Chapter 45

The day was warm. And I was thankful for the weather. It was a complete contradiction to what was happening. The reserve was beautiful, lush and green. All signs of winter had vanished. I stood at the ledges that over looked the gorge and inhaled deeply. The tops of the evergreens reached tall into the horizon as if yearning for more light.

It had been three days since I had been home; since the night of Carson’s rescue and I was longing for a shower and a good night’s sleep. But I knew we had miles to go before we would be able to rest. We sat in our usual spot in a sunny area where the rays were peeking through the tree’s. I was leafing through Fiona’s journal looking for something, anything that we could use against Cyrus. She had made notes over the years, almost like she knew this day would come where he would return and she wanted to leave breadcrumbs for whoever was left to deal with the carnage.

“Well, he likes scones.” I sighed tossing the book to the ground.