"It really takes a lot -especially in our line of work- for me to feel alive, but you do that for me, Vivienne."
When psychically gifted Vivienne Salvatore is forced to flee to London from her home up north, she stumbles upon a "prestigious" agency...
CHAPTER TEN ~ the kurashi turn ~ vivienne salvatore
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"You and your bloody experiments!" Lucy shouts, shoving George's shoulder , sending a small wave of tea spilling over the edge of his mug. "You never know when to stop!"
"My experiments?!" George shouts incredulously, angrily snatching a cloth off of the table to wipe up the spilt tea. "You're the only one of us blowing holes into walls with make-shift explosives!" He adjusts his stance, holding his chest high. "My experiments are safe and contained."
"'Safe and contained'?" Lucy shouts. "Oh, yeah. You refusing to open the curtains when Vivienne's possessed by the very ghost who threw her across the room and into the wall like a rag-doll last night was very contained! Nice work, George!"
The sun is now high in the sky, and the team has gathered in the kitchen. Lucy and George have been bickering for the past fifteen minutes, while Lockwood sits close by my side, staring down at me as if I'd disappear if he looked away, even for a moment.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He asks for what feels like the millionth time, pulling the blanket that he'd wrapped around me tighter in an attempt to warm me up faster.
"Mm," I manage. "I'm okay. Promise."
Everything that happened in the library is a blur to me now. Lockwood told me bits and pieces while we waited for Lucy and George to settle down, but said it was best I didn't know all of it.
Apparently, I'd stood up from the chair and taken a few steps toward the middle of the room, then Annabel had taken control, but I could've guessed that second part.
What I do remember is waking up on the couch with Lockwood towering over me, not a single breath of air in my lungs.
Now, I'm cold and I'm tired.
According to George, the connection I made with Annabel was edging close to ghost-lock, explaining why my skin had gone pale, my lips blue, and my fingertips numb.
That was also the very reason why Lucy was yelling at him now. If he'd opened the curtains earlier, I'd be fine. What no one felt brave enough to mention is what would've happened if he hadn't opened them when he did...
"Lockwood," Lucy starts, finally turning away from George. "You can't possibly agree with him. Vivienne almost d—"
"Enough!" Lockwood orders, standing from his seat beside me. Lucy huffs, and we exchange a quick glance.
