Destiny: A Hunter's Novel, Book 3 Read Online Free

first time she’d lied to me. I let it slide because what could I do? I couldn’t change the past.
    "I appreciate you bringing me here."
    "How would you have gotten all the way to Ireland in the time you needed to? Take a plane?" Serafine scoffed. Given, I had not thought about how I would've traveled. I normally loved a good dose of sarcasm, but it rubbed me the wrong way when Serafine used it. I didn’t like it when she was disappointed in me. So, naturally, I got defensive.
    "Yes, a giant red angel is much less conspicuous." I turned my back to Serafine and heard a pop. When I turned back, she was gone. I wondered why she hadn't used that trick instead of flying me here. I guess everyone liked to spread their wings sometime.
    "Time to figure out where dear old Granddad is." I said to myself. I set out to find the man I had only met once in my life but he’d left enough of an impression that I’d never forgotten him.
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    I decided to take the route over the hills since that was where Serafine had pointed. I figured civilization had to be there somewhere. I thought maybe she was trying to help me indirectly. In reality, I’d hiked for miles over those rolling hills in the distance: nice to look at, time consuming to walk over.
    As I pulled myself up to the top of the fourth hill, I found a little village below me. It looked sleepy and quiet, just what I needed right now. The drop down the other side was steep, but at least it was my last one and a down slide instead of a climb up.
    I reached the middle of the village about twenty five minutes later. I took my time on the last hill down. I didn't want to look like I was in a hurry, which I was, or stand out, which I did since I was still wearing my ski pants and it felt like spring. There was a place called The Wet Mug on what seemed to be the main street in the village. Strangely enough, no one seemed to notice me as I walked by their houses, even the people gardening and children out playing. Not one person said hello, bad cess to you (one of the only things I’d learned when I’d visited Ireland as a child, a common curse used in my Granddad’s village ) or even acknowledged my existence with a nod. This place may work out better than I had hoped.
    I pushed my way into the front entrance of The Wet Mug. The heavy wood door swung shut behind me. The bar was quiet, as you'd expect mid-day. The entire room and everything in it was fashioned mostly from a worn light wood that had to be old. I wondered how long this tavern had been standing.
    There was a large bar with twelve stools at the back which I made my way toward. I was starving. I checked my pocket and found a little wad of cash. Thank you Serafine . It had to be her because it sure wasn't me. I pulled it out and found it was about a grand in Euros. Generous.
    "What can I get you Lass?"
    I jumped a little when I heard the voice, my hand automatically going to the duffle bag I carried, where the book was hidden. Finding it there calmed me. I looked up to find a giant of a man standing behind the bar. He had snuck up on me, which was weird because I was hard to sneak up on. Not only because I was a Hunter but because I had emerging powers as well. It was also strange considering his size. He had to be around 7 feet tall with dark brown hair.
    He was imposing, visibly muscular but I also felt warmth and comfort radiating from him. I felt comfortable where I sat. He smiled widely with a set of perfect straight white teeth. After I took in his size from the bottom moving up, I was surprised to find swirling blue eyes. They were a moving color, dark and light blue, so at odds and yet so perfect on him. 
    "Michael Donovan! You best keep to yourself son!"
    I heard the booming voice from behind me and turned to find the last person I thought I would. The very man I’d been there to see: my Grandfather, on my mother's side, stood in the open doorway. Wind blew around him