Rylee wasn’t sure she’d even make it through the glass factory alive. As she saw the challenge ahead, she wondered whether this was a good idea. Was it really worth finding out the truth about Cole’s family home?
Of course, it was. She had to know, otherwise, this would eat away at her forever. How could she ever live happily ever after with Cole so long as that doubt hung over her? She had to be sure there wasn’t anything wrong with their home or how Cole’s grandparents had gotten it.
Sirens blared above Rylee as she took her first step forward. Red lights flashed throughout the factory. The tour guide must have noticed her enter the factory and turned on the security system. As if this wouldn’t be hard enough, it had just gotten so much harder.
Sure, this might have been a business for glass repair and manufacturing, but right now Rylee was feeling glass despair. It was time to cast aside her fears, though, and find her courage. That was the only way she would get through this.
From the left and right, dozens of small turrets appeared, the walls sliding aside to reveal them. She hoped that glass balustrades close to Melbourne weren’t in high demand today, because Rylee was about to cause some almighty destruction.
As the turrets fired, Rylee sprinted forward, taking cover behind a beautiful stair balustrade made of glass. It shattered behind her, and Rylee kept moving, weaving between manufacturing equipment and glass panels.
She cast a glance back, watching as the glass burst into beautiful shards, a vicious rain crashing into the equipment behind her. It was almost sort of beautiful. If not for the fact that she’d be torn to shreds if she stopped moving, she might have taken a moment longer to admire it.
Rylee charged forward, determined to cross the glass factory and learn what she could from Jon Saleson the Twenty-Sixth.