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 i
