North Carolina
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As far as she has said of Bonnet himself, it sounded like the same Stephen Bonnet. But what the hell was he doing in Oslo, Norway. Vanessa was riding the on a horse with Ian in front of her. We were going to have to stop for lunch soon, and she would continue her story then. Her voice was starting to go hoarse though from talking, and so I told her to let it rest a bit.
A cave in Norway, and a coven of sorts that keeps and eye one it. It was bloody fascinating! Even though the keepers of the stones didn't know much more about them than I myself did, I wish I knew everything those runes translated to. Jamie and Ian were both fascinated with the story, but the skepticism was visible on their faces.
I had watched her face during the telling of her first meeting with Stephen Bonnet. There was a look of longing and loss in it, but it was obvious she had doubted him in the beginning and was very smartly wary of him. That was at least something, she wasn't a complete idiot then. But perhaps she knew a side of him no one else had seen. The vulnerable side Bree had glimpsed when he woke up from the nightmare.
We rode for another hour or so in silence before we stopped. Every one scattered into the bushes to do our business and came back where the men took the horses to graze and Vanessa and I went about getting lunch made. It was simply cheese, bread, some fruit and some whiskey, but food .
The image of Bonnet's ghost standing over her last night was still with me, though I didn't see it myself. It made one wonder, really.
I was glad when Jamie and Ian came back and we sat down and ate. Jamie decided it would be best for us to get moving again soon, but he too wanted to know a bit more of the story.
And so Vanessa obliged us, and began her tale of her passage with Stephen Bonnet on the Persephone.
