Crimson Peak Sir Thomas Sharpe Novels & Stories

Three left. They reach the gate but it is too late. Rifles speak again. One spins, arms wide. Another falls face first. The last tries to climb but with a single shot to the neck, he slides down the metal, leaving a red trail. Four become zero. Only dead men and red snow stay on the screens. Fast and clean. No one reaches the wall. No one. Lev stands behind Nikolai with his jacket open. I see his shoulder. He has a smooth skin but there is no Morozov wolf brand.

Elder Thomas sputtered, covering his nose. ​"That," I said, pointing a gauntleted finger at the pile of gore, "is the reality of the war you are losing while you sit in this warm room counting coins. Those belong to the Crimson Court scouts my Legionnaires intercepted three miles from your southern border last night." ​I slowly walked around the table toward Zara, who was scrambling to her feet, her violet silk dress stained with dust.

Then Rowan laughed. Then: "You hate every place." Then: "Correct." Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then suddenly— the Third Crown activated. Immediately. Thomas stopped walking. Then: "Wait." The group froze. Then: "What?" The vision arrived. A massive battlefield. Blood-stained snow. Broken weapons. Dead soldiers. Then one figure. Standing alone. Holding a silver spear. Waiting. Then the vision vanished. Immediately. Then Thomas looked ahead. Toward the mountains.

Leaving it to Hunji and his mate to deal with. Tawny didn’t deserve my ignorance. Though I knew if she had any semblance of what I was going through right now, she would wave off her own problems and either hug it out with me or slap me for being a pussy. “What was your vision, Morgan? What did Crimson say Hunji?” Rhett asks the questions. “Hunji and I saw Crimson's crash. By the time we made it down the mountain and waited for a backup patrol, Crimson was no longer at the scene. Crimson confirmed he was run off the road, but once backup came…” Morgan looked to Hunji to finish the story.