se·cret
/ˈsēkrət/
adjective
not known or seen or not meant to be known or seen by others.
noun
something that is kept or meant to be kept unknown or unseen by others.
de·sire
/dəˈzī(ə)r/
noun
a strong feeling of wanting to have something or wishing...
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Third POV
It's been about three weeks since the departure of everyone. Eboni has been doing fine on her own, having one on one time with Iris- building their bond and becoming closer. The two would have tea parties with Sally and enjoy dressing each other up and doing one another's makeup.
Of course the woman would spend time with Helen and Dina, but not as much as she'd like. Eboni prefers to not feel like a third wheel, and seeing them being so lovely dovey makes her miss Jeff even more.
The smiling killer stayed true to his promise, calling her twice a day and texting her as much as he can. Eboni looks forward to his calls everyday, waking up early and going to bed late just to hear his voice to start and end her day.
Now in pertaining to the two new proxies, no one bats an eye at them. Iris did her part by giving them a tour and telling them the do's and dont's of the mansion a d who to stir clear of. What they do with that information is up to them, not her.
Unfortunately for Eboni, she has noticed that for some reason those annoying group of three women have place a target Nathan's back. They would pick at him for every little thing, though he does seem offputting- none of his mannerisms warrants bullying.
It's annoying in her opinion. Everyone in the mansion is a killer and have their own weird ticks. No one should be singled out. But alast, those three get off on picking on the quiet ones with little to no back bone.
Eboni walks down the stairs, ready for a quick lunch. She hears the snarky laughter of Taylor followed by Jane & Clockwork's remarks.
"We just wanna take a look at the necklace." Clockwork said, moving closer to try and intimidate Nathan who didn't show an once of fear, nor any emotion at all.
"Ya got trouble hearin'?" Taylor chimes in while Jane reaches over to try and grab hold of the necklace.
That was enough to snap Nathaniel out of his nonchalant state. He grabs her wrist, squeezing it so tightly a sharp scream slips from her lips. His mix-match eyes stare daggers at Jane, chilling her to the bone.
