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⊹ Book 1 of the Aldergrove Duology ⊹
After being told he has only six months left to live, Clementine decides to track down his sister's murderers, leading him to Aldergrove Academy, a place...
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Clementine lay in his bed staring up at the ceiling. The sound of Elliot and Mathew's chess game echoed through the walls, denying him any sort of relaxation, and every time Mavis cheered, Clementine felt himself slipping into something quite like madness.
He sighed and rolled onto his right side so that he was facing the wall. As much as he hated it, he couldn't stop thinking about Sebastien. Today had been the second time he'd shown up just in time to scare Ian away, and he couldn't stop wondering...why? Was it really just because Sebastien wasn't done toying with him yet? His behaviour pointed to yes, but Clementine suspected there was more to it.
Did Sebastien want something from him? Could he actually be looking into that arachnoid's death, trying to find out if he and Elliot were involved?
Rolling his eyes, he stuffed his hand under his pillow and huffed irritably. Whatever it was Sebastien wanted, he despised him. He was so annoying and smug and that goddamn smirk...Clementine wanted to smack it off his face.
Why was he wasting his time thinking about that idiot, though? He should be working out his plan. He needed to get death caps as well as head back up into the teachers' lounge and skim through the files to try and obtain the faces and names of as many Ravenblood here as he could. If he went for the files first, then perhaps he could use the death caps to take out multiple Ravenblood. But no matter what, killing Ian first was his main priority. He'd only be able to avoid Ian for so long, and eventually, Mathew might not be enough to keep him away. After all, he'd approached their table at lunch confidently before Sebastien had shown up.
As Mavis' ear-piercing giggle slithered through the walls, Clementine tutted irritably and sat up. He looked down at his pocket watch, which he'd left open on his bedside cabinet, and when he saw that it was only three o'clock, he groaned irritably and fell back down onto his pillow.
Just then, a knock came at his door.
Clementine lifted his head and set his eyes on Elliot.
"Hey, do you want to join us?" he asked him.
"No," he grumbled, resting his head on his pillow again. "Chess isn't really my thing."
"We're actually about to play cards."
"Cards aren't my thing either."
"Okay...what about checkers?"
Clementine lifted his head to glare at him, but he kept himself from snapping. He sat up, exhaled deeply, and shrugged. "I'm just not..." his words quietened and halted as he felt the air around him become cold. He watched as Elliot frowned in dread, and when Mavis and Mathew's voices fell silent in the lounge, whispers began to seep through the woodwork.
