Chapter 13

The room was warm and smelled of turkish delight dusted with icing suger. Miu didn't like turkish delights, they were too sweet. However, she loved everything else about them. The large walls were lined with books and at the centre, a low table was surrounded by big, fluffy cushions. Kano headed straight for the wine bottle at the centre.

The sound of curtains quickly scraping along the rail came from the corner of the room. A man in a long, deep blue, dressing gown shuffled into the room.

"Why don't people ever knock?" he murmured before turning towards his guests. He paused, staring intently at Miu. His eyes were a deep purple, as if a splash of red had been added to the deep blue of his dressing gown. He looked old yet his face still had a spark of childlike playfulness. "Well who do we have here?" he questioned. Mischief flashed in his eyes.

"I've already told you sir," Taemin said with a sigh,"This is Miu, the one the kid was trying to kill." He slowed his speech. 

The old man hung his head and rubbed his forehead. "I know you idiot!! Can't I ever have a bit of fun?!" He smiled.

"And what kind of fun would that be great-grandfather?" Miu spoke up. 

Taemin stared in shock. Kano lowered his glass and looked on intrigued. Her relative just chuckled.