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//chapter forty-nine • the kidnapping of Kiara Carrera
A HALF AN HOUR before the chateau burned down like a house of cardboard, Spencer and Kie had watched JJ book it out the front door after Andrew. Kie's eyebrows raises as she watched him go, and then she turned a look back to the group.
"Bets on whether they argue or get back together?"
"I'm not betting on anything." Pope shakes his head immediately. "They're not as predictable as Sarah and John B."
"Aye." Cleo agrees.
"I'm gonna say they argue." Spencer says as she walks to sit down on the couch next to Kie.
"Oh really?" Kie gives her a childish grin, still strumming a song on her ukulele. "Then I'm gonna say they get back together."
"Always so spiteful." The blonde joked. "What are you playing?"
"The chords of Pretty Girls by Renee Rapp."
Spencer nods. "Mmm, the chords of Pretty Girls being played by a very pretty girl."
"Oooo," Kie kissed her teeth. "Sappy."
"Yeah, not my best pick up line."
Kie sets down her ukulele. "Careful, you keep flirting with me and I'm going to think that you want in on all," She motioned to herself goofily. "Of this."
"Guys..."
"I-"
"Guys!"
Kie is too annoyed to recongize the distress in Pope's yell. "What?"
Gold light blazed through the windows. "Fire!"
𓂁 𓂁 𓂁 𓂁 𓂁
LAST NIGHT WAS a blur. Andrew wished he could say it was because he got drunk, or did other things not meant for teenagers, but no. It was a blur that smelled of smoke, and burnt wood, and that still brought heat every time he thought about it. But at least, a blur that they all got out of.
The Pogues are sitting in front of what used to be the chateau, and is now basically just the burnt corpse of a house. Everything in Big John's office? Gone. Any small memory that the chateau brought, any sense of comfort? Gone. There was barely anything left, the beams still burning, falling to the ground.
"Could've been a faulty electrical wire," Pope says.
They're covered in soot, and ashes, but everyone is fine, which is more than they can say for the chateau. God, they loved this place. It wasn't fair.
