❝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 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐮𝐩 through an old wooden lift, they were covered head to toe exempt from the eyes and looked like any other bidder. Carolynne wanted nothing more than to grab Lucy and Lockwood, dragging them back to the boat where Flo could take them home and they could all forget everything. Her worries were through the roof and she couldn't even hold Lockwood's hand for comfort.
Once they left the lift and its doors closed behind them, Lucy looked back at their only escape route disappearing.
"Hold it together," Lockwood whispered.
Lucy's head snapped back around and quickly spat back, "you hold it together."
Sooner than Carolynne would have liked, the trio became face to face with Mrs. Winkman. The blonde looked them up and down with a cold gaze before her face contorted into a polite smile, "welcome, stragglers. Have fun."
Lockwood took the bidding panel from her before they all stepped into the auction room where they were quickly blended into the crowd. It was like foreign ground in that room, being two different ends of the same stick. Agents and relicmen.
"Including a cigarette case found on the beaches of Dunkirk, permeated with the torment of a fallen son. The source of one of the nation's most profilic murderers, Anne-Marie Nelson." The way Mr. Winkman had begun to list off the items listed in the nights auction made Carolynne shudder.
