My Ice Prince - стр. 64

– And Cedric doesn't think so: he advised me…

Suddenly Markus's face contorted into a grimace of pain or rage, and the glass he was clutching in his palm burst, spilling blood all over the table and our clothes.

– Misha!» exclaimed Mariszka in a sharp, icy tone.

«What's going on! What have I done!» – flashed through my head, and I jumped up sharply from my chair.

– I'm sorry! I… I'm sorry Markus, I don't know what's going on, but I want to leave! I'll go! – I exclaimed fearfully and ran for the stairs.

– Mischa! – I heard Markus' remorseful voice. – I'm sorry!

– Don't, my dear, don't apologise: she will understand when she finds out, – Mariszka said to him affectionately.

– 'She mustn't find out. Do you have any idea how it will affect her? – Markus asked her.

– 'Why should it affect her? I know my sister and I know that she hasn't found common language with Cedric.

– He said there's a lot we don't know about her.

– Markus, it's all right, I'm with you. Don't think about it.

There was the sound of a kiss and then there was silence.

Running out of the restaurant, I hid around the corner and leaned my back against the wall. My clothes were splattered with blood and my soul was filled with incomprehension and confusion.

«Markus got so mad he crushed the glass… What am I doing here? We have to leave… We have to get out of here now!» – I thought frantically.

But then Mariszka appeared in front of me.

– Misha, why did you run away? – She asked me affectionately, stroking my shoulder.

– What's wrong with him? Why did he get so angry? – I almost cried.

– He was tired, you know? He's just tired. – My sister's eyes filled with pity. – Poor thing, were you scared?

– Yes, very scared» I answered in a shaky voice. – Can I go home? I can't stay here any longer.

– But we've only been together an hour and a half. Well, calm down. Do you want to go for a walk or go shopping?

– Mariszka, we're splattered with blood! – I was desperate to escape to Oxford.

– It's no problem: we'll go to my hotel right now and change. Even if you want to leave, you still need a change of clothes, I hope you realise that?

I even smiled at this bitter truth: she was right – they wouldn't let me on the bus dressed like this! They'd be asking me where the blood came from!

– All right, but then I'll leave» I agreed sullenly.

My sister silently took me by the hand and led me to the car in which she had come to Big Ben. As people passed by, they looked at us in surprise, and I was ashamed of my appearance.

We arrived at the hotel, went into Mariszka's suite, she washed the blood off my face and hands (luckily my hair was clean), then I changed into one of her dresses (my sister loved dresses, and she had a lot of them) and a grey jacket. I didn't take off my boots, as the alternative was heeled shoes. After that, I had to wait for Mariszka to shower, change and call Markus to tell him about her walking me to the bus, and he said he was waiting for Brandon, who was supposed to show up any minute.

«Is that the Brandon Grayson who was at their wedding? He's just stunningly handsome! Also an extremely charming man» I remembered. That was all I knew about him, though, because I'd only seen him a couple of times.

After leaving the hotel, Mariszka and I got into the car and drove to the bus station. There my sister said goodbye to me, apologised for the bad day and Markus's behaviour, and left.