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It's quite straight anyway, thank God. So now, we were in his livingroom, Axel was sitting and my head was rested on his thighs, while I was reading out loud. This time, it was Agatha Christie's turn and her novel And then there were none. I have never read this one before and I was loving it, with the exeption of Axel ruining every plottwist for me and then giggling like a schoolgirl when I got mad at him and swat his chest.

Agatha grinned as she flipped through an ancient recipe booklet he’d brought her, the pages yellowed with age. “Babe, this is incredible,” she said, wide-eyed. “How much did you pay for it?” Kelly kissed her forehead. “If I told you I didn’t buy it, would you believe me?” “I might,” Agatha said slowly. “You can’t just buy something like this—unless it’s at an auction.” “Someone gave it to me,” Kelly said, grinning. Agatha sat up sharply, suspicion darkening her expression. “Stop joking. Unless you’re their son-in-law, or you saved the entire family, no one would just hand this over.”

Alexa headed to their room wondering what the prince had on his mind that he asked her to see him immediately. As she approaches the door, she swallows some saliva and adjusts her dress and body language to look confident and fearless. She walks towards him and he receives her with a bright smile. "What have you been doing, my dear? ", he asks reaching for her hand. She tries to break free from his strong grip and he responds to her action with a hard, cold glare making her stay still. He closes the distance between them, bending so his mouth would be at her ear level and whispers

It was only a brief moment, but I would recognize that tattoo anywhere. On the left peck of the man's chest, swirling ink formed a huge snowflake with a snarling wolf. I knew that picture. It was the sigil of house Caldore. I had seen it in books and read about it in stories. The older witches whispered it in the tales they told my village at night. Wolves with hearts as cold as ice and skin that snow melts upon. I was in Northwood, and what was worse was that I knew the man who was rummaging angrily through the books in his room. I should have realized it the moment I saw his glowing blue eyes.

And just seeing him in the picture brings back flashbacks. The bald man. That creep. So I wasn’t drunk, and my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me. So all those actually happened. The stalking, the chasing. Then the drink, the bullet in the Champagne. The note. Right! The note! I have it! Jumping to her feet, Agatha rushes to her hand bag that she took along with her and pulling out the tiny chit. “Wow. You really are real.” No shit Sherlock. Slowly she unrolls the note, rereading the words again.

"I knew it would be perfect for you." "Would you have this one? Or you'll like to try a few others first before you decide?" The sales lady says trying to hide her flaming cheeks with her hair as she takes a few tiny steps, separating her self from Kyles extreme closeness. I scoff a little too loudly and roll my eyes "this would do." She's young, probably around my age or a year younger, but with her constant fidgeting i can tell she's a cluz. She simply returned my unintended arrogance with a polite smile "Alright then. If you would change out of it I'll have it bagged."

I thought, approaching the front door when I suddenly heard chanting from the outhouse opposite Lakewood. And as I came closer, the chanting became clearer and more audible to listen to. I arrived at the door and placed my ears on it; I wanted to listen to what was happening when one of the girls from the party came. "What are you doing here?". The girl spoke in an audible voice. Loud enough for Jackson and Melvin to stop whatever they were doing and come out to see what was happening.. I was caught and Jackson wasn't too pleased. "Agatha, what are you doing here?".