See No Evil (Anthony Lockwood)

chapter 26

Violet rolled her shoulder out lightly. Stretching it out slowly for a few minutes. She had just gotten her arm out of a splint and was instructed to do light exercises with it to get it back to good working condition. Her ribs still gave her slight trouble, but the doctor's had said they were healing just fine.

Violet took a deep breath as she got ready to climb down the stairs to the kitchen once again. Lockwood & Co. had been taking a break since the end of the bone glass case so that they could all heal and recuperate properly. Violet and Lockwood were both steadily healing their physical wounds. George was doing better, but Violet could tell he had some days where he was just...different. Lucy was very attentive to all of them. She had been a huge help around the house. She still felt a lot of guilt for everything that had happened with George. They all did. They had all failed each other as friends and as family.

Violet slowly made her way down the stairs until she reached the bottom floor. She saw a note just inside the door and her entire body just sagged. They hadn't received a letter from that weird person since they sent the razor lined envelope. So she was a bit nervous. She didn't think she was ready to deal with anything that serious right now.

Violet bent down and picked up the letter, checking the handwriting on the front. It was that same neat cursive. But it was her name again. Violet gripped onto the envelope tight. She didn't think she could handle a stalker right now. Things were just getting back to semi-normal at the agency.

Violet jumped back when a knock on the door sounded a moment later. She hesitantly looked through the peephole, only to see a delivery man. Violet opened up the door with the best smile she could manage, though she knew it probably still looked very forced and awkward.

"Package for a...Violet Summers at Lockwood & Co.," the man said with a medium sized cardboard box under his arm.

Violet nodded, "Yeah, that's me."

"Here," he handed over the package.

"Um...do you know who it's from?" Violet asked.

"Nope," was all he said before walking away, clearly not wanting to stay any longer than he had to.

Violet scowled and shut the door, "Ok then."

Violet took the package and the envelope into the kitchen where everyone else was already at the table. She wasn't surprised. She had been sleeping in a lot these days and then spending extra time doing stretches.

Lockwood's eyes lit up at the package, "Is that for me?"

"Sorry, love, it's mine," Violet said as she set the package and envelope down, "Also, another love letter."

George rose a brow, "Another one? From the same person? Are you sure it's a love letter? Last time they sent razor blades."

"To be fair, that was addressed to Lockwood," Lucy pointed out.

"To be fair, Violet was the one who ended up hurt."

Violet tilted her head back and forth, "Alright, so i'll be careful. Pocket knife."

Violet took out her pocket knife and carefully opened up the flap of the envelope first, but relaxed when she realized it was all clear.

"So they just hate Lockwood then? Fair enough," George commented, taking a bite of his toast.

Lockwood stood up and rounded the table, "Let's see what it says."

Violet sighed and read the letter aloud, "'From you have I been absent in the spring, when proud-pied April, dressed in all her trim, hath put a spirit of youth in everything, that heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell of different flowers in odor and in hue, could make me any summer's story tell, or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew. Nor did I wonder at lily's white, nor praise the deep vermillion in the rose; they were but sweet, but figures of delight drawn after you,-you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, as with your shadow I with these did play.'"