Too Bad It Was Already Too Late

Everything in me was screaming even though I stared at Heather with a blank expression on my face. I could feel a tempest raging inside of me and I had to dig my nails inside of my palm to keep my composure.

Heather stood there, looking calm and composed as if waiting for me to speak. I kept my gaze on her the entire time, my expression neutral not willing to give her a glimpse of the emotion I was feeling on the inside.

Okay, she just mentioned the black knight, she didn't ask if I was the black knight! If she did then it was going to be a whole different case which means all I have to do, is just play everything right. Like try to unconsciously but purposefully stir the conversation away from it and then everything would be alright. Should be completely easy, right?

Plastering a look of confusion on my face, I cocked my head at Heather. "The black Knight? What is that?"

"Not a what, my lady. But a who?" Heather replied me with a saccharine smile, "The black knight is a vigilante, one that heeds the call of the hopeless and helps them fight against the injustice in the kingdom." Heather said then began pacing across the room, "You see at first, I had always considered the black knight to be a myth…"

A myth? Really? I thought to myself but schooled my expression when Heather continued speaking.

"Until I had my boys along with other children who had been taken forcefully delivered to me." Heather said, "To me, of all people. You know, if only my boys had been delivered to me and the other kids in their homes, then I wouldn't have thought too much about it. But somehow, all the children were delivered to me by a masked stranger, who suddenly trust me, a mere stranger to take care of children I don't even know. What would you even call that?"

Shit, shit, shit! I mentally cursed myself. A forced laughter escaped me as I stared at Heather, "A miracle, perhaps?"

"Still going to deny it to the very end I see." Heather sounded almost disappointed.

Then she heaved out a sigh and marched towards my wardrobe and I thought she was about to pick out my clothing for the day but I got the shock of my life when instead of opening the wardrobe, she pushed it aside.

"No!" I yelled out but it was already too late. Heather moved the wardrobe aside, revealing the hidden compartment on the bare wall, then she opened it and it revealed my costumes and my stash of weapons.

"Next time when you plan an impromptu trip with your husband, you might want to take proper care of your items, so no one will ever find your secret." Heather said and at that moment I wanted to do nothing more than wipe the smug smile from her face.

Feeling a surge of anger at myself for being so careless. I walked towards Heather and slammed the compartment close. "That's because I didn't think anyone would enter my room, no one cares enough to anyway only when they need something it would seem!" I snapped at her and the realization of what I said had just set in when Heather's gaze widened.

Oh gods, what have I done? I thought as I stared at her. "Listen Heather, I'm…"

"No, no, no, it's alright." Heather apologized, "You are right anyway. I never cared. All I did was just to enter and do my job, I do not acre to start up a conversation despite knowing how lonely you were. I only came to you because I needed you to save my children which I will forever be indebted to you, so there's no need to apologize." Heather said shooting me a melancholic smile but that didn't do anything to ease the guilt that I was feeling.

I nodded my head at her, "So what are you going to do about it? Now that you know my secret."

"Oh I'm not going to tell anyone if that's what you are worried about."

"I'm not worried." Liar! I was deeply apprehensive about what she was going to do now that she knows my secret.

Heather moved my wardrobe back into place, "I actually wanted to work with you."

"Work with me?" I asked cocking my head at her.

Nodding her head confidently, Heather gazed at me, her eyes lighting up as she spoke. "Yes I can believe I can be of great help to you."

Unless she had suddenly developed an insane skill in martial art, I don't see how she can help me. "Heather, this is dangerous work and I don't think you can help me."

"Well I believe I can." Heather countered, "Doing your line of work, I believe that you will need a good cover. Imagine how easily anyone can find out about your secret just as I did. Though I only found out because I came to take care of your room and do the laundry, but still if I did. It's only a matter of time before someone else does and it could be anyone. It could be a maid, the lady of the house or heavens help you, your husband?"

I felt my heart beat faster at the mention if Reagan. I wasn't sure I was ready to show him that part of me. It is a huge secret, something part of my life and if he were to find out about it now, I wasn't sure how he was going to take it. Moreover, it was still too early in our relationship to show him something like this.

Heather was right, I will need a good cover up because no one else can find out. Most especially Reagan, I just started something good with him and I wouldn't want it to end before it even started.

So I nodded my head agreeing to Heather's demand. "Very well then, you can help just as long as you keep the secret to yourself." I said and Heather's face lit up but I wasn't done just yet, "You should also know this, if I ever find out you've been breathing a word about this to anyone else, let's just say what Finch will do to you will be small compared to what I'll do, do you understand me?" I asked her with a nefarious grin on my face.

For the first time since she'd known me, Heather showed signs of fear. Her skin grew pale and her eyes widened and I could see the questions swimming with them also with a little bit of regret.

I bet she was already wishing she thought this true, too bad it was already too late!