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that was what was waiting for her beyond the borders of Traumstadt . A shiver ran down her spine. Maybe it was best to run away while she was still able to.
A raindrop hit her nose, interrupted her chain of thoughts and kept her from being overcome with hysteria. It had started to drizzle. The sudden movement of Adrijan’s left hand reaching for the reins made Mairin flinch, even before she was gently pushed in the back. She automatically bent forward and felt his right hand suddenly grab the blanket behind her neck. The unforeseen attack gave her the impulse to struggle and scream but before she could do either, Adrijan had pulled the blanket higher and over her head. Unable to decide whether she should protest or be grateful she tightened her grip and drew the blanket closer again. When she had calmed down, Mairin realised that she felt more comfortable, well hidden, with the bedspread covering her head. It was only then that she noticed that she had been leaning against Adrijan’s wounded arm and hastily changed her position. This time, the soft pressure of his arm in her back even gave her a small feeling of comfort and safety, and more than ever she felt bad for having thought ill about him.
Her reaction had surprised him and put a sheepish smile on his face. Instead of complaining the girl had calmed down a little and soon after she had dozed off. With her body relaxed and her guard down, her covered head had slowly sunk against his chest. Adrijan couldn’t imagine a less suitable situation for falling asleep but he didn’t begrudge her being able to rest. It was cold and raining and constantly being shaken by the horse trotting over the meadows the position she was in was everything else than comfortable. The same thing could be said about his condition. When he had temporarily changed the reins from the right into his left hand to be able to adjust the girl’s blanket, his coat had slipped off his shoulder and the cold had started to creep in. He could literally feel the chillness work its way deeper and deeper into his body. The only thing keeping him somewhat warm was the vulnerable bundle in front of him. Knowing what he knew, the urge to protect her wasn’t welcome to Adrijan. There had been plenty of good reasons for saving her from the attempted rape – and maybe even murder – besides the obvious one but he was aware that any further involvement would not turn out well. He readily blamed his profession and the discrepancy in age for his feelings and dismissed the troublesome thoughts. Clearly he had no intention of permanently becoming the girl’s babysitter.
Adrijan was glad that unlike earlier today the rain wasn’t pouring. As few drops as there were, they were already sufficient to make the situation less comfortable and from time to time they managed to sneak past his tied-back hair and the part of his coat that was at least still covering his body. The cold water on his neck reminded him once again how much he wanted the night to end and he swore that he would take another warm shower as soon as possible. For now though he had to focus as he was in danger of getting lost in the dark. More than once he used his mobile phone as an aid and feeling a sharp pain in his arm whenever he had to fish it out of his pocket, he cursed having to rely on the navigation system to lead him back to the cottage. The route he had carefully chosen kept them away from the few roads leading outside the centre of Traumstadt and therefore raised their chance of escaping tremendously. The next time Adrijan checked the map, his phone started to vibrate in his hand. Eagerly he answered the call.
“Adrijan? Alles in Ordnung?” It was Walther. He agitatedly told him about the proceedings at Sunflower Garden, the chaotic search of the place which he had supported by telling everyone that he had seen the fugitive run back inside and about the partly hysteric partly excited girls who unintentionally slowed down
A raindrop hit her nose, interrupted her chain of thoughts and kept her from being overcome with hysteria. It had started to drizzle. The sudden movement of Adrijan’s left hand reaching for the reins made Mairin flinch, even before she was gently pushed in the back. She automatically bent forward and felt his right hand suddenly grab the blanket behind her neck. The unforeseen attack gave her the impulse to struggle and scream but before she could do either, Adrijan had pulled the blanket higher and over her head. Unable to decide whether she should protest or be grateful she tightened her grip and drew the blanket closer again. When she had calmed down, Mairin realised that she felt more comfortable, well hidden, with the bedspread covering her head. It was only then that she noticed that she had been leaning against Adrijan’s wounded arm and hastily changed her position. This time, the soft pressure of his arm in her back even gave her a small feeling of comfort and safety, and more than ever she felt bad for having thought ill about him.
Her reaction had surprised him and put a sheepish smile on his face. Instead of complaining the girl had calmed down a little and soon after she had dozed off. With her body relaxed and her guard down, her covered head had slowly sunk against his chest. Adrijan couldn’t imagine a less suitable situation for falling asleep but he didn’t begrudge her being able to rest. It was cold and raining and constantly being shaken by the horse trotting over the meadows the position she was in was everything else than comfortable. The same thing could be said about his condition. When he had temporarily changed the reins from the right into his left hand to be able to adjust the girl’s blanket, his coat had slipped off his shoulder and the cold had started to creep in. He could literally feel the chillness work its way deeper and deeper into his body. The only thing keeping him somewhat warm was the vulnerable bundle in front of him. Knowing what he knew, the urge to protect her wasn’t welcome to Adrijan. There had been plenty of good reasons for saving her from the attempted rape – and maybe even murder – besides the obvious one but he was aware that any further involvement would not turn out well. He readily blamed his profession and the discrepancy in age for his feelings and dismissed the troublesome thoughts. Clearly he had no intention of permanently becoming the girl’s babysitter.
Adrijan was glad that unlike earlier today the rain wasn’t pouring. As few drops as there were, they were already sufficient to make the situation less comfortable and from time to time they managed to sneak past his tied-back hair and the part of his coat that was at least still covering his body. The cold water on his neck reminded him once again how much he wanted the night to end and he swore that he would take another warm shower as soon as possible. For now though he had to focus as he was in danger of getting lost in the dark. More than once he used his mobile phone as an aid and feeling a sharp pain in his arm whenever he had to fish it out of his pocket, he cursed having to rely on the navigation system to lead him back to the cottage. The route he had carefully chosen kept them away from the few roads leading outside the centre of Traumstadt and therefore raised their chance of escaping tremendously. The next time Adrijan checked the map, his phone started to vibrate in his hand. Eagerly he answered the call.
“Adrijan? Alles in Ordnung?” It was Walther. He agitatedly told him about the proceedings at Sunflower Garden, the chaotic search of the place which he had supported by telling everyone that he had seen the fugitive run back inside and about the partly hysteric partly excited girls who unintentionally slowed down
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