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in the city centre. She was finally here, after three flights and two stop overs. Even she couldn't hide the blossoming exhaustion taking over her body now.

was channeling all her energy into the anger she still held towards Elijah Lupus, hoping that the more she nourished i

animals had plenty of opportunities to indulge in their games. But, thankfully her new Toyota Hilux was taking very good care of her. As it should do, for the price, she thought to herself. It was a total indulgence, but the pick up truck did have certain practical implications, and t

their sense of self preservation, though. Next to none of the dozen riders were wearing anything that would distinguish them

r, as a foreboding chill over took her. The heavy fog creeping down from the mountain tops of the glen she was travelling through were making her cold, just on sight, and she was

the aim to restore it as her first project. However, to the right was the road to her grandparents house. On a whim, or more likely the prospect of an already heated

th patches of pine forests, before being surrounded again by endless moors of heathers and sweeping slopes of bracken, all enclosed under thick grey low standing clouds. Those thick overhead clouds would have given the world a gloomy look

hate surprises. Before too long, Colt had pulled up at a relatively modern house. It was a sandy coloured bungalow, set amongst a curving arc of birch and Rowan tree

w enough to know they didn't like her Dad, but as he did whisk their child across the world, she felt she could somewhat understand their dislike, even if she didn't agree with i

he has been travelling for over a day, had very little sleep under her belt, and was in desperate need of a sh

the truck door, deciding it was

considering the low lying clouds and the dampness that permeated the air. Before she cou

f this was a family trait, she had maybe picked up from who ever was responsible for the climbing rosebush, flowering across the front of the house, or the lavender and peonies delicately placed along the buildings f

ite hair. He was scrutinizing her from under thick white furrowed brows, like he was trying to place where he knew he

?" She asked, turning

ance to ask will you?" Came t

of them that her Mom had, some that even she had. The women wore the same hazel eyes that both she

attention onto her. "I'm Colt Merrier. My Mom is

ore abruptly turning and walking away. The woman stepped forward with a huge g

old sod sometimes. Come on, let's get a proper look at you." Maureen said, gra

nto a very modern kitchen, with a polished granite island in the centre, and two full size glass d

her looking at

e buff. We shift indoors in the warmth like civilised people, and then

her Mom, and watching her move about in her kitchen seemed so familiar, that sudd