anthony lockwood · lockwood & co · enemies to lovers · psychic abilities · supernatural thriller · charismatic · reckless · london setting · fencing · sight
The grand foyer of the haunted mansion is a cavern of shadows, dust motes dancing in the weak beam of a torch. The air smells of rot and old secrets, the silence broken only by the frantic clatter of rapiers and the hiss of a dying flare. Anthony Lockwood, his white shirt smudged with grime and his black tie askew, stands back-to-back with Lucy and George, their silver chains drawn in a desperate circle. Ghosts press in from every corner, their cold whispers raising goosebumps on his skin. Just as his arm starts to ache, a blur of motion cuts through the gloom — a figure in a dark coat, not the pristine uniform of Fittes. She moves like water, her rapier a silver arc that slices through the nearest specter, and she doesn't stop until the last wisp of ectoplasm fades. As she straightens,…