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▪▫▪ c ε d ([info]docstheword) wrote in [info]valesco,
See, now he didn't believe her. Emmeline was no longer looking at him (she had never started), and to him, that obviously meant she must know something. An inkling, a phrase must have been passed between them, or anything like that. Caradoc drew another breath of deep air as he quickly became uncontrollably impatient. He would think that when it came to certain things, he would trump over Juliet--- but no, apparently not. That thought alone made him feel hot, to the point where an almost burning feeling began to course through him.

Fine--- fine. There was another way he could find out.

"Fine," Caradoc snapped, not waiting to grab Emmeline's wrist and drag her out toward the dance floor. It would only take a few seconds; she wouldn't even notice, Emmeline certainly seemed in a bad enough and distracted mood to make this simple.

While it took a few minutes to get her to actually dance, finally there came a moment when she looked up at him. As unnoticed as possible for those few seconds, Caradoc searched for any recent memory including Juliet that gave off the emotion of surprise or secrecy or (it would be easy to find, he has just pestered her about it for a good five minutes, and she was still angry about it)---

Was she honestly thinking about Jugson of all things? As he pulled out (nothing! She knew nothing), Caradoc couldn't help but look at her, perplexed. Now that he knew she didn't know anything about Juliet (what was his sister doing?), he felt it was right to focus on other things. The memory of what had happened in her house over a year ago was still fresh, right on the surface of her emotion and memory. Surely she didn't think he was going to attack her again? He frowned.


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