He took her hand and led her out of the library. The early evening sky was a easy lavender and Jack tipped his head back. “That’s pretty.”
She smiled softly, her eyes adoring. After a moment, she turned and looked along the street, her expression curious. "I like it here."
He nodded in agreement. “I do too.” He was quiet for a moment. “Do you think there’s a little blue house around?”
She grinned. "I don't know.. Perhaps." After a moment, she paused. Her smile faded slightly and she cocked her head in confusion.
He studied her before taking her hand and walking faster. “What is it?” he murmured out of the corner of his mouth.
"Just.. Just someone I tho-" A voice interjected. It was smooth and warm, yet a bit rough. An older women's voice. "Avice?" Avice shuddered. She stopped but didn't turn around.
Jack reached for his sheathed dagger subtly, squeezing Avice's hand in his free one. He turned to try and find the source of the voice.
There was an older woman close behind. She stood still as well, a concerned look on her face. When Avice turned, the woman seemed surprised. "It is you.." she murmured, gazing deep into her eyes. "Oh.."
