Page 87 of New Storm Rising
He abruptly broke off.
I blinked up at him, confused. “Me? What about me?”
“Ehem. Well…”
“And what do you mean ‘It’s not just about you and me anymore’? Who else is it supposed to be about?”
Mr Rikkard Ambrose’s eyes were suddenly flitting from left to right. He suddenly looked as if he were faced with the biggest bill since Satan renovated hell. And was that…panicI saw in his eyes?
What the heck was going on?
“Who?” I demanded. “If not you and me, who else is there?”
His gaze flickered downwards.
“Karim!” he exclaimed. “We have to make sure nothing happens to Karim!”
I stared.
He stared back. Stoney. Expressionless. Absolutely serious.
“Um…all right.” I nodded. Because either he was being completely serious, or…or he was hiding something. Something big.
“Ehem. Well. Glad you understand. Now, go and, ehem…protect Karim.
With a last, abrupt nod, Mr Ambrose whirled around and strode down the forest path. Soon, he stepped out from between the trees, into the open, and then entered the mine.
Want to know how I knew that?
“You arestill following,” Mr Ambrose squeezed out between clenched teeth.
“Indeed I am,” I said, sweetly.
“Why?” Growling, he came to a stop, whirling to face me.
Stepping forward, I placed a hand on his chest. “I am your wife,” I answered simply. “You are my husband.”
He opened his mouth…then shut it again. There was silence.
I grinned and, standing on my tiptoes, pressed a kiss onto his cheek. “That’s the Rikkard Ambrose I know and love.”
And, before he could do or say a thing, I marched off down the tunnel. One moment passed by, two, three—
Footsteps rushed up behind me.
My grin widened.
“You,” Mr Rikkard Ambrose told me, “are the most stubborn, bull-headed woman I have ever met.”
My grin only widened even more. “And you decided to marry me.”
He had no answer to that.
But I did notice that, as we walked, his hand slipped into mine. I held him tightly. Together, we marched forwards, into the darkness. We marched and marched, until…
Rrrumble…!
I froze.
