Chapter Thirty Nine
GABRIELS POV Lennox and I had finally settled in Boston for the night, a last minute stop before heading into Montreal. "Do you honestly think Samuel is going to go for this?" She asked me. "No, I don't know but its worth a shot." We walked up to the old brick home covered in vines, tucked away at the end of a worn down cobblestone road. It was easily a 200 year home that nature had claimed as her own. We knocked on the door several times getting no answer. "See? He's not here" she said "let's go" "oh he's here, I can smell that British tea breath anywhere." and I began to grab several small stones, intending to throw them all into the windows with lycan force. As I threw the first three stones with one hand, Samuel appeared from nowhere it seemed, catching every stone. I sm
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