I stepped out of the car and glanced at the icy fields surrounding us. A cathedral-looking shack that looked more like a mausoleum was situated within a distance, closer to the entrance of the woods. This was odd and a little creepy, mostly because I was here with a serious man like Nicholas. Even my heart raced at the thought of having just entered a horror scene.
“Relax. I’m not a murderer. You’ll be safe.”
I rested my gaze on his and wanted to believe that. It had been such a risk letting him take me here, but I’d chosen to be here, so there was no logic for me to complain about it. I was ready to check out whatever employment he had for me. Though, after taking another look at the shack, I couldn’t even begin to imagine what it was. I immediately thought of grave-digging, but I wasn’t really sure it was that.
“Ready?”