Timberlink’s POV
I have been searching for Esmerelda for over a week now. Her having magic and being able to teleport herself wherever she wants is becoming a pain in my ass. It was cool when we were younger and she would sneak us into the kitchen to get cookies, but now that she was using it to avoid me pissed me off.
This magnetic pull inside me is getting stronger now, so I know I am getting close. There is a small town in a few miles I can stop at to rest and refuel. I haven’t stopped except for gas ups for a couple of days. I need to actually get some sleep and not just a couple of hours on the side of the road. I needed to stretch my body out. Being over six feet and crammed into a car for days isn’t very comfortable.
As I pull into the town I notice that it is a cute little touri
