Marcel is looking pissed off and that is surprising because i am sure he has no reason to look the way he looks. There is a very thin line that lies between us, a very thin line that i cannot for the life of it begin to understand because i cannot get why he is suddenly acting......
Something draws my attention away from what is currently happening and to the way the air seems to have stilled. I know this is one of the things that usually happens when Marcel gets angry and so i look at him.
I look at the way his face is contorted in rage and how he looks so pissed off that he would rather not take the liberty of going anywhere else but stand there and stare at me almost like i am doing something wrong.
"You weren't supposed to come out"
I sigh as i say those words and i try to let the tension that has built up at the back of my neck sort of ease a little. I didn't think i would be getting into another confrontation with Marcel so soon but i'm guessing i can get anything but that at this point.
He is still looking at Ivan and i have to shake my head because this is what i have been trying to avoid all along.
The both of them meeting each other is just something that i am not ready for right now and i sigh and walk towards Marcel.
He looks at me warily, like he is expecting some sort of explanation as to why i am talking to the assassin but that's not what i am going to so. I don't think i owe him any explanation for that and to be fair he is not obligated to any explanation.
"Hey.......calm down"
He stares at me and i let him stare because that is how Marcel is. He like staring at pretty things. That description makes me cringe inwardly so let me change it, he likes staring at things that are pleasant to the eyes.
It's almost like he has a sweet tooth but his is unlike his brother's. His is of the eyes. Marcel will stare at anything that is slightly beautiful and he will get carried away with things that are extremely beautiful.
As loath as i am to admit it, he also likes staring at me and this is just one of those awkward moments where i have to do what i have to do so i don't get him and myself into even more trouble. Ivan whistles in his cage, no cage isn't the right word, he is not an animal. He whistles in his prison though i doubt that would be a suitable prison for an assassin of the house Aro.
The fact still sort of floors me at some point and i can feel someone's heavy stare on me. I let out a breath of relief.
"You are also supposed to be inside the carriage, not out here"
Marcel's voice is one that i had become used to a long time ago but he sounds different now. I wonder when that had happened. No doubt i also sound different and this just makes me feel bad because it goes to show that what he has been saying is true.
Well it is true but now isn't really the time to think of that. I clear my throat.
"I was scanning the perimeter...."
Marcel scoffs.
"For what? threats?"
The way he says it so non chalantly makes me sort of cringe because threats are really something that we should be worried about right now. He is a prince. He is the prince for crying out loud and if we aren't worried about the fact that we are mainly unescorted, then we should be a lot worried about the peculiar character that we have just behind us.
The carriage has come to a stop now and i signal the coachmen to take their breaks.
I also need a break but Marcel still has his gaze firmly on me.
"Yes. I might have been scanning for threats, and a lot of other things. You need to be safe, and you can't be safe if something that can kill you is left to come at us"
He lets out a soft laugh at that and it is times like this, it's times like this that almost makes me forget that we sort of have a lot of problems between us at this point.
I am doubly sure that the push of energy i had felt in the air earlier had been from him.
I don't really know what it is Marcel can do exactly but i know it manifests itself in a lot of ways, the final sign is him screaming and doubling over from pain.
I have felt such pain before and i am glad that he didn't get that far this time. There is another problem though, a much bigger problem than i had anticipated on the off case that we even ran into any problems at all.
Marcel flicks a strand of hair away from my face and i can see him already under the effects of whatever it is that always grips him when he is angry but has gone back to being calm all of a sudden. That thing still sort of makes me amazed sometimes because i have seen Marcel.
I have seen him and i know he isn't entirely normal.
That sounds sort of wrong so let me rephrase it.
Something in me calls out to him. He doesn't notice it most of the time but his mother has and that is why we are embarking on this trip. The fact that Ivan killed my uncle wouldn't have been enough to get me to leave the castle or the capital to be sincere, the fact that my father was also fatally wounded and is barely alive wouldn't have moved me off my seat.
This is all just something that happened to have happened at the right time, and if he doesn't get inside now, it'll all go wrong.
I look at Ivan.
"I will be listening, and i will be watching, even a single sound from you, and i'll kill you before any of the other assassins get here"
He laughs.
"Like i'd trust them a second time"
I nod at that and grab Marcel's hand.
"Come on you big oaf".
He's already getting warmer than he is supposed to be. A high temperature will be the least of our problems if this continues.