Bab 142: Book 3 < His Heir >: Chapter 1 - Can we go hunting again?

　　　"Mum! Dad! I'm home!" I yell out, slamming the front door shut. It's Friday so I know both of them are back from work, ready to spend the weekend together. Once a month, we always head off to our cabin house in Scotland for the weekend, I'm allowed to bring a friend or two.

　　　Silence greets me and I listen out carefully, dropping my backpack to the floor.

　　　"Mum? Dad?" I call out, using my hands to comb my long dark hair upwards so I can secure it with a hair tie.

　　　"Are you guys getting it on? Because I really don't want to see that again. Hit the wall three times and I'll leave for an hour," I yell up the stairs. I can hear them chuckling from upstairs before Mum appears at the top of the stairs, smiling down at me.

　　　"Hi honey, how was school?" She asks me, still dressed in her work clothes. She's wearing a smart grey dress that clings to her body, her dark hair curled prettily around her shoulders.