Your lantern shakes in your trembling hands, a scurry in the leaves behind you makds you jump. Just a squirrel. Despite the pounding in your head to stop, you forge one. A strong hand covers your mouth and a muscled arm wraps around your waist. You try to scream until you recognize the voice of your forbidden lover. Harry: Trying to solve the murders, darling? He turns you around, his eyes filled with worry as he adds. Alone?
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