Noel stood frozen in the doorway, bare feet cold against the carpet, shirt sleeves still rolled to his elbows from earlier.
He had not expected this visitor.
Bennett? Yes. He's the jealous and possessive one, who was likely to show up demanding answers as to why he hadn't returned.
Evelina? Absolutely. She's the obsessed and desperate one, probably ready to argue her way inside.
Arthur? Almost certain. He's the arrogant and claiming one, ready to finish what he started in the maze.
But Cedric?
Cedric... of all people?
Noel blinked once, twice, trying to make sense of the tall figure standing just inside the hallway's sconce light.
Cedric Ashford stood there with his serious and cold face with his black hair neatly combed despite the late hour.
His brown eyes were unreadable as Noel tried to figure out why he was here.
The only thing he could tell was the fact that he looked... tired.
