𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 -
Maeve Spade and Anthony Lockwood walk on a tightrope of hate and love.
𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 -
Mae and Ant find an unusual comfort in each other that they never thought existed w...
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟗 ——
【 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 】
"YOU RECKON A VICTORIAN CHILD DIED IN THERE?", Maeve asked the group from the backseat of the maroon-coloured convertible.
"Nah. I think it was only the monks.", George replied.
"Mhmm, you may be right", she hit the boy's shoulder with the back of her hand "They probably sent the children home after molesting them."
"Fireproof plan. Who's going to believe a child over a—", George continued their nonsense conversation before Fairfax's assistant, Ellie, finally snapped: "Can you please just zip it for the last fifty meters until I park the car?!"
George leaned over to the girl and whispered: "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."
Maeve let out a laugh that she tried covering up with a cough as she locked eyes with Ellie through the rearview mirror, but the interaction was soon forgotten by the girl as Lucy held the car door open for her and she could finally step out of the car.
Combe Carey Hall was standing in front of them in all its glory. The Victorian-style building was bigger than any building Maeve had ever set foot in. The dark windows and the muted, worn-out colours of the property made it that much more imposing.
"Welcome to Combe Carey Hall. You're late", Mr. Fairfax greeted them coldly, and Lockwood gripped Maeve's forearm before she could get a word out herself "Drop your bags and hurry up, please. The sun's going down."
"Why is he acting like he's doing us a favour? I didn't expect much, but I thought he'd be a little more welcoming.", Maeve addressed Anthony after placing their bags on the floor and walking further into the premises.
"The sooner we get this done, the sooner we get home. Just ignore his hostility because I bet whatever is waiting on us in there is going to be even more hostile than this old grump."
"I can't figure this place out. Nothing's where it should be.", George pointed out, looking down at blueprints of the Hall, he and Maeve found the day before when they were shifting through the piles of papers on the kitchen table.
"This is the gallery."— The gallery was a large space, with high ceilings, archways on every wall to access other places in the Hall, and pillars on the second floor filled with stone railing in between them, making the floor above very visible if you looked up.
"The original priory was destroyed after the monks decided to commit mass suicide. You had to make your own fun in those days.", the old man proceeded, happy that Lockwood gave his joke an acknowledging smile, even though Maeve could tell it was a rather forced one.
