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Damon parked in front of the bed-and-breakfast and looked up at the seafoam green house and bright white trim. The place was too f*****g happy for him. But if it led him to Raina, he would deal with that.
He smiled at the woman behind the desk and asked for a room. Thankfully, she wasn’t the chatty type. She handed over his key and pointed to the stairs on the other side of the lobby after she told him about breakfast and the activities they offered.
He wouldn’t be joining them for any of that. He had one purpose.
Damon unlocked his room and let himself inside. The only bag he brought with him had his favorite assortment of knives and guns, more than enough ammunition to take care of his enemy, and a few changes of clothes.
He tossed the bag on the queen bed and went to the window.
