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Chapter Two

"Pass me the chocolate, please," George asked politely. I reached into my bag and took out the package. I broke the chocolate into two pieces. One for me and one for George.

We were currently sitting inside the chains, waiting for the ghost to make its appearance. It was a type two and I could feel its presence. All it had to do was show itself.

The owner of this house claims that it's her late husband. He was killed here awhile ago when they were robbed and it wasn't a very pleasant death. Ever since then, they've been hearing strange noises and thumps throughout the night.

This was the last job we had until we left for my sister's wedding. Everyone was super excited to go and couldn't wait to see where I grew up. Everyone but me.

I didn't want them to meet my family. My past was something that I would like to keep to myself. It was full of too many bad memories.

Also, I haven't seen all of my sisters in quite some time. I barely even remember half of them. It was just a disaster waiting to begin. It was also going to be an awkward family reunion.

"It's coming!" Lockwood announced from across the room. Similar to George and I's position, Lockwood and Holly were also waiting in a circle.

"Where?" I asked, suddenly alert. I didn't see anything.

"It was right by the door. It's gone now," he responded. I sighed. We've been playing this game for an hour now. It was as though the ghost was scared of us.

I walked out of the chains and over to the door. Everything seemed to be completely normal. I looked over at Lockwood and shook my head. He sighed and started to follow me out of the room.

However, the moment my whole body was out of the room, the door behind me closed with a great force. It wasn't the worst thing that could've happened, but the rest of my team was on the other side of the door.

I tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. I pulled even harder and it still didn't open. I kicked it in frustration.

"Lucy!" Lockwood yelled from behind the door. I could hear the worry and frustration in his voice. He was pounding on the door and trying to break it down.

"I'm fine!" I yelled. He answered me, but I didn't hear it. I was more focused on the ghost that was standing a few feet away from me. "Crap," I muttered and reached for my rapier.

You know that saying, you don't miss something until it's gone? Well, I was really missing my team at the moment. I could still hear them pounding on the door.

"Lucy!" Lockwood called again. I didn't answer. I was more focused on trying not to get ghost touched. "Lucy, answer me!"

I took a step back as the ghost floated closer to me. All I had to do was strike it with my rapier. It couldn't be that hard, right?

I was about to slice through it when the door finally broke open. I have no idea how Lockwood did it. All I knew was that when someone he loved was in danger, he would do anything to save them.

"Hey! Over here!" Lockwood taunted to the ghost. The apparition slowly turned around and faced him.

All of a sudden, Lockwood was flying across the hallway. I didn't even know that ghosts could throw people that far. He hit the wall hard and I could've sworn I heard a loud crack.

"Lockwood!" I screamed. I could tell he was unconscious. I tried to move, but I was in shock. Or maybe it was the ghost lock acting on me.

Thank god for George, because right as the ghost was reaching for me with it's long fingers, he was able to seal the source.

I took a moment to breathe and I dropped down to my knees. My head was pounding and knew I'd have quite the migraine to show for it.

Lockwood!

I ran over to Lockwood and crouched down next to him. I put my finger on his neck and let out a sob of relief when I felt his pulse.

I was pretty sure my heart had stopped though. Losing Lockwood was my biggest fear. Him dying because of me was even worse.

After the longest time, he started to open his eyes. I brought him into a forceful hug and held him close. I felt his arms tighten around me and I let my tears fall into his shirt.

"I'm okay, Luce," he said and held my head against his chest.

"You might have a concussion," I heard George point out. I slowly pulled away. All of my worry went away and was now replaced with anger.

I had the ghost. I could have fought it on my own. Lockwood had put his life at risk for me and now he was injured and could've died. That was the one thing I asked him not to do. He promised me that he would keep our relationship and the job separate. He just broke that promise and I was furious. If we weren't involved, this wouldn't have happened.

"Lucy?" Lockwood asked, noticing my anger.

"I'm so mad at you," I growled and stood up. I ignored Lockwood's confused expression and quickly walked down the stairs.

"What did I do?" I heard Lockwood mutter behind me. I forcefully wiped my tears and ran out of the house.

I could've lost him. He could've been taken from me just like that. I couldn't even stop it in time. The whole situation gave me so much anxiety.

"Luce, wait!" Lockwood grabbed my arm and made my face him. He was out of breath and he looked very concerned.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" I yelled, my voice cracking. "You could've died!" I didn't even try to stop the tears from falling at this point.

"But I didn't! I'm okay, you're okay, we're okay!" He whispered, trying to pull me closer to him. I pulled away.

"No! You promised me that you wouldn't risk your life for me. All this talk about trust lately makes me wonder if you actually trust me," I cried. I was a good agent. I could've gotten the job done without his reckless behavior.

"Of course I trust you, Lucy! Why would you say that?"

"I had the ghost right where I wanted it. If you would've waited a few more seconds none of this would've happened!" I replied.

Lockwood looked shocked. "You're mad at me for saving your life?"

"Yeah, I am!"

Lockwood scoffed. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!"

"Screw you, Lockwood," I growled and turned away from him.

"Where are you going?" He asked, concerned.

"Home," I responded.

"The cab isn't even here yet!"

"Then I'll walk!" I yelled.

Lockwood grabbed my arm and held me in place. "Lucy, I'm sorry."

I took a deep breath. "I just need some time," I explained. He reluctantly nodded and let me go. I saw him turn to explain to the rest of the company as I walked away. It was going to be a long walk home.

When I arrived at 35 Portland Row a couple of hours later, it was very quiet. The rest of my team probably got home a while ago and were probably all asleep.

I quietly walked up to my room and slowly shut the door. I didn't want to wake anybody up, especially after the scene I made back at the house.

On my long walk home, I realized that I had overreacted. Lockwood would've done that for anybody in his company. I was just upset and I wasn't thinking straight. I would apologize to him to the morning. Besides, he probably just got home too. I wasn't born yesterday. I knew he was following behind me. He kept his distance, but I knew he was there.

I didn't blame him. If the roles were reversed I would've done the same thing. He was just making sure I got home safely.

I was about to enter the bathroom when I noticed a piece of paper lying on my bed next to the wedding invitation. I opened it up and realized that it was a note.

Until we will meet again

I took a deep breath. I was probably just imagining things. The note was just a fragment of my imagination. It wasn't Grayson. He was dead, I knew that.

I crumpled it up and threw it in the trash can. It was probably just George screwing around. He knew I didn't want to go home so he was probably just pulling my strings. I would ask him about it in the morning.

I got my pajamas on and laid down on my bed, hoping that sleep would find its way to me quickly tonight.