CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
I was about to knock again on the door in front of me when it opened up, Greta standing in front of me in her red bathing robe while drying her thick, wet hair with a towel.
“Oh, great. Now the hybrid is here. What do you want this time? Because I kind of need to pack right now and leave this God forsaken town first thing in the morning,” she walked ahead back in the house with me after her the moment I closed the door behind me.
“Sorry to be the bearer of bad news but your little trip back to your lonely house is cancelled. You will be staying in Woodcave and so I suggest you try to get a little comfortable,”
“Excuse me?”
I took a seat, looking at her dead in the eye,” See, there has been a little change of plans. At first, I just wanted to help my b
