{Ronan’s POV}
Canada this season always seemed lively for some reason. Even night time seemed a bit brighter than usual.
By the time we reached the safe house, the sky had dipped into a dull yet warm gray. The stone cottage sat crouched on the hillside.
“Home sweet safe house,” Damon muttered as he cut the engine. His tone was dry, but I could tell he was very much alert. As always.
Heri leaned forward between the seats, eyes wide as she stared at the place. “It looks like a m—movie set.”
“It does… artistic eye, Heri.” I said as I pushed open my door.
Heri slipped out after Lisa, her small shoes crunching on gravel. She didn’t say anything after that, she just tilted her head back to look at the heavy timbers and the old windows. But her tired face still betrayed her excitement.
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