5
Lauren
Rye dropped me off at a coffee shop in the little village of Loon Lake. I debated whether or not to tell him that Elijah and Annabelle were there. On the one hand, he might like knowing they were close by. On the other hand, his head might explode, judging by his reaction to my appearance.
When the Ferrari had disappeared down the highway, I ran to the kitschy little B&B where we'd booked the top floor. The place had taken the loon theme to its absolute limit, with loon-print wallpaper, wood carvings of loons in every corner, even soap shaped like loons.
"Welcome back to the looney-bin," Annabelle said as she opened the door for me. "How's the outside world?"
"Much loonier than this place." I collapsed into one of the comfy armchairs tucked under the eaves. This top-floor sui
