"I need to head there," I muttered, clenching my fists.
I walked toward the mansion gates, ignoring the intense stare from Marcellus. Or... Ghost Marcellus.
Argh, there are way too many ghosts out here, no offence to Caroline.
"Head where?" Marcellus turned around when I walked past him.
"Your master's lair, of course!" I snapped, spinning around to face him. "I need to look Althea in the eyes and see... And see her deny this. See her tell me she didn't really poison me and kill my—"
Lightning crackled through the sky, interrupting me and causing me to jolt. The rain had reached a peak that made me subconsciously shiver. My clothes were soaked and the constant sound of the dropping rain made me even more anxious.
Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat. Pit fucking pat!
My head spun until I placed my hands on it, looking away from Marcellus' peering gaze.
