Chapter 25

• DAMON'S POV
• The drive to my aunt's place is torturous and dare I say long, but I would do it over again in a heartbeat. The lush trees that rushed by and the evergreen scenery always got to me. I didn't think that was the only thing I loved about the journey. It was the darkness that seemed to lurk deeper in the forest, behind the facade of the gentility the green woods seem to portray. One Day, I would explore that part and nothing would stop me. Aunt Martha's house was no less than a four hour drive from the city if not more and if I wasn't mistaken. She'd made a small cozy cottage at the western edge of the city her home and she didn't even mind the lack of company around her. If anything, she revered it and that just might be one of the many things we both shared in common. A bump in the middle of the road caused the car to dip and come up again but not without rocking my black Jeep. I cursed underneath my breath, knowing fully well it wasn't my bodyguard's fault, the tiny path that wounded up the Cottage was bumpy and looked like a pictorial representation of hell. Since aunt Martha's humble abode was tucked in the actual middle of the woods, it was something I had to bear. The smallest of things I could bear actually.
• It didn't take too long for us to get to her house, or at least almost. I stole an awfully long glance at the sky and watched the clouds grow cloudy, grey colors and thunder rumbling in the distance. A thought came to mind I smiled wondering what my aunt could be up to this time.