Chapter 8 –Rendez-vous
It took a long time to Lara and Von Croy could return to England peacefully because they had to deal with all the headache of explaining how Jeffrey died to the police and figure out what they would do with Jeffrey's particular plane landed in Greece. Von Croy didn't seem to be the same old man, at least for now. He was still shaken by the scenes he saw in the underground temple. Also concerned if he will die like Jeffrey. He fears that putting his hand on that light would make the "symptoms" appears later. But he was hoping not.
When Von Croy and Lara were already at England, he said clearly and in a scared tone that he didn't want the Iris anymore. Lara didn't asked why, but demanded the pocket watch back. He agreed.
At 19h, Von Croy appeared at Lara's home. Different from the sassy attitude, he was very quiet, somewhat shaken. Lara held the bestiary she had promised in front of the main door of her mansion.
- Do I really need to give you this?
- Don't make things hard, child. Let's get even and move on in life. – he said as he approached. He took the pocket watch from his pocket and gave to Lara.
She received it and gave the bestiary to Werner. He held it well and gazed at it.
- Have a nice medieval reading. Just don't go get in more trouble. But I think the advice is useless – she said.
- I will try to remember that.
- Disrespect isn't the route of carelessness?
- It's true. The problem is… these dead people and their supernatural forces have different opinions from me regarding respect! – he laughed - I wouldn't see disrespect in just touching some object.
Lara gave a smirk saying nothing. She observed Von Croy going back to his car and said bye. She came back inside her home, admiring the watch. She sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace and saw Winston approaching.
- How is he, milady?
- Still scared, but it's the same old Werner Von Croy.
- If Werner doesn't control his impulses, he may end up dying tragically – he paused – At least, he gave the Iris to you. It is safer in here, for sure.
- It's true. We can travel for free with it. What do you think? – she smiled.
- How about visiting Brighton?
- Brighton?! Winston, you don't have any sense of adventure!
They both laugh for a moment.
- Milady, before I forget, Dr. Willard called and asked to return the call.
- Ok, Winston.
The butler went upstairs, getting out of her sight. Lara had kept the Iris still reloaded in her trophy room. She thought about the possibilities she could use it in case of emergencies. There, sitted on that sofa, she looked to the huge portrait above the fireplace and then looked at the pocket watch on her hands. She smiled relieved that everything was well and thought: "No more burden of saving the world, please".
THE END.
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