left again.
After Sibyl attempted to
talk Mrs. Byrne into making a break for it (that maniac couldn’t
actually imprison them in his medieval manor house, for goodness
sakes), Mrs. Byrne explained the misunderstanding and how she felt
that it was a good idea to let tempers cool and talk about
everything in the morning.
“ I’m afraid, Mr. Morgan
can be a somewhat, er… difficult man,” she
admitted.
Indeed, Sibyl thought but did not
say nor did she bring up the fact that just the evening before Mrs.
Byrne painted an entirely different picture of the man of the
house.
And “difficult” she felt,
was not exactly the word she would use.
Studying the older woman, Sibyl
got the impression that Mrs. Byrne genuinely wanted the opportunity
to let tempers cool so they could sort things out in the morning.
In fact, it seemed for some reason this was very important to Mrs.
Byrne. The woman volunteered for the National Trust and she had,
regrettably, if unwittingly, caused this bizarre fiasco.
Undoubtedly, she wanted the chance to smooth things over so she
wouldn’t get into trouble.
As was Sibyl’s wont (which
always got her into trouble and she knew it but had never been able
to control it), Sibyl didn’t have the heart to deny the older woman
this opportunity.
And anyway, Mr. Morgan may be a
raving lunatic but he didn’t seem to be a violent one just a loud
and angry one.
So she settled in for the
long haul the night would mostly likely be and thought that her
mother had never been very good at reading dreams and Sibyl herself
had read the dream entirely incorrectly. Last night’s dream had not
meant she needed a lover (especially not this lover) and it was not
leading her to her dream man. It meant she should not, under any
circumstances, go to Lacybourne because its owner was certifiably
insane.
As Mrs. Byrne
molly-coddled her, Sibyl tried to insist she was well enough to sit
up even though she was definitely feeling a bit woozy and, she had
to admit, she was not at all certain she could safely take
herself and her beloved animals home without assistance even
if that opportunity had presented itself when Lady Ice, again,
interrupted their tête-à-tête by bringing in two plates of
food.
“Colin thought you might want
something to eat so I prepared this for you,” she announced, as if
preparing food was akin to cleaning toilets at a roadside stopover
in the depths of the jungles of Venezuela.
Mrs. Byrne took the food and
the other woman walked out of the room again without another word.
Sibyl was left stunned that “Colin” considered their hunger at all
but then, even though she’d never read the document (and didn’t
really wish to), she was still relatively certain that under the
Geneva Convention, prisoners
in her hand and followed his colleague out the door.
Sibyl looked from the small,
dark woman who was staring at her with polar icecaps as eyes. Then
she moved her eyes to Mrs. Byrne who was smiling at her… could she
believe it... encouragingly.
Then finally to her dream man,
who was looking like he couldn’t decide whether to beat her to a
bloody pulp or carry her up to his bedroom for something else
altogether.
And that was no joke; honestly,
she could read that right in his eyes.
That last thought made her
breath flood out of her in a rush and she glared at him with
mutinous eyes.
If she couldn’t find a way to
escape, Sibyl thought hysterically, it was going to be a long
night.
Chapter Five
Tempted
It was the longest night in
Sibyl’s life.
Once the paramedics left, Mr.
Morgan, the raving lunatic who most definitely needed psychiatric
counselling or at the very least, anger management classes, left
her and Mrs. Byrne alone. He took the unnamed Ice Queen with
him.
The Polar Sorceress came back
shortly after with an ice pack and handed it rather ungraciously to
Mrs. Byrne, completely avoiding looking at Sibyl at all.
Then she left again.
After Sibyl attempted to
talk Mrs. Byrne into making a break for it (that maniac couldn’t
actually imprison them in his medieval manor house, for goodness
sakes), Mrs. Byrne explained the misunderstanding and how she felt
that it was a good idea to let tempers cool and talk about
everything in the morning.
“ I’m afraid, Mr. Morgan
can be a somewhat, er… difficult man,” she
admitted.
Indeed, Sibyl thought but did not
say nor did she bring up the fact that just the evening before Mrs.
Byrne painted an entirely different picture of the man of the
house.
And “difficult” she felt,
was not exactly the word she would use.
Studying the older woman, Sibyl
got the impression that Mrs. Byrne genuinely wanted the opportunity
to let tempers cool so they could sort things out in the morning.
In fact, it seemed for some reason this was very important to Mrs.
Byrne. The woman volunteered for the National Trust and she had,
regrettably, if unwittingly, caused this bizarre fiasco.
Undoubtedly, she wanted the chance to smooth things over so she
wouldn’t get into trouble.
As was Sibyl’s wont (which
always got her into trouble and she knew it but had never been able
to control it), Sibyl didn’t have the heart to deny the older woman
this opportunity.
And anyway, Mr. Morgan may be a
raving lunatic but he didn’t seem to be a violent one just a loud
and angry one.
So she settled in for the
long haul the night would mostly likely be and thought that her
mother had never been very good at reading dreams and Sibyl herself
had read the dream entirely incorrectly. Last night’s dream had not
meant she needed a lover (especially not this lover) and it was not
leading her to her dream man. It meant she should not, under any
circumstances, go to Lacybourne because its owner was certifiably
insane.
As Mrs. Byrne
molly-coddled her, Sibyl tried to insist she was well enough to sit
up even though she was definitely feeling a bit woozy and, she had
to admit, she was not at all certain she could safely take
herself and her beloved animals home without assistance even
if that opportunity had presented itself when Lady Ice, again,
interrupted their tête-à-tête by bringing in two plates of
food.
“Colin thought you might want
something to eat so I prepared this for you,” she announced, as if
preparing food was akin to cleaning toilets at a roadside stopover
in the depths of the jungles of Venezuela.
Mrs. Byrne took the food and
the other woman walked out of the room again without another word.
Sibyl was left stunned that “Colin” considered their hunger at all
but then, even though she’d never read the document (and didn’t
really wish to), she was still relatively certain that under the
Geneva Convention, prisoners
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