Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter Seven: Bumping into Dragons

Maybe Charity was right with what she had said when we were cleaning up after breakfast. I didn’t want to feed into her worries, but the idea of staying at the cabin longer was a tempting thought.

I slipped on my running shoes, grabbing my overnight bag by the leather handles, and hefting it off of the bed. I had just packed a few comfortable things for the next few days along with the sexy bra and panty set that Jake had never gotten to see me in.

Walking out of my bedroom, I closed the door. Something about leaving, even if only for a short time, felt like I was saying goodbye.

I knew that if I wanted to stay longer, Scott and mom would let me. If I asked, he would probably let me stay there for free. I just hated to do that. I didn’t like leaning on them that much. Even though they would probably offer it to me.

My parents had told me before that they always felt better when someone was in the house. Which I could understand. It was in the middle of nowhere and even though no one had messed with it there was always the worry. If they did, my parents wouldn’t know for weeks at least.

Scott liked to take fishing trips to the lake. He told me that he had been coming to fish there with his parents when he was a kid. That his dad had grown up in the house, running through the woods as a child until night would fall.

My mom liked being outdoors, but the woods out there gave her the creeps. She said she could feel things out there and it wasn’t something that mom enjoyed so when he go on his trips to the house. She and I would usually get together and lounge around the pool at their house, or go to the local shops and look at pretty rocks. When I was younger, she called it our girl time. Saying that Scott just needed to connect with nature.

I loved my mom, but sometimes she could be a real hippy.

my keys off the couch. I shuffled the bags around in my hand, listening to my cell phone make another loud buzzing sound in the pocket. I wasn’t going to

the white wooden table by the front door. Kicking myself that I had forgotten to water them.

I had a few weeks of paid time off and maybe I could sweet talk him into

darkened hallway, with its pale yellow walls and maroon carpet that clashed painfully

the way for me. Letting me put money

to glow in the dim lights that lined the way. A chill went up my spine as I moved to the other side of the walkway, trying

dark auburn hair that was pulled back into a braid. The other had bleached blonde hair with dark roots that looked like

and the redheaded one’s lips twitched into a ghost of a

eyes tracked my movements and I felt a spike of fear move through me. I swallowed

almost bird like. His gaze moved down to the bandages on my neck before the blond tucked his

strolled past me, his

fun. She’s pretty and it will

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