❝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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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞, just about. Lockwood seemed rather smug with himself, Lucy beyond terrified and Carolynne utterly relieved. They talked briefly in the night cab before they reached the street corner where the cab stopped on instruction and they got out. The trio took off in a run to get to where they were supposed to meet Flo and George.
"You're late," George stated as the trio came to a stop in front of him and Flo. Flo looked impassive and not at all bothered but he was wearing a face of annoyance, as usual.
"Sorry, things got a bit weird," Lucy responded as she glanced around the gloomy streets of London.
"Did you get the Dulac book?" George asked as he looked to each of their hands.
"Yeah, course we did." Lockwood nodded and pulled the book from his pocket before returning it, "now, what's the plan?"
"Well, the auction's starting any minute and Winkman's locked down all the streets around it. So, basically, we're screwed."
"Flo, please tell me you have something up your sleeve?" Carolynne asked the girl with a smile.
"In fact I do, darling." Flo smirked, "have a little faith, London ain't just streets, you know. Now stay close and no talking."
