Chapter 93: Interest?

Chapter 93: Interest?The next day after his strange encounter with Wednesday in Pilgrim World, Luke left Nevermore again. He had to take advantage of Sunday to plant the spy devices on the faceless

one.

Wednesday was advancing in the mystery faster than in the series. This was due to two

factors: the help Luke provided and the strength she possessed. She could face Rowan, the Hyde, and wouldn't lose like in the series.

On the way to Jericho, Luke thought about Wednesday and everything that happened the day before in Pilgrim World. The two had witnessed a murder and then compacted the body and buried it so the Hyde couldn't come back for it.

It was strange and creepy. Luke pressed the corpse with his telekinesis until it was compacted into an unrecognizable mass. The idea was Wednesday's. seaʀᴄh thё NôvelFire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

He recalled Wednesday's expressionless face when the normie was being killed by the Hyde or when he compacted the normie's dead body with his telekinesis.

He also remembered Wednesday's face slightly smiling when she told him about the normie's imminent death.

For some reason, he couldn't get the images of the girl's face out of his head since he arrived at Nevermore yesterday.

Was what he felt interest in Wednesday?

'I need to focus. I can't get distracted when I change the faceless one's memories,' Luke thought, slapping his face. The taxi driver looked at him with a strange expression but said nothing.

Upon arriving in Jericho, he expanded his domain and quickly recognized Deacon and Amaranth watching the café where Tyler works. It seemed their routine was always the same: watching Tyler's movements, although they didn't do it yesterday or lost sight of him when he turned into the Hyde. The speed the monster has when it wants to flee is hard to follow, even for Luke's flight.

This time, Luke came thirty minutes before the café closed so he wouldn't have to wait so long.

Thirty minutes later, Tyler left the café and headed home. It was Sunday, and there were almost no activities to do on a winter day that quickly turned to night. After work, he would return home to eat, rest, and then sleep, since he had classes on Monday.

Amaranth and Deacon watched Tyler's house from a distance. Ten minutes later, Amaranth left the area. Luke was almost certain, that the half-blood was heading to the hideout they were using with Atlas and the others.

'Are they living there?' Luke thought with a slight smile.

The house where they were staying was the original 1625 Pilgrim meeting house. The real one. Not the recreated one he visited yesterday at Pilgrim World. The problem was that the original house was in extreme disrepair.

It's funny to imagine Sabrina living in that house used by vagabonds and drug addicts. The Spellman girl couldn't stand being at Nevermore, so she must hate staying in that rundown house even more.

When Amaranth was more than five kilometers away, Luke acted. This time, he appeared behind Deacon and touched the back of his neck before he could turn around. Once again, he used his pain induction technique. Only this time, he made it stronger so his enemy would lose consciousness faster.

Deacon collapsed to the ground with spasms. He didn't even see who his attacker was. He sensed the presence behind him but had no time to turn around.

'Mm... Maybe I should knock him out in a more conventional way. I don't want him to have psychological issues from the mental pain induction,' Luke thought. He didn't want his puppet to break too soon.

Luke got to work. He erased and created memories in Deacon's mind. He erased the memories of the pain he felt a few minutes ago and made new ones where he carried an ordinary pen with him in his jacket, just because he liked the pen.

It took longer than expected. He had to be careful and wanted Deacon to be fully convinced that he had bought the pen and liked it. So Luke took his time.

He didn't plant the spy mini-cameras. The spy cameras had to be visible to record. If Deacon's companions noticed them, his plan would fail.

Once he obtained several recordings of conversations between Atlas, Sabrina, and the others, he would make his move and plant the spy camera on Deacon, but first, he needed to ensure he had audio evidence.

'All set,' Luke thought. Like last time, Deacon regained consciousness and thought everything was the same as before. He only felt a slight headache.

Ten minutes later, Luke was back at Nevermore. The pen was one of the most expensive and had an almost undetectable built-in microphone. In a week, he would recover it.

...

Wednesday opened her eyes and got out of bed like she did every day, with the same movements. She had had a strange dream.

She dreamed of the day before when she visited Pilgrim World. It had been a very fruitful day, and in her opinion, one of the best since she arrived at Nevermore.

She had managed to confirm several of her theories, bringing her closer to the mystery of the prophecy and the person behind it all. She had been a front-row witness to a murder and had created a deep grave to bury the body of a person (though she, unfortunately, wasn't the one who killed him).

But her dream had focused on something, or rather someone, else. Her dream centered on the person who had accompanied her through all these thrilling events: Luke Poe.

She remembered Luke's expressionless face as he witnessed the murder, how he had wanted to kill a normie in broad daylight, how he compacted the corpse with his telekinetic powers. She could only say one thing: fascinating.

This feeling was strange to her, and at times, she didn't like it and wanted to bury it deep in her consciousness, but she couldn't get the images of the previous day out of her mind.

'Am I interested in him?' Wednesday asked herself, looking at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her face was pale, and she wore an expression that was hard to discern.

'No. I need to train,' Wednesday answered herself, splashing cold water on her face. She dried off and started heading to the gym where they practiced fencing.

Two hours later, she returned to her room. She saw Enid awake, sitting on her colorful bed and chatting with Thing. Wednesday couldn't understand how Thing had become such good friends with this girl, although she had been trying to improve her treatment of Enid and had gradually come to consider her a friend.

Enid looked at Wednesday and immediately stood up, "You traitor!" Enid exclaimed. "Explain yourself. I don't read minds," Wednesday said, starting to search for clothes in her wardrobe. She had sweated a lot during training and would take a bath.

"You said you wouldn't have a date, but it was!" Enid explained indignantly. Wednesday sighed internally. She didn't want to have this annoying conversation, but Enid had already positioned herself in front of the door.

"What nonsense did you tell her, Thing?" Wednesday asked, glaring at Thing threateningly. She thought the damn hand had sworn loyalty to her, but here it was, causing trouble.

Thing hid behind Enid. Since Enid had helped convince Wednesday to let Thing accompany her, she decided to tell Enid what Luke and Wednesday had done in Pilgrim World, skipping the scary parts, like the normie's death and how Luke left the corpse.

"He told me that you two walked around Pilgrim World, ate, and talked about many things. In my world, that's known as a date," Enid said, listing all the things Wednesday and Luke did

with her fingers.

"I get your point, but that's not it. We had to spend time in Pilgrim World for a reason," Wednesday said, stopping Enid, who continued talking without pause.

"What reason?" Enid asked.

"Ask your ex-boyfriend yourself," Wednesday said, emphasizing the word 'ex-boyfriend.' She stopped a short distance from Enid, and the two girls stared at each other. The atmosphere in the room seemed to drop in temperature.

After a few seconds, Wednesday circled Enid and left the room.

'Why did I act that way?' Wednesday thought, shaking her head. She was already tired of

thinking about these average teenage problems. She needed to focus on the prophecy and improve her strength for what was coming.

Enid remained frozen in place. She didn't like the word 'ex-boyfriend' at all. She pulled out her phone and sent a message to Luke. She needed to ask him the reason Wednesday didn't

tell her.

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