Run Away

We ran inside and he pulled me around behind him. Slamming the door and turning the lock before putting the chain and key back around his neck.

I slumped against the wall and slid down it. Breathing heavily in relief.

"Now, what the devil are ye?" I noticed that his accent had returned in full force after the commotion.

"Why is it that sometimes you speak very cultured and then in a moment, you go back to speaking like a barbarian?"

His head snapped to give me a quick look. "Always questioning the little things, aren't ye?"

I returned his look levelly.

At length, he shrugged as if deciding the secret wasn't worth keeping. "I've friends, much to your surprise, I'm sure. Cultured men that've tried for a long time to teach me to be a bit more...refined."

He said the word as if it made him feel dirty.

"Why would they do that?"

"Because they say I'm a bit rough around the edges." He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck as if somewhat ashamed of this fact.

I snorted. "You're certainly