❝If there was one thing Anthony Lockwood was afraid of, it would be Carolynne Blair Lynch's pure, mere, terrifying beauty.❞
𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭? Perhaps a day that didn't go your way so now you'd...
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𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬 - her hand gliding along the banister. There was a shift in the air around half way up and she felt the dreaded fear settle in the pit of her stomach weighing her down.
"Knocking's back." Lucy spoke, there was a tremor in her tone, "getting louder."
"It stopped," Lucy hesitantly spoke again as she stepped onto the landing behind the other girl. "As soon as I stepped onto the landing, something knows we're here."
Lockwood glanced down at the thermostat on his belt, "temperature's dropping."
"Well that was a bit obvious," Carolynne spoke for the first time since they left the kitchen - almost shivering. "And here I thought downstairs was bad."
"Right, torches off.'' Lucy told them as she turned her own off, "I need to tune in."
"Pick a door," Lockwood told them, "any door."
Lucy looked to Carolynne and gestured to the one farthest from them, the taller girl nodded. "We'll go with the furthest."
