Emmett made his way slowly inside the manor. The manor was dark and eerie as he crept through the halls. He could have used his gift that he knows of, however he wanted to take his time to process what on earth he was doing.
He froze when he heard the slightest sound. He leaned his whole body on the wall as he watched Vivian stepping down the stairs. Emmett stared while holding his breath as Vivian who looked half asleep, went on the other side of the large staircase, which lead to the huge kitchen.
Emmett, impatience, used his gift to climb the stairs. He peeked in every room, as quiet and quickly as he could before he found the one he had been looking for.
Almost like a ghost he drifted in the darkness, his eyes on the petite figure on the bed. The curtains were pulled shut, the candle unlit, and the melted wax trailing down the sides of the long cylinder shape of the candle stand.
