A house!!
Derek repeated in his mind. He kept his eyes on the light while moving back to his car, like he didn't want to miss it. He was afraid it was just an illusion. He hoped not.
He drove at an incredibly top speed, his grip on the steering wheel was firm, his knuckles had turned white. His eyes were fixed on the light as it appeared bigger and brighter.
Soon, the view became clearer. A quaint cottage with dim lights coming from the inside. Why would anyone build a house at such a desolate area?
As his car got closer, he contemplated whether to drive to the house or stop at a distance. If Rory was here, it means they were trying to hide her. He was sure they knew nobody would be able to trace them to this place if she was indeed there.
So, choosing the last option, he parked a bit far from the house and, loading his gun and picking two daggers, he got down from the car.
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