Chapter 43/Deep Well

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(The theatre)

(terrace of lions)

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(terrace of lions)

(terrace of lions)

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(Minoan well)

(Just wanted to give the idea of place

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(Just wanted to give the idea of place...)

Hope's pov

For 13 days we came every twilight here yet we didn't discover anything. Landon and I got closer in a pleasant manner, the biggest shocker was Josie didn't mistrust it.

She was alright with me being friends with Landon, last time I checked she made the table on fire just because she was jealous. I know she is jealous, like super desirous because the way she made love to me in the morning was enough for me to uncover this out.

We are always like wild animals on the bed, even the hotel's manager asked if we were having a fight or something since the sound of breaking things was audible.

Presently, we are near this place called the theatre a form of performance art where a limited number of actors and a chorus conduct a tragedy or comedy based on the works of ancient playwrights.

"I'm done, there is frivolity but old shambles..." Lizzie sat on a rock, "I also can't find anything..." Rafael came as well. "Now I don't know if there is even any history of your coven" Davina sighed.

"We can't give up," I told them.

"Then why don't you find something, darling..." uncle Kol suggested. "It's not easy to just find anything in here, all the commemorations might be in a museum. I don't know if there is anything that left..." Caroline spoke.

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