different kind of lead | mcvance
They’d spent the morning in the small office in the back of the manor looking over the cases that they had believed capable of causing such destruction. It didn’t seem like they were getting any closer and they likely wouldn’t until they got out of the room and approached a lead. The invitation to the party had been in Witch Weekly and when she’d suggested going and looking over the people the reasoning hadn’t been entirely selfless to just his cause.
They’d agreed to meet there and Emmeline knew that she wasn’t going in on her own thus she stood on the edge of the property. Her heart pounding in her chest with the anxiety of walking into the party which wasn’t her scene in any shape, especially given the bonehead that was throwing it. But there was certainly no go back now, eyes watching the numerous people walking in, clearly in need of an outlet.
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