𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮
In a world overrun by souls coming back to haunt the living, where young girls and boys are the only ones who have the talent to fight this rising problem. A world in which being touched by a ghost is a death sentence.
Sophie...
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chapter thirteen, sweet dreams and no-so-sweet apologies.
SOPHIE WAS RIGHT. The whole forty-minute journey back home was spent in insufferable silence, but none of the three agents were willing to be the first to break the quiet. Sophie knew if she started to talk she wouldn't stop. All the way home she was practising this grand speech in her head, one that she was better off never saying if she was hoping to ever make amends with the older boy.
Sophie was slouched back in her seat, her arms crossed as she stared ahead of her- they were coming towards their street after what felt like hours. George was sat in the middle, anxiously twiddling his thumbs while Lockwood was busy glaring at the passing houses outside the window.
Lockwood was the first to speak up after quickly paying the driver, and stepping out of the black car. "That was a complete waste of time."
Sophie ignored his grumble, her eyes glowering at him. "What the hell happened? You were supposed to have my back," although she was completely fine, Sophie couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if Fittes hadn't been there to throw that flare. Her team were nowhere near her, and if she hadn't tuned out in time she would've never seen that Wraith sneaking up on her.
"I was trying to get to you," he defended, his pace hurrying. "There were too many of them," he whipped his head towards George as he unlocked the front door and stepped inside. "How could you not realize it was an execution site?"
George gasped, appalled at the fact that Lockwood was trying to pin the blame on him. "You gave me no time for research. Again!"
"They had time to figure it out," Lockwood yelled, pulling his rapier out before tossing it in the basket by the wall. His movements were fast and sharp. "They knew exactly what they were walking into."
"They don't have to actually visit the libraries and churches like I do," George gaped, slamming the door behind him.
Sophie threw her weapon with the others, unzipping her jacket. "Do not put the blame on George for this," she replied, her voice low- a contrast to the two boys' shouting. "Maybe if you actually told me about the case I could've helped him-"
"Hey," a small voice spoke up from the corner of the room, immediately haulting the teenager's argument.
Three heads shot towards Lucy with wide eyes. "Hi," Sophie greeted, her sour mood immediately shifting. She took a step towards the younger girl, who was staring at the agents opposite her. She looked perfectly fine. "How are you feeling?"
"Normal?" She replied with a nod, a small smile gracing her lips. "Thanks for letting me sleep in."
George clutched his black and orange coat tighter to his chest, his bushy eyebrows knitting together. "Are you sure you're okay?"
She nodded, glancing at the three in front of her strangely. "How about you guys? I'm guessing you didn't find that Wraith."
Sophie's jaw dropped, her eyes flickering between Lockwood and Lucy. "So there was enough time to tell everyone but me?"
