𝚆𝚎 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 | 𝚃𝚎𝚠𝚔𝚜𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚢 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝒕 𝒘 𝒆 𝒍 𝒗 𝒆

~3rd Person POV~

People chattering can be heard from outside. The entrance bell of the café jingles.

"Grab a book and have a seat, and I'll be with you soon as I'm free." Edith said to the man, who is checking the books.

"Delightful. Perchaps you could join me for tea." Sherlock said opening a book. Edith continued to back away from him, ready to walk away. "I advise you not to... walk away." He said, closing the book and following her at the kitchen. "And yet you walk away anyway." He continued.

"Whatever you think you know, Sherlock Holmes, please be advised that if you disturb any of my customers-" Edith said raising a teapot threateningly.

"You'd hurt me badly?" Sherlock questioned. "I am well aware of your talents, Miss Grayston." He said in a well-knowingly manner. "The question is, what you'd risk if I were to advise my friends in the government to take look at this place." He started, the look on Edith's face shows how slightly is taken a back. "I know my brother would be delighted to browse your seditious, dangerous, and extremely banned bookshelves." He said, showing the cover of the book in his hands.

Edith scoffs. Tapping her fingers on the teapot to control her temper.

"You see?" Sherlock asked. "We can both hurt each other." He continues looking at Edith, who is still holding her teapot ready to throw it at him. "Now, please put tge teapot down. In your hands, it is a mighty weapon."

Edith sarcastically smiled, before putting the teapot down. Her face return to more neutral, scoffing at him. She put the teapot with quite a loud force.

"Thank you." Sherlock said. "Do you have any sense as to where my mother is?" He asked.

Edith started preparing a new batch of tea. "How did you find me?" She asked back.

"Letters hidden up her chimney. The ash on the sole of her shoe and the coal dust led me to them." He explained.

"She always said you never missed anything." She said while pouring hot water on the teapot.

"She needs to be home. She have daughters that need her." She explained.

"They seem to be surviving perfectly well on their own." She said.

"So you've seen her?" Sherlock asked. "Are the safe?"

"They had company, a useless boy. But clearly, they didn't feel like they needed him." She said before turning her back to get some things. "They are on their own path, and so, for better or worse, is Eudoria." She said putting down saucers.

"Whatever mischief you two are-" Sherlock asked, but got cut off.

"Mischief?!" Edith asked him. "A poor choice of word. Try not to sound like your brother. You haven't any hope of understanding any of this. You do know that?" She said in disappointment

"Educate me as to why?" Sherlock asked, like he hadn't taken a back by the lady's outburst.

"Because you don't know what it is to be without power." She simply answered. "Politics doesn't interest you. Why?" She asked.