If a month ago someone told her that she will be out here running for her life and will be on a race to find a witch, that someone would have received a pat on his back for trying to make her laugh.
But that someone would have received her gratitud...
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She pulled her thick scarf back up to cover her nose. It left her eyes the only exposed part of her body, the rest covered with multiple layers of clothing. Thankful that its beyond freezing outside.
If it's not so damn cold I would be sweating like a pig right now. She thought.
Facing outside, she can see the expanse of the manor. Standing proud with three floors and rows and rows of wide glass windows. It showcases a very impressive french renaissance exterior.
It looks like something out of a fantasy novel, both breathtaking and intimidating.
Th man who she hitched hike with for two days waved a final goodbye before turning his truck and disappeared down the long driveway. She sent a little prayer along his way, hiked her backpack higher on her shoulders and jogged the short distance to the manor.
The rain seemed to be on her side as it poured a little bit harder, it left her almost soaked in minutes. When she reached the main door she noticed that there is some kind of a party going on inside. Through the glass on the door, she saw people dancing to an upbeat music drifting from inside.
She reached out and rang the doorbell once and again when no one answered. She was about to ring it again when it suddenly opened, showing a man about six feet tall with a lean build.
She's not petite, as she measures five feet and five inches, but the man in front of her has such strong essence that she felt dwarfed by him.
She sniffed and crunched her nose right away, the man has a witch's blood. No wonder. Not the one she's looking for though.
His face darkened as if he saw her reaction through the fabric covering her face.
"Can I help you?" he asked. Sounding a bit annoyed, he doesn't seem to know what she is.
Which gave her a slight hope. She traveled so far just to find this place. She can't come back. No, she will get what she came here for.
She lowered her scarf showing her face but let it stay on her neck. She smiled a little and pretended to shiver. Wrapping her arms around herself, she will herself to look smaller. She's tired and hungry, she can feel the fatigue right to her bones and undoubtedly she looked like she went through hell and back.
His eyes widened a little, taking in her dark eyes framed with thick lashes, to her long straight nose and to her pale pink lips. His eyes lingered there a little before coming back up to her meet her eyes. Green ones meeting black.
