Choosing Her Lover

Chapter 30

‘A Conspiracy of Ravens’

 

Part Four

A Conspiracy of Ravens

My morning walk with the dogs: there is a figure jogging towards me on the beach, a small dog trotting at his heels. I turn to walk the other way.

“Kirstie!” Ben’s voice carries on the breeze. “Kirstie....”

I ignore him and keep walking.

After a minute or so, there is panting and Ben appears at my side, breathing heavily.

“Kirstie, please….”

Perhaps I should find another place to walk….

“…. We need to talk,” he says.

“I don’t think so. I saw your idea of talking.” I keep moving, stepping up my pace a little, doing everything I can to discourage the conversation.

“Please, Kirstie. Do you want me to apologise? Alright, I apologise. Is that good enough for you?”

I stop, turning to face him. “What exactly are you apologising for?”

His face falls. “I’m apologising for losing my temper as I did. It came as a bit of a shock, everything that you said, that Michael said.”

“And for threatening Charlotte?”

Now he reddens. “I wasn’t threatening her.”

are picking up my mood, milling around me, jittery and nervous. Meg shows her teeth to

were screaming and shouting at her, Ben. She tried to get away from you, but you shoved her. I saw it.

wouldn’t have hit

you should stand a little further away

face drops and he backs away. “You don’t really

around me, indicating the dogs. “What do I make of you, Ben? Even the dogs are reading you, your body language. They’re not happy. I barely

things about you that I don’t care for.” he snaps. “You screw

to be. No-one was coerced and everyone enjoyed themselves. And the same applies to Michael’s

stares glumly at the sand. “You didn’t have to call the

asked Francis to call them. If he thinks you’re a threat to Charlotte, on another occasion I’m not

the sand with a toe, then, “Do you really

to me, but I don’t think it’s me you should be talking

won’t look me in the eye, instead staring out to sea. He nods, a sharp down-thrust of his chin, and then jogs back the way he

*****

waiting for me, sitting in his

tap on the window and his face lights up as he sees me. “Have

all. I was passing,

have. Coming in

is all I’m

cue, my

through the motions of putting water on to boil,

resting on my waist, his face

me to face him, stroking my cheek, the line of my jaw and down to my neck where he has placed his mark on me, his ownership; the velvet band I

horny, are we?” I

of a fallen angel, “Oh, yes, and so are

I curve into

“I

“Ideas?”

bedroom, he waits quietly while I draw curtains and light a couple of candles,

he makes

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