Chapter 150: Blood-Sucking Monster (3)
The next morning, Everly got out of bed and saw that the world outside had been transformed into a blanket of snow.
The elderly were still asleep. When Everly and Misha went downstairs, Karl and Old John were already chatting by the fireplace in the living room.
Having kept to herself for so long, Everly hadn’t seen her grandfather so engaged in conversation with anyone in ages. She smiled quietly, watching the two of them talk. In the kitchen next door, Karl’s wife was bustling about, preparing a breakfast with an Indigenous flair for their two sons. The clatter of bowls and cooking sounds, full of life, occasionally drifted over, softening the tension in her nerves.
Seeing the two girls, everyone greeted them warmly and even asked if they had slept well the night before.
“Absolutely wonderful! It’s my first time using a pillow stuffed with grass seeds. It’s so comfortable and has this subtle fragrance—it’s really interesting!” Misha gave a thumbs-up, full of praise.
Everly joined in with her own compliments.
The delicious breakfast left everyone feeling warm and content. The meal was a complete success, both for hosts and guests.
After breakfast, according to the original plan, the three had intended to drive to the source of the Kamass River nearby. But since the snow hadn’t stopped and the weather outside was freezing, they decided to cancel the plan for the time being.
Old John and Karl hadn’t seen each other in years and had a lot to catch up on. After the meal, they continued to sit by the fireplace, playing cards and chatting casually. Everly and Misha, being young, had no patience for these old stories. Luckily, Karl’s children—brother and sister—invited the two girls to go play in the snow. Everly and Misha politely accepted and went outside with the kids to build a snowman in front of Karl’s house.