Fiona
“This is it?” I whisper, looking around. The house is simple and quaint, almost like a cottage, and secluded here on the edge of the forest. It looks far away from anything else we passed, which we did in a single car with no one following us or greeting us. Honestly, I think Ryan didn’t even contact anyone to let them know he was coming today.
He was completely serious about going under the radar once we landed.
If it leads to less trouble, I’m fine with it.
“Yes. Mr. and Mrs. Denton live here. Mr. Denton requested that we find them a plot of land that was quiet and out of the way, since not everyone accepted his mate,” Ryan says as he parks in front of the house.
A couple walks out of the front door while I climb out of the car. They’re older, probably in their mid-forties
