by Amelia Grace
Chapter Thirteen
I was really peeved at myself for raising my hopes that this would be the end to the trail—an infuriating trial of fulfilling Gran’s final wish. I had found the last keyhole, only to open it up and find another four keyholes with four more bloody keys!
What was this stupid journey? Was it a big joke and was Gran watching me from heaven, laughing at my gullibility?
I felt so naive and used.
I lost a tear from my eye as I hung my head in disappointment.
‘Four more keys?’ Ben questioned. His voice was flat.
REALLY???? I wanted to yell at him in exasperation. But I didn’t.
I was so very tired of the whole business. It was time to distance myself from the drawing room before I smashed the golden box and the four small keys into fairy dust. Stupid, stupid small golden box with the stupid, stupid four small keys!
‘I’ve really got to get out of here. This is doing my head in.’ I launched myself onto my feet before Ben could help me up off the floor. I walked to and fro at a frantic pace, then slowed and returned to Ben and put my arms around him.
I needed to hold on to my sun.