…………………. I walked out of the bathroom and over to the bed and pulled clothes from my bag and laid them out in neat piles, Sam walked over to me as the door to the room knocked.
‘What?” Sam snapped as the door opened and the maid walked in with a glass of iced tea I looked at him and shook my head for snapping at the girl I walked over to her
“Thank you” she smiled and nodded at me before hurrying out of the room. “That wasn’t nice” I took a drink and put the glass on a coaster on the nightstand
“I’m sick of getting interrupted when I’m with you” He moaned “I want time to talk to you and…” The door knocked again “GOD DAMN IT… GO AWAY” the door opened and Dante walked in “DID YOU NOT HEAR ME”
“I heard we need to go out NOW” Dante was hard toned. Sam frowned at him “Tricia you have free run of the house” Dante turned and looked at me “but please do not go near the main drive way or the gates” I nodded “Sam” Dante looked back at him
“Give me a minute” Sam nodded Dante backed out of the room and closed the door
“I’m sorry I’m running out on you again” he held my hands “I’ll be back as soon as I can and I promise you we will talk”
“I feel afraid” I held his hands tighter, something about Dante’s tone meant something was wrong and I was scared for Sam. He hung his head and closed his eyes “Sam”
“I’ll be back okay, I promise you I’ll be back” he kissed my forehead and walked to the door he opened it and looked round at me before closing it after him,
I sat on the bed and drew my knees up to my chest, My head hurt trying to work it all out, I had no idea what Sam wanted he was so back and forth, everyone else seemed to treat me like I was breakable and to a certain extent laughable I took a deep breath. I’d kill to be like Lyra and Evie, confident and outgoing and knew what they were doing, instead of the girl that had grown up alone and sheltered to the point I had no idea of how to be with a man. My father had taken everything from me and now I was paying for it emotionally. I got dressed and picked up my drink and my book and pencils and left the room the rugs in the hallway soft under my bare feet. I paused at the top of the stairs people were moving about and chattering away somewhere downstairs. I walked down quietly and looked round the hallway split off to the left and the right. I chewed my lip.
“My Dear” I jumped and looked round as Siman Novak walked down the stairs “Would you like me to show you around” he smiled warmly “I miss having my girls around” I frowned at him “Evie and Lyra”
“Oh yes of course” I nodded “If it’s not too much to ask I’d like to see the gardens” A smile lit his face and he offered me his arm I hesitated before doing it as he walked with me down the hall.
I see Lyra and Evie took you to the hair salon?” I nodded “Well it looks very pretty”
Thank you” He pushed open a set of French doors from the huge dinning room the neatly kept walled garden had a stepping stone like path round it’s flower beds they led to a huge weeping willow tree that dipping in to a stream that ran along to bottom of the garden. “This is beautiful” I let go of his arm and looked round taking in the silky coolness of the lush grass under my feet. He stopped walking and watched me tip my head back feeling the warmth of the sun on my face a new sensation I’d discovered since meeting Sam and couldn’t see me tiring with it.
“I hear you’re an artist” I faced him “Lyra told me you do amazing work” he glanced down at my ‘Sam’ book in my hand.
“People tell me I’m good I just like the feeling of escape when I draw” I shrugged.
“You should try ot get to some of the galleries here in Prague they are some of the finest in the world” he beamed
“Dante told me I wasn’t to go out” I chewed my lip “And I think he meant it…” the door from the house opened again and Milos walked out and said something to Siman.
“Well Dante is right and Sam would never forgive me if anything happened to you so for now you stay here and then maybe one of the days you can go to the galleries and the museums here” He nodded “Do you mind if I go and take care of a phone telephone call” I shook my head “Milos will be right here if you need anything” I glanced at Milos he was intimidating just standing there looking like he could block out the sun “I’ll be back in a short while” He bowed his head a little and walked inside the house. I walked down the pathway and sat down under the willow tree and watched the butterflies flit around from flower to flower.
The thought of going and seeing artwork actually on show in a gallery or a museum excited me, I’d read books from the library in Radlov’s house on fine art and all the different artists and wanted to see the paintings I’d seen in books actually up close would be amazing. The sudden thought of walking through a gallery with Sam made smile, walking hand in hand looking at the pictures. I sighed I think Art galleries and museums would be so far removed from anything Sam would want to do.
I opened the book and looked at the last picture I’d drawn of Sam from when we’d been on the plane, but it was half finished, the dark glasses where down over his eyes covering the pain that I’d seen in them, the light pencil markings defined how tightly set his jaw was, the picture giving of the vibe of a man in pain but covering it up. I turned the pages and tapped the pencil lightly as the sound of the stream caught my attention making me thinking of the bath and Sam walking in and the look of Sheer shock, I let the pencil flow over the paper capturing the look and the darkness that had seemed to fill his eyes………….