❝If there was one thing Anthony Lockwood was afraid of, it would be Carolynne Blair Lynch's pure, mere, terrifying beauty.❞
𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭? Perhaps a day that didn't go your way so now you'd...
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𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝, it would be one of George's toffees. The girl had just swiveled so that she was sat directly between Lockwood's legs with her back against his chest.
"A Poltergeist could shut a door. Only Changers can manifest as something as weird as blood, but never on that scale!" He handed Carolynne another toffee,"are we talking about a new kind of Type Two?"
"That was just a regular Changer. No ghost can move that much heavy iron," Lockwood slid a finger across Carolynne's scalp to tidy up her parten as it was currently at some strange angles.
"Someone living did that," Carolynne added as she scrunched the wrapper up and stuffed into her pocket.
"What? Who?" Lucy asked.
"I don't know about you but I personally think it was Fairfax or Ellie, who else would come in the house that knows where here?"
Lucy shook her head, "no, he wouldn't dare be back there to do that."
"Well, maybe Ellie still has some talent." Lockwood suggested with a grumble, "maybe we're being tested."
Carolynne tilted her head up to his, "if you count attempted murder as a test, sure."
