i do not support ella in any way. this book is a comfort book for a lot of people and some people haven't finished yet.
"A killer who is afraid of guns and another who is afraid of the dark, huh? Quite the team."
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"How much longer?" Harry asked me while he kept taking off his rings and putting them back on, which meant he was past the stage of simply twisting them... this was probably the most nervous I had ever seen him.
He wasn't even singing or humming, so it was serious.
The fact that the only light around us was coming from his phone's flashlight was probably the reason he was so on edge, but we couldn't turn on the lights inside the car. He assured me he was okay but I just knew he wasn't.
To be honest, none of us was.
We were parked right next to a lot of trees behind the property where the masquerade was being hosted. The shadows were hiding the car and we hadn't seen anyone during the time we were waiting. And of course, we opted to sneak in through the back tonight. There had to be a guest list and we weren't there, so we had to do this the old fashioned way.
There was always a back door or another way in or out, and Harry mentioned he'd been here before and he remembered a door in the back that led to a kitchen. This mansion was actually huge, it had this classical vibe to it and it was literally in the middle of nowhere. There were many trees around and nothing else... no one else.
We drove by the front entrance and we could already see many expensive cars parked, but we agreed it was better to wait a bit longer so the place was crowded, it would be easier to blend in. Even though this was a masquerade, we had to be cautious... the plan wasn't to hide the fact we were here, but we needed to analyze our surroundings first. We couldn't let my mother or Desmond know instantly, I wasn't sure how they would react.
So the plan was to get them alone... Harry would go for his father and I would go for my mother, and we would demand the answers we fucking deserved before we ended them.
The only thing that helped me sleep last night was knowing that I was going to kill those responsible for this fucking chaos going on. I was honestly exhausted, I could only feel numbness... this weird emptiness that reminded me of the look in my dead brother's eyes.
