#Chapter64

The sun was at the rim of the mountains before moon shined in the dark of the times. The hogan was previously positioned by Lucius’ butler, Devon, for their fleeting stay was their shelter for the first night. 

It was small cabin which was enough to spend one night in the cold wooded area. Devon had outdone himself by preparing candles and pleasant-smelling herbs to scent the hut. It could arouse any hot blood person but looking at his nonchalant wife, he gritted his teeth gulping down the sudden rise of desire.

Lucius was warned of the long journey they had to go through to find Orla and his...