ng through water. The current pushing me back. The air becomes thick making it di

ward finally reaching the source of the light and squeeze myself through. I fall forward and land on my hand

h I must have done when Darren first brought me there so many years ago. But I am almost positive that it

t I somehow I thought I would be in a remote spot. Instead I find myself in a small copse of trees, just beyond the tree line I can see a busy st

surprised to find that the entrance is nowhere in site. I stick my hand out trying to feel for it, pe

I found it strange that I had just left the headquarters in darkness, yet I arrive on the mortal realm in full sunshine. Was it because time ru

though about money in my rush to leave. If I ever see Dario again I will have to thank him. Just as I was about to

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ow I was supposed to find this address. But Dario would not

dea where else to start, I he

hudder. I look over my shoulder only to find that the copse of tree were no longer there, instead a dark alley took

e sign of where I might be. It looks touristy. People millin

n Windermere wonder emporium

f the road saying taxi rank. Luckily for me there is a single

miss?” he asks rol

ease?” I pass him over the post-it his eyes

the window back up. I pull open the rear door and

ny requests to come up to Pear Tree Cottage, not for many years.” He chatted away happily in the front seat. He wasn’t a small

asking, I reckon your not from around thes

s the world flew by outside the car window. Although vehicles were not particularly common in the headqu

ake beneath us. The view would be breath-taking, on any other occasion I would stop to admire it, but for now I was eager to see where this addre

ck in stripes and pretty flowers grew in boarders. A sign attached to the side of the building announced Pear Tree Cottage B&B. The sign was old and

fore climbing out. The taxi slowly rolled away le

my back. Quickly pushing the feeling aside I reach out and take the knocker in my hand. Banging once against the heavy wooden door before the door burst open revealing a tall woman with platinum hair falling about her face in waves down to her waist. Her eyes were the lightest shade of blue, almost verging on white. She wore jeans and a black floaty blouse, a st

weet, like a melody playing on wind. She ga

, I was just wondering if you might have

“So the room is £80 a night, and includes breakfast. Would you prefer a lake view or wo

sofas sat in a u-shape around the fire. On the ceiling above the fire was a huge iron clothes horse, one that you pull down as and when you need it. I expect it was an original feature of the house. Rather than clothes, rows and rows of drying herbs and flowers were tied to the frame drying out. A heady scent of lavender and

ny wood that was shined to a mirror finish. A huge stags head mounted above another smaller fir

ed, I jumped forgetting that

r if I could trust her. The fact Dario had given me her address, surely meant he trusted her. I decided i

m Lilith.” Smiling she handed me a key to my room. “Follow me.” She stepp

antique decor, trying hard not to accid

don’t have any other guests currently. I don’t tend to advertise as we are pretty exc

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riend have a name.” By now we had reached the landing a

er hand stilled on the door. L

questions, a hint of

o feel uncomfortable under her

be downstairs if there is anything you need.” I pass her as I walk into my room. Her eyes still lingering on my f

shutting out her probing gaze. The rooms temperature went

an, and why was she so uncertain about Dario having sent me he

g. There was a floral bedspread with pretty pink rose buds covering it. A window looked out across the valley below and over the lakes, under the window sat a small desk with a vase full of roses, presu

e that stood out more that the rest. It was a young boy, the same blue eyes and platinum hair as my host. I watched mesmerised as his image changed from a young toddler and matured into a