𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 || 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 [𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐕𝐄𝐑.]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔

Rêverie never put her phone down. Ever since she had left the autopsy she had kept it close at hand, fiddling with it nervously. She was pretty sure something bad had happened, the time limit for Griffin to give her an update on the situation had already passed.

“‘Nero's taking care of it. Don't worry about them.’

You wouldn't say the same if Carlisle was involved.

‘But he's not, so don't make a big deal out of it.’”

Rêverie kept her head down, not out of sorrow for Charlie's friend, but so that they couldn't see the annoyance and concern on her face.

Rêverie didn't care what was going on around her, how Isabella's eyes looked in her direction waiting for her attention or how Carlisle gave her a worried look and sought to get closer but hesitated.

“I-I still have things to do, so I'll go back first,” she uttered with a slight stutter as her eyes looked red.

She looked like someone affected by the death of an acquaintance.

“See you later.”

Watching Cosette's figure walk away, Edward thought that Magnus had been wrong in his assumption. Cosette couldn't be Rêverie, not if she was affected by the death of someone she didn't even know well.

“Let's go.”

He noticed that Bella was no longer at his side, but had entered the police station as he watched Carlisle walk to his car.

When they arrived home, they could see everyone gathered in the living room.

“Is something wrong, Carlisle?”

“She kept looking at her phone, seemed to be waiting for some news,” he said, sitting down on the living room couch.

“An update on her plan. Whatever she's carrying out,” Magnus pointed out, paying no attention to him.

“You can't be sure they're the same person. You haven't seen her yet.”

“Did I forget to mention that you apparently work with someone she hates?” He questioned, looking up from his book. “Putting that on the table, it was only a matter of time before she returned to Forks to deal with him.”

“What?”

“What do you mean by back?” questioned Rosalie with a frown as she put a hand on her husband's arm in confusion, “And who are you talking about?”