❝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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𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐲 escaped from the building with ease, escaping the potential clutches of the Winkmans. They dashed down dark side streets before keeling over on a shadowed pavement to catch their breaths.
"What the hell was that, Lockwood?" Lucy cried out, gasping as she inhaled. "You too, Carolynne."
"Me?" Carolynne shrieked through heavy, "I was saving his ass."
"Flo was right," Lockwood heaved as he gestured behind them. "Total psychos."
"See!" Carolynne exclaimed as she straightened up, "we worriers are always right."
"Not them," Lucy frowned as she too straightened up, "you."
"Yeah," Carolynne folded her arms, "you were practically begging them to kill you."
Lockwood looked at Carolynne, confused, "I prefer to call it a noble sacrifice."
"Oh don't give us that shit," Lucy snapped. "If I hadn't come in time to give Carolynne a hand you would be dead. She would be dead."
"That's not true!" Lockwood protested profusely, "I...I had a plan." His voice grew small, "and even if I didn't in that very moment, I would've come up with one. You know that...I always do."
