Destined Chaos by Kate Allenton

Author:Kate Allenton [Allenton, Kate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Coastal Escape Publishing
Published: 2020-11-09T18:00:00+00:00

11

Libby

His house was nothing like I’d imagined. He was a bachelor, and wanting to buy Slaughter House would not be cheap. His house was small compared to the many places I’d lived.

He and I would be tripping over each other fairly quickly.

“I know it’s small,” he said as he grabbed my luggage from the back while I used the crutches to get to the front door. “But what it lacks in size, it makes up for in charm. It’s the whole reason I bought the place.”

I could only imagine what awaited me inside.

He used the key and shoved the door open and helped me over the threshold. The foyer opened up to hardwood floors from reclaimed and repurposed wood.

“This is stunning,” I whispered.

“Isn’t it?” Hugh said, gesturing to the couch. “Take a load off while I put your bag in the room.”

I hobbled farther into the living room. Tan couches complemented the tile-inlaid tables. A bookshelf was on one wall, filled with books that covered history, business, and flying, just to name a few.

A bar separated the living room from the kitchen, where stainless-steel pots hung from the ceiling overhead with recessed lighting. All the comforts of the twenty-first century while keeping the history of the woodwork intact.

He returned from the back room.

“How old is this place?” I couldn’t stop from asking.

“It was built in 1892 by a married couple, Francesca and Harold Granger. One look at the place and I bought it.”

“Let me guess. It had a solid foundation.”

He shook his head. “Nah, I could feel the love in the air. The house was meant to be lived in and appreciated. I knew it after spending a minute inside. Call it a sixth sense.”

“So, no bones here, huh?”

“Not any that are talking to me,” Hugh said and stepped into the kitchen. “I’m sure you’re starved because I know I am. I’m going to whip together a meal, and I’m going to tell you all about my plans for Slaughter House and you can tell me all about your killing curse.”

“Why does it matter about my curse?” I asked, hobbling to the bar to sit on a stool.

“Mrs. Weller says you were born in Mountain View and there are others here that are special like you. We have all kinds of talents, so if there’s anyone that can break a curse, it’s the…what did your guy call it?” He used the same air quotes as me. “The freaks. Takes a freak to stop freaks, right?”

I grinned. Hugh had a valid point, not that I thought it possible, but maybe. “If I’m around in five years, I’ll be more than glad to let you help me break it.”

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I had fifteen missed calls and even more missed text messages. The incoming call was from Beaumont Foundation. Just peachy. “Excuse me.”

“Take your time. I’m cooking,” Hugh said.

I hopped back to the couch and answered. “Slaughter.”

“Libby, where have you been?” Champ Beaumont asked.

“Sorry, Champ. I guess Slaughter House lacks cell service.

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