The chair makes a small scarping noise against the ground as he steps up pushing it out behind him as he makes his way out of the room with a final fleeting look at me. I do as he says, staying in the room for as long as I can and trying the marshmallows in with the hot chocolate watching as they melted into the creamy hot liquid, the same with the second one that I asked Theo for. That was when I asked to go back up to the room, tired from the restless sleep that I had the night before. When we walked back up to the room, we passed an older woman on the way up who was in conversation with someone who must have been a guard. She was just slightly taller than me and her thick, long blonde hair was piled on top of her head in a mass of braids and curls. She holds herself perfectly, her pale green eyes contrasting flawlessly with her pale complexion and she gives me a smile as I walk past, which I return. There was something familiar about her to me even though there was no resemblance to anyone else here in the castle. It’s just a certain trustworthy power that she admits from herself even from across the room. Getting into the suite is a relief especially when I sink back into the soft material of the large lounge. I’m not interested in watching the television though and I move to the bookshelf behind the large, immaculate desk, my fingers dancing over the spines as I scan the titles slowly looking for something that looks interesting and could hold my attention for a while. My reading wasn’t the best in the first place. English was my strongest subject at Carlett, which was still poor in the first place and now that I was here I felt embarrassed that I didn’t know more. Ryder seems so knowledgeable just by the way he holds himself and the way that he speaks and then you have me. When I pull a thinner one into my hands with block writing running the length of the spine a quite but piercing alarm sounds through the room in spurts and I jump back away from the window, clutching the book against my chest were my heart is beating rapidly. The windows make a large noise just as the doors to the suite open and, Theo, Cyrus, Reynolds and Charlie all enter the room. Hands wrap around the top of my arms and I’m pulled back away from the window by Reynolds and placed behind him as Theo and Charlie make a quick scan of the bedroom before coming back out and closing the door behind them a grey panel coming down over the top of them the same with the doors that leads out into the hallway, Cyrus pulls back the curtains to revel the same thing over the windows, explaining the noise that I heard. “You alright Lottie?” Reynolds ask and it seems to me that he’s the one that’s in charge of whatever is going on as he barks orders at the other guys in Jordanian. “I’m fine.” I say to him as he leads me over to sit on the lounge the furthest side away from the window. It feels awkward now to have the four of them in the room with me. It only lasts for five minutes as the door from the hallway opens the shield sliding up and both Reynolds and Cyrus who is closet to the door pulling the small hand guns from the holsters at the sides of their leg and aim at the person trying to enter the room. Ryder doesn’t even react to the two guns that are pointed at him as he enters the room. They lower as soon as the guards see who it is and all four of them walk out of the room, instantly relaxing my nerves as I realise that it’s just Ryder in the room with me. It also makes me slightly nervous of what might happen, so much so that I forget the possibilities of what is going throughout the rest of the castle. Ryder puts in a pin into a small pin pad that appears at the side of the door and the shield comes back down, he steps back looking at it and I notice that the white button up shirt that he had on before he been replaced by a grey tee and his shoes have been removed. He lets out a sigh and turns towards me. “You want to watch a movie then?” he asks me and I can feel that he’s only saying it so I won’t ask him about what is going on. He sits down a cushion or two away from me on the lounge, propping his feet up on the coffee table in front of him. “Are you trying to distract me from what’s going on and you’re the biggest and most muscled person to protect me?” I ask a smile finding its way across my cheeks. Really, at the moment I couldn’t care less of what is going on outside. I have him here in the room with me. As much as the way I feel towards him scares me, it scares me of how I feel when I’m not in the same room as him. “I am, but just remember that you trust me.” he turns the television on with a cocky smile in my direction. “How much trust am I supposed to give you Mr. Connolly?” I ask giving him another smile back. The smile drops lightly and his eyes move over me in a questioning wonder like he did with me before in the tea room, he shifts slightly in his seat before he meets my eyes again. “All of it hopefully.” He whispers huskily. His eyes stay locked with mine for another ten minutes before a scream on the television causes me to jump and his eyes to flicker over to the screen and begin to decide on a channel to watch. His body is tense from the not so stare down we had before, I can’t stop my eyes concentrating on the muscles beneath his shirt as he settles back into the lounge. He’s beautiful.