Chapter Twelve

"There's only one room left, upper floor."

"Thank you," Callum said. "I think we will manage. Besides, we don't have much of a choice, as there isn't anything much nearby."

"What do you mean only one room?" Oliver interrupted. The innkeeper looked at him as if he was mentally challenged.

"If there's really no other way..." Callum smiled and looked at Oliver. "I hope it's no trouble for you, too?"

"No." Oliver said shortly.

"I will need a name and the pay for the room."

"Gregory." Oliver said "I will wait outside. "

"Excuse my cousin," he heard Callum explaining to the man while he was fixing the paper works and Oliver almost pushed people out of his way. 

Oliver was smoking outside when Callum came to pick him up. He sat down next to him, and Oliver resisted the urge to get up.

"I know it's inconvenient, but I couldn't come up with anything else."

"You don't need to apologize to your servant. "

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