Her CEO Stalker and Her Second Chance Mate (Adelaide) novel Chapter 245

Chapter 245

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The Appalachian mountain road had become perilous. The wipers beat steadily

against the rain as Briar stared out the passenger window. She hadn’t grown up far

from here, and I knew that bothered her to an extent. Misty had tracked down her

grandmother on her mother’s side. She lived deep in the Appalachian mountains,

the closest town we had driven through a half an hour ago was a barely functioning skeleton of an old mining town. We were going off a marked old map and google

images to get us to the right spot. She wanted to know the cloth she was cut from.

After everything she had been through and what she had discovered about the Aunt

that raised her as her daughter assuming her mother’s name and the wolf she was

bestowed upon shifting, she wanted as many answers as she could find out about

who she was. Her entire life everyone had kept so many secrets from her, she

deserved this. I just hoped she got the answers she wanted.

The SUV lurched over the rough terrain of the winding trail leading up to the

house. There were no electrical poles here or modern conveniences, no cell service.

She explained that her aunt and her had lived a humble life in the mountains but

she knew that there were people out there that still lived like this, off the land,

secluded and seemingly poor. However, she said this kind of life was rich in other

ways.

“We are almost there,” I let her know. She looked out the windshield through the

soft pelting rain as a dim light came into view. I pulled up in front of the small rustic cabin and reached into the back seat to grab a hoodie to at least ward off

some of the rain, when it suddenly stopped. She cocked her head watching out the window and I followed her eyes locked on the figure of an old woman. Her head

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tilted in a similar manner as she stared back. A large raven beat its wings on her

shoulder. The sun came through the clouds and I muttered to myself, because go

figure it stopped the moment we got here.

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Briar was stuck in that stare with the woman, down the bond her pit of anxiety and

shifted to curiosity. I stepped out of the car, Briar doing the same. I scowled

because I liked to open her doors. I stepped beside her and as we approached the

foot of the porch stairs I realized by the milky cloud cast over the woman’s eyes

that she was blind. Briar and I shared a look and she went to speak but the old

woman beat her.

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