16. Cillian

Lucien was correct. The truck would have been no use. I doubt we would have ever found their location if he hadn’t approached us. Hidden right at the edge of a river lay the most beautiful log cabin. Surrounded by trees and greenery it was a stunning creation.

Noticing the shed full of axes, tools and other equipment I tried to open with friendliness. “Did you build this house yourself?”

“I did.”

“Well it’s very impressive.”

He merely grunted. I can take a hint.

It doesn't bother Franz who is smirking when the wooden door flies open and the equivalent of a goddess steps out of the door.

He literally gasps, like the mate bond has sparked there and then. She's pretty, yes, but she knows it. Long black hair, shimmering under the sunshine like ravens wings. Her eyes are grey, her cheeks rosy, lips plump and she's squeezed into leather pants and a black tank top.

"Well well," her dark, shapely eyebrows rising with interest. "You two look like trouble."

"I don't think that's entirely true,