Dante, Victor, and I sit down at a table and I explain to them about the room that I had noticed. I told Victor that this time, I would report to him every detail, especially since he thinks I'd just leave him. Maybe a month ago, I would have. But now, he's someone to me.
I didn't mention anything of my earlier predictions on Alexander because I wasn't willing to get yelled at for that now.
"My heart tells me that there's something in that room. Rather there is someone."
Victor took off the ring that he fiddles with and handed it to me. I assumed this was his way of telling me that he hoped Isabel was alive.
"I really hope your heart is correct," he sighed.
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Once I was back in my room, at Alexander's place I came up with a quick plan. This was a risky thing to do, because investigating that room without permission could bust my entire cover up. Especially based off of what I find.
But to my advantage, I've observed almost every guard in this house. I've seen one guard go back and forth inside, but I never noticed if he was carrying anything or not. I also know that there is no permanent guard in that hallway like the rest of the halls.
All I had to do was figure out what I would need, and when I would do it. I would have to go in socks, because the idiot that Alexander is, decided to have hardwood floors. These floors are so loud even if you walked barefoot.
I decided that I would wait until I watch Alexander go to his room. I would make sure that when I walk past Vienna's room, the door is locked. If I was lucky, the two of them would be asleep after whatever they do as a couple.
What couple lives in the same house, but sleeps in different rooms?
I'd have to make sure I had a collection of hairpins, just so that I would have at least one that would work for the lock. I don't even remember how I learned to pick locks, but my mama probably taught me.
Probably one of those self defense lessons she taught me, in case I was tied up or chained. No one in London would be considered aggressive compared to what I've seen here.
As I lay in bed, I mentally map out the turns I have to take and the people I have to watch out for in each place. There weren't many guards by that hall anyways, so honestly it made no difference.
I decided to execute my plan tomorrow night.
I really wanted to find Isabel.
After all that I'm risking, I would live in disappointment and guilt for the rest of my life.
Something tells me, that the day will come soon.
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To Find Isabel
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