Chapter 13
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THE WATCHER
He might not be able to follow her today, but tonight would be fun.
He’d helped her pick Stage eight’s accommodation himself.
Smiling at the access he would have to her, he stooped to squeeze into the back of a compact taxi.
The driver was a young twenty-something boy and a cousin of the person who ran the taxi service.
Many of the car services were family-owned in these parts.
After the short drive to Bethesda, he was handing over the fee when the boy dropped some disappointing intel.
“Not sure how long you plan on staying, but I see you’re a hiker,” he said, nodding to the backpack in his fist, “and my grandad told me this morning to expect some nasty weather tomorrow or the next. Snow and wind. It should only be a problem higher in the mountains, though.”
Hiding dismay, he quickly thanked the boy and headed to the public bunkhouse where she would sleep tonight. He needed to get the layout of the place before he found somewhere to hang for the day.
Tonight, he would see if she changed her plans because of the weather and then change his if need be.
He was so close to the one thing he’d dreamed of having.
Bébhinn Clarissa O’Faolain.