Verity's back was sore and her legs were itching to move by the time they finally pulled up in front of the house. When Theo came to help her out she was more than happy to get out- she just didn't want to face what was there. This house, as much as she'd looked forward to it and as beautiful as it was seemed to be cursed in some way. She remembered the man showing up at their door and forcing injections on them, she remembered getting sick, now Montague...
She nodded when Theo told her to take it easy and tried her hardest to lower her misshappen body out of the elevated seat. "I'm never doing this again," she said, referring to the pregnancy. It was probably more of a true statement than she wanted to think about right now.
When she was finally on the ground she took a moment to breath and right herself, still avoiding looking at the house. She wondered how close she would need to be to check the wards...