❝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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𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, the occupants in the house retired to their beds for a short nap in preparation for their jobs the following night - also packing their bags. As arranged earlier, they were splitting forces. George had already departed for the Whitechapel public restrooms in search of the reported Shade. And Lucy was getting ready to leave for the shop a Wraith had been reported lingering outside of.
The couple were still up in Lockwood's bed, soaking in as much rest as possible. Lockwood had his head rested on Carolynne's chest, his eyes gently closed as she carded her fingers through his hair.
"You need to get ready for your job," Carolynne whispered. His bag was sitting on the floor beside his desk with his work belt on top.
Lockwood squeezed her waist, tilting his head up so his face was buried in her neck, "will you come with me?"
Carolynne's visit had been cancelled; she'd been gearing up for the block of apartments when she'd had a call from her client, postponing the visit due to illness.
"I should really tidy up."
"Please," Lockwood's quiet voice was muffled by Carolynne's neck. "Please come with me, I'd enjoy your company."
