The bar's dim lighting flickered over the blue team as they huddled together. Layne stood before them, smirking maliciously as she held a tray of shot glasses filled with amber liquid.
"Alright, listen up!" Layne announced to the group. "I'll be asking questions about the bride and groom. Get one wrong, and you take a shot." The tension in the room was palpable, each member acutely aware of their limited knowledge of the couple's personal lives.
As the quiz commenced, Griffin approached Helena, his eyes reflecting the pain of their shared past. "It's been a while since we talked about everything," he murmured, glancing at the floor.
Helena nodded, her heart heavy with memories of the murders that had haunted them for years.
"We've both been through so much," she agreed, her voice barely audible.
Feeling a sudden urge to escape the crowded bar, Helena made her way to the bathroom. As she washed her hands, she felt a chill run down her spine. Turning around, she gasped as she found Griffin standing behind her, his expression grave.
"Helena," he whispered urgently, "I saw Bo Brandt, I see him everywhere."
Before she could process this information, the bathroom door swung open, revealing Zackary's smug face. "Aw, are we reminiscing about our dead loved ones?" he sneered, leaning against the doorway. Helena's blood boiled as she struggled to contain her anger, pushing her way past the ferryman.
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Meanwhile, Alanna stumbled out of the bar, clutching a crumpled map given to her by Darrell. Her alcohol-addled mind focused on finding Ashleigh Lewis, she paid no heed to her surroundings and began wandering into the woods.
Braeden entered the bar, his eyes alight with flirtatious intent as he found Helena sitting alone. "Hey there, Helena, sorry about the snake thing earlier" he drawled, sidling up to her. "How about we forget this scavenger hunt and have some fun of our own?"
As Helena dealt with Braeden's advances, Ashleigh Lewis stepped onto the Eastern Bluff, her breath catching as she came across Bo's grave, adorned with melted candles. The chilling sight sent a shiver down her spine, only to be startled further when Killian appeared beside her.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" he murmured, attempting to wrap an arm around her. She pushed him away forcefully, her eyes filled with disgust. "I meant the view not the mass murder's grave" he called out, but she was long gone.
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Meanwhile, back at the Manor, Dax found Olive in her room, her face etched with worry. As they discussed Gavyn and his presence on the island, Dax suggested she talk to her mother for guidance.
"Olive," he said gently, "you should speak with your mom about Gavyn. She might be able to get rid of the creep."
In the midst of chaos and secrets, the wedding party continued their hunt – each one unaware of the dangers lurking in the shadows.
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The Wedding Party
FanfictionYour invited to the wedding of Preston and Olive on the secluded Island Paradise of their dreams. Sun and sand await you, if you can survive. Olive is more then excited to marry the man of her dreams, but as wedding guests begin to disappear what wa...