THE GARDEN.
James’ men stood near the hedge line.
“How long are we going to do this for?” Scissors said narrowing his gaze.
“Relax, we need his trust.”
“James don't trust. We're just for dirty jobs.”
“For now.” Blade muttered.
Blade leaned lazily against the stone fence, rolling his shoulders as he checked his watch for the third time.
“Another three hours,” he muttered. “I swear this place gets creepier at night.”
Scissors snorted.
“You’re scared of trees now?”
“I’m serious. Ever since that girl arrived…”
He stopped talking. The wind died suddenly, like someone had closed a door in the night.
Blade frowned and pushed himself away from the fence.
“Did you feel that?”
Scissors turned slightly. “Feel what?”
His gaze shifted past the hedges. Someone was standing there.
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