Megan felt tired after several hours of walking. She was looking for a place to sit, but now all the seats were taken. Ordering a pint of ale at one of the tents, she asked what time it was.
Its only 10:15. The fern hasnt bloomed yet, said the man with a smile, handing her the drink.
Moving among the celebrators, it was possible to catch snippets of conversation. Many spoke of the mystical plant. Some sincerely believed in its blooming, others mocked the believers, especially those who planned to search for it at midnight. However, Megan didnt pay much attention, as she was occupied with searching for Derek and had no intention of wandering the dark forest at night, in the hope of finding a mythical flower, which may or may not exist. Her gaze quickly scanned the faces around the tables.
As she moved away from the crowd, the hum of voices grew fainter. She walked down towards the river. Behind her, the folk festivities and the reflections of burning fires remained. She sat on one of the large stones at the waters edge and thoughtfully looked ahead. There, on the hill, stood Castle Raven, and to the left, in the valley, was Castle Mal. They created such a beautiful and harmonious picture.
Megan turned abruptly when she felt someone sit beside her. And there he was, the one she had been waiting for. Calmly and silently, he gazed at the river.
Derek! Ive been looking for you. Her heart began pounding with joy.
Really? he asked, shifting his gaze from the river to her.
You were in my room, not only the night I was attacked, but the other night too. You kissed me. I realized it wasn't a dream. Why did you secretly sneak into the castle in the middle of the night? You say youre protecting me, but you appear in my bedroom and ignore my questions. Who the hell are you? And what do you want from me? Megan asked assertively, eager for answers.
So many questions, Miss McKenzie. Where shall I start? he asked with a slight smile on his face.
"Why did you come to my room?
To bring you back after you fainted, Derek stubbornly pretended as if he hadnt understood which night she was referring to.
You know perfectly well I'm talking about your other visit. You were in my bedroom, whispering my name, kissing me!
Ah, that night You enchanted me with your beauty. I couldn't resist; I had a strong desire to kiss you.
So, you really believe this barbaric tactic, of sneaking into the castle while I'm asleep, kissing me, and then jumping out of the window from the second floor, is a good approach? Lucky you didn't break your neck, she smirked for the first time, seeing his broad and genuine smile.
I thought it was rather romantic, not barbaric, he teased her.
Megan was astonished by the unfolding of events, while he found it genuinely amusing. On one hand, she was angry that he ignored her questions or made light of them. Yet, at the same time, she felt joy that he was here. He had found her.
Tell me, who are you?
Im Derek.
Youve already told me that. Where do you live?
Not far from here.
No one here knows anyone by the name of Derek.
He continued to speak with a smile, never taking his eyes off her. Really? Youve already inquired? Youve taken quite an interest in me; Im flattered.
Yes, quite an interest. Because youre a strange individual.
It only seems that way to you. I'm just an ordinary person, absolutely normal.
Its odd, to say the least, that you stand on the hill outside the castle every night.
Not every night.
Fine, not every night. But youre watching me!
I see nothing strange in this. Derek kept bouncing the questions back at her, smiling playfully.
After a short pause, he added, Im from Thurso, that's why you couldn't find any information about me.
I see, muttered Megan, feeling foolish. Mentally she tried to analyze the situation: perhaps there really was nothing strange. She might have imagined all these absurdities and believed in them. Perhaps Derek just stood near the castle on the first evening, enjoying the scenery, and after seeing that she was in danger, carried her safely to her room. Maybe she appealed to him, and decided to get acquainted with her in this unusual way. Methods of acquaintance do vary. Derek, presumably, preferred this one. After all, they are Highlanders; perhaps this is their custom.
Are you going after the fern flower? Derek asked with a grin.
No, of course not.
Why so categorically?
Firstly, I don't believe in it. Secondly, I'm afraid of the dark and anything unexplainable.
Really? he asked, smiling enigmatically.
Yes really. And do you believe in these fairy tales?
The fern blooming once a year is an absolute fact. And I am not afraid of the darkness or the inexplicable, he answered with a serious expression on his face.
I hope you're not saying that you've once picked the flower and now possess magical powers? she teased him.
I have never picked a fern flower, and I do not have any magical powers, Derek said just as seriously.
Thats good to know, because I was starting to get scared.
Scared of what?
Well, as Ive already mentioned, Im afraid of what cant be explained.
But even the inexplicable can be explained; dont you agree?
I dont know. But I do know that I dont like this topic, Megan responded, frowning.
Did you enjoy the festival?
Yes, I did.
How long are you planning to stay here, Megan?
Another week, I think, and then itll be time to go back home, she answered with a slight sadness in her voice.
At these words, he grew more serious and thoughtful.
And who will manage the distillery?
I suppose my cousin Warren will. Wait, how do you know about the distillery? Megan asked surprised.
Everyone around here knows about it, Derek smiled and again lapsed into silence.
After waiting a bit, the girl asked, What are you thinking about so deeply?
You, he said with a smile.
And more specifically?
If you leave, how will I live without you? He seemed to be joking, but her heart beat faster at these words.
Suddenly Derek pulled her close and kissed her passionately. Megan's head spun and her chest pounded so loudly that she thought even he could hear it. She was overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions. This kiss was the sweetest shes had in her life.
Derek looked into her eyes.
Megan thought about the astonishing feeling taking over her, as if she has known Derek for a long time. He felt so familiar and beloved to her. Her entire being was drawn to him. Her soul sought his. The girl ran her finger across his face, from his temple to his chin, carefully studying his handsome features. Flawless skin, precise eyebrows, dark thick hair. Today, Megan noticed, he wasn't wearing his beret.
Youre admiring me? he asked with a smile.
Yes, youre remarkably attractive; how old are you?
He was silent for a moment, continuing to gaze at her intently.
I'm twenty-nine, he said after the brief pause.
What do you do for a living? Where do you work?
He did not seem to expect this question and wasn't ready to answer it right away. It was the first time Megan saw him at a loss.
I work in the city administration of Thurso, he said calmly after a moment's hesitation.
And what about you? What do you do in London?
How did you know I'm from London?
You're originally from here, you just live in London, he emphasized. Everyone knows the story about how your mother left this place many years ago, being pregnant with you.
Yes, that's right. I keep forgetting that this is a village. Everyone knows everything about each other. I own a restaurant; my mom opened it many years ago. She moved to America to live with her husband while I stayed in London. Sam, the restaurant manager, helps me out. Hes great; without him, I wouldnt have been able to do it."