Where It All Went Wrong | 13

“Sullivan, cool it.”

Lucy groaned, letting her head fall into the cushions of her couch. He had not stopped pacing since they found the hidden staircase in the blueprints of her shop.

“We just need to wait a little longer,” she tried again. He ignored her, continuing his pacing with his eyes on the front window. “I don’t want my dad near this.” Her words fell soft and Sullivan’s steps slowed.

He walked over to her and sat down, leaning his elbows on his knees. “Did you text him?”

Lucy sighed in relief. His constant movement was making her anxious. “He’s not great with his phone, but yes. When he texts back saying he’s at home, we can go.”

Sullivan nodded and his face smoothed out from his normally angered state. He looked much younger to her. It was nice and she averted her gaze at the thought, feeling a slight warmth creep up her neck.

Much to his relief, and honestly her’s too, Lucy’s phone went off just a few minutes later. Sullivan was on his feet before she could even read the text.

“And what if that wasn’t my dad?” she questioned as they walked out the door.

He shrugged. “Then I guess we’d have to sit back down, huh?” A ghost of a grin cracked onto his face and she realized it was the first lighthearted thing to come out of his mouth since they met.

She smiled and followed him to her shop without an ounce of hesitation. It was a quick trip, specially since Sullivan was practically running. She was pretty sure he had lost his cool, but maybe he had already checked for the enemy. Either way, once they got to the shop, they both ran to the corner she had found the book.

Sullivan began knocking on the walls with his ear against it. “If it sounds hollow, it’s the staircase.”

Lucy nodded and followed suit. They knocked high and low, starting in the corner and moving out. Nothing sounded hollow.

“What if it’s the floor?” she asked. The building barely stretched any farther towards the woods. It would make sense that the stairs would start under the floorboards and not in the walls.

Sullivan nodded. “It probably won’t sound hollow then, but it should sound different.”

They both fell to their knees, knocking on the floorboards to find any sign of the hidden staircase.

“Here!” Sullivan’s low voice echoed through the room. Lucy shot up and looked for something to break the floor. Of course, there was nothing.

 

“There was a crowbar in the hidden room,” he said and darted off, coming back with a very old and dusty piece of black metal.

Lucy narrowed her eyes. “Are you sure that’s a crowbar?”

He shrugged. “It’s going to work like one either way.” He stabbed it underneath one floorboard and pulled it up in one go.

“Okay,” she nodded, “you got it.”

He pulled a few more up, dust and grime coming with it. The floors were one thing Lucy hadn’t gotten to cleaning and the neglected dust leaked through between the boards, gathering on a trap door.

She paused, looking up at Sullivan. The both froze before ripping open the small door. The hinges squeaked in protest, but it opened much easier than they had thought. It wasn’t even locked.

Underneath was the sketchiest set of stairs Lucy had ever seen. She moved to the first one and took a step.

Sullivan held her back. “I’m going first.” He didn’t wait for a response.

“It’s my store,” she mumbled, following him down. She stayed close to his back and her hands trailed the dirt walls to give her some sort of stability.

It was dark and dusty. Sullivan held out his phone as a flashlight. Random sized planks of wood held up the walls, leaving patches of crumbling dirt between. It was not safe.

They walked for what seemed like a long time to Lucy, but the lack of light and space could have gone to her head. Finally, Sullivan turned to her. He held his arm, gesturing her to stand next to him. The tunnel had ended and their feet were at the corner of another trap door.

Lucy met Sullivan’s look with a grin and they bent down to open another mystery. They brushed of the dirt to uncover the entire wooden door. It was much larger than the one in her shop. Sullivan reached over to open it, but stopped.

They heard voices.

Lucy whipped her head around, squinting into the darkness. She couldn’t see anything. Worried, she grabbed onto Sullivan.

He put a finger to his lips and pointed to the trap door. The voices were coming from underneath. Slowly, as to not make any noise, they leaned down as close as they could get.

Not many words could be made out. It didn’t sound like the people below were that close, but Sullivan and Lucy didn’t move a muscle. They needed to hear something.

Turns out they didn’t need to wait very long at all.

“Lucy Lexington seems to have finally joined them, Sir. We don’t have much time.”

Lucy held her breath. It was a woman’s voice, but nothing followed.

A few moments later, she spoke again with strained words. “I know, Sir, but we can’t affect the timeline like that.”

She was on the phone. It took a little longer for her next response. “I understand. I’ll get a team together.”

When he realized the conversation was over, Sullivan pulled Lucy up and she let him guide her the entire way out of the tunnel. Her eyes were glazed over, staring at everything and nothing.

In the shop, Sullivan took her shoulders. “Hey, we don’t know what she was talking about.”

Lucy blinked a few times to get her vision back in focus. “We can say that if we want,” she said, feeling tears line her eyes, “but we both know how bad that sounded.”

Sullivan did nothing to disagree. In fact, he decided ignored it all together. “Lucy, this is good. We found the WDS. We know a way in. We’re one step closer.” He noticed her lack of enthusiasm. “Let’s just get back, okay? Piper and Enzo need to hear this.”

Lucy stared at him. She assumed he was trying to take her mind off the very clear danger that lie in the future. It wasn’t working, but she nodded. For once, she was eager to get back. She knew that deep in the woods, inside that village, she’d be safe.


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