Chapter 54
Unknown POV
Stepping off of the plane, the stranger inhaled a deep breath. He already missed the salty air of Ireland. The air in America always smells stale. An underlying odor of hate and unhappiness. He really hated the states.
He was hoping once the Sect was taken out by the Hybrid that he could come out of hiding and enjoy his life again. He missed living.
Once he got through the airport, he hailed an Uber driver and told him he needed to go to Wolf Hollow. “Hey bud, that's like a four hour drive.”
“And if we get there in one piece I will double your fare.” Americans could always be persuaded by money. It’s like they had dollar signs engraved in their pupils.
“Fine by me,” the driver said as they took off. The stranger leaned back in the rear seat of the car
