Dreaming.
That's what the two girls thought was the farthest they could do, until they found themselves in the gnarly old streets of Ketterdam.
With book characters coming to life and illicit secrets at deadly stakes, Jan Van Eck is back, stronger t...
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Lynn kept thinking of the one dagger strapped onto her thigh, the same one she struggled to hold a week ago. Would she have to wield it out to someone? Would she hurt to death by it?. Only the future would know now.
"So, plan recap" bluffed Vivi, interrupting her thoughts
"You go back, I go front, You hide underneath those wheel-y tables which Daphne wheels into the front room, and I pretend to take Daphne as my date and go into the Banquet hall. You sneakily come out of the table in the bar room, and head towards the exit where Zephyr the *waiter* ushers you over to the banquet hall to 'clean up' and-"
"And we wait till the two men come over" Lynn interrupts, "Once they are on the dance floor, we get on up there, with Zephyr and Daph. You dance with Daph until the first switch where you go to Remco, take the envelope and sway back to Zeph, I'll do the same with the other guy. And we head out before they notice"
"What if the opposing gangs try to stop us?" Vivi added, adjusting the hem of her off-shoulder ruffle
"We fight, or quite literally die"
"We do be dying though" Vivi shrugged
"No, seriously though, its been two week. What must our families be thinking" Vivi's voice quivered.
Lynn cleared her throat, "I'm sure creepy thrift shop guy found a replacement"
"Don't want them wanted dead or alive posters anywhere" Vivienne smiled
"If they take our school ids i'm suing"
"To say, these past events have been quite a miracle. I don't think we'll be the same again once we return" Vivienne uttered
"Its kind of like reading a favorite book if you think about it. You're never quite the same again once you're done reading it" Lynn said, looking outside the small carriage window
"What if I don't want the book to end?" Vivienne shrugged but Lynn could sense the remorse. They both fell quiet after this.
Lynn and Vivienne both never quite understood why the protagonist in a book always returned home.
Perhaps it was the fact that they both never quiet felt what the word was supposed to them feel.
Home for them was brief and insignificant little things. It was the warm rays of the evening sun wavering over them. It was the stressed pages and the highlighted lines of a book they adored. The warm tingling sensation in hands holding a warm beverage. Stepping on dried autumn leaves and the lingering essence of lavender oil. They lived in a suffocating town, with dreams that seemed unrealistic and words and choices left unsaid. Their lives seemed to be moving way too fast, with the briefest droplets of happiness here and there, and nothing but memories they hadn't quite made yet and lives they'd lived through characters.
Sometimes in life, a miracle is much needed to keep moving further. A change, something big. Ketterdam was always a good idea.
After much grumbling and eating toffees and biscuits from the baskets Nina had gifted them, the girls reached The Palace. The carriage man smiled at them with crooked teeth, sending a chill down their spines.
