𝙄 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙥𝙪
Emmy Madden, your average girl, living in England of all places, but she knew it was what her parents what have wanted for her, a better future, a brand new start, and a better way fo...
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"Oh, my days. You and I, Emmy are the ones in. Tomb fit for a pharaoh."
Steven and Emmy had managed to escape through the edit and found the tomb, Emmy still didn't understand what happened after Steven killed the creature or if it was Steven.
Emmy stood closely behind her brother as they walked through the tomb, letting all their excitement go after finding all the good treasures hided inside, Emmy stepped over the water carefully glancing at the tall bourse statue.
"Thutmose ll." Emmy eyes widen gasping softly at the gold statue, moving down to a army of tiny soldiers. "Nefertiti, holy cow I can't believe this."
Steven moved closer to the tomb stopping at a familiar statue. "Oh, it's gotta be one of the big'uns."
"So, you kissed her." Marc Spector appeared from the water's reflection below them. Emmy turned finding Steven frozen in his spot, frowning at him.
Steven gulped staring down at himself, Emmy hummed realizing he was talking to Marc. "What are you gonna do? Try and drown us now?" Steven moved away.
"Yeah, I should." Marc says. "But you also told her the truth about why I've been pushing her away. And that was unexpected." The man admits.
"Is it weird that I find it weird that you kissed Layla, even though you are in the same body?" Emmy innocently narrowed down at the water not seeing Marc but Steven's reflection thinking that maybe Marc was there.
Marc chuckled nodding his head, Steven turned around shrugging. "I don't know, but all I know is that I have a wife." He smiles.
"What!?" Marc glared at himself, Steven winched at the loudness. "You're ridiculous, she isn't yours she's my wife! You're out of your— bloody mind!"
Emmy stared at the blank expression on Steven's face feeling like Marc was talking to him, or shouting. "What is he saying?" Emmy asked him.
Steven hummed turning to meet her glaze shaking his head with a small chuckle. "He's agreeing with me, come on." The British man says moving away from the puddle.
Emmy shrugged following after him, stopping at a tall statue where Steven kneeled down to get a better view. "Oh, wow, look at that. Look at all these relics. Macedonian? No. What?"
