Chapter 117: The Search (2)
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Arriving at the graveyard close to the bonnet estate, Cassian and Orson got down from the carriage. Staring at the empty graveyard that showed no sign of life, Cassian was about to go in through the gate, but was instantly stopped by Orson who held his arm, pulling him back.
"Hold on, shouldn’t you confirm if they’re ghosts there first?" Orson couldn’t believe Cassian was about to go in there without thinking of the precautions that it would hold on him, but the young lad released his arm from Orson’s grip, already growing impatient as his eyes switched from Amber-brown to red, and then to the usual brown.
"I don’t give a fuck." Was his response before he ventured into the graveyard. It was important for all living and nonliving things to avoid him at this point because the anger within him could certainly not be matched. As long as anything gets in his way of finding Maddie, he wouldn’t hesitate to tear whoever it is to shreds.
"You should go after him." Amadeus’ concerned tone reached the ears of Orson. "You of all people should know how the Young Lord behaves when his anger is triggered, and it is understandable since it’s his wife. But you’re the only one who can tame him for the meantime until the new lady is found."
"Sigh.... I know...I know." Orson brushed his fingers through his hair, taking it to the back as he was just as worried for the both of them. He silently thought to himself for a moment, pursing his lips together before going in to help Cassian survey the area.
He doubts any ghost would go after him with his current anger.
Stepping in, Orson walked through the rows of gravestones lined at both sides. He stared at the years each gravestone was buried including the names of the owner of the grave. Everything looked normal and that made his eyes squint into a skeptical look.
’Why would Madeline come here?’ knowing he couldn’t get the answer by just asking himself, he moved forward. He finally spotted Cassian not too far ahead. The young lad had crouched to the earthly ground, and when Orson moved closer to see what he was staring at, there were visible footprints on the ground as though someone had been dragged.