The Acrimonious Addendum (completed)

Chapter Five

Klaus POV:

I had been sitting around for most of the day, staring blankly at the pages of research but not taking any of it in. "Keep in touch," Isadora had whispered to me before pressing a piece of paper into my hand and heading off into the night.

"Call this number any day,

If you have something to say

(Landline number) 027 667 8191

Isadora xxx"

I had already read the note a dozen times when Beatrice left for school, trying to find some reason to invite over Isadora. I couldn't stop thinking about her smile, her eyes, the sound of her voice. She'd hardly changed since Prufrock Prep, apart from growing her hair out a little more. If anything, she'd become even prettier. What also hadn't changed was the fact that whenever I looked at her I never wanted to look away. Anyway, I found that I didn't need to invent some absurd reason for Isadora to visit as, quite unexpectedly I may add, she burst into the house at 1pm. And that's how I came to be in my room (the study) sitting on the edge of my bed as Isadora paces up and down, talking a mile a minute.

"I was just sitting at home writing when I heard the doorbell ring, and I knew it couldn't be Duncan because he was already at work or Quigley because he'd just gone out for a walk. So I went downstairs to see who it was and there was a man and woman just standing there outside. They walked away when they saw me coming and I don't know why." I assume that I've been absentmindedly staring at her because Isadora stops talking and perches on the edge of my bed. A stray lock of hair is falling over her face but she seems not to notice. "I'm sorry. I'm talking too much. I'm just tired of not having the answers."

"it's ok. I want the answers too. And I like hearing you talk." Isadora smiles and scoots closer to me. I can't help myself and reach out to brush the lock of hair away from her face, my hand lingering for a moment on her cheek. Isadora turns to face me and whispers, "Klaus, I-" just as the doorbell rings. "I'm sorry, I have to check that, it's probably Beatrice," I stammer as I walk into the living room to look out o the window and see who the doorbell ringer is. And it's certainly not Beatrice.

Isadora POV:

"Klaus?" I call out, feeling my face to see if it is as red as I presume it to be. I don't know what came over me. I don't even know what I was going to say. How do you put into words that you have loved someone every day for 13 years without sounding obsessed? He'd hardly changed since Prufrock Prep, except grown taller and seemed more comfortable in his own skin. What hadn't changed is the fact that when he smiled I felt as if I was floating on air. However, when he turns around that smile is nowhere to be seen. "It's them.' He whispers. "Who?" I ask, feeling particularly ignorant.

"The man with a beard and no hair and the woman with hair and no beard." A chill runs up and down the length of my spine as I recall what Quigley had told us of the terrible twosome, villains so evil that not even Count Olaf the fortune-hungry madman would trifle with them. Apparently he wouldn't even say their names. When Klaus speaks again his voice and expression are grim. "I think that our trip to the Hotel Denouement may be sooner than we planned." 

A/N: 

Yes! As you can tell, I actually published the chapter today! Y'all can expect more Kladora and other ships in the next few chapters.

xxx Jess