I rest my head in my hands and let out a shaky breath before looking back at Clara sleeping next to the spot I should be rested in. Tapping my pen on my journal I look back down at the words written. The writing rushed and panicked. Matching my own feelings, 'I I scribbled down. My vision darkened over with flashbacks of one of the nights I lost her. Those seven cloaked men, only thing showing through was their rings with the Freemason symbol on them. Her red hair hid her face as she landed in the snow with her blood bleeding out and running into the markings on the ground from where they sacrificed her. .' Hearing shifting behind me I closed my journal and look back to see Clara slowly waking up. "Good morning my dear." "Merlin." She said to me with beautiful sleepy blue eyes and a sweet sleepy smile that rested on her pink supple lips. The autumn sun shone through the curtains in our room at the B&B brightly making her golden locks shine. The white sheets left little to the imagination that clung to her bare skin.