Logan had let Laura get acquainted with Elara while he took a stroll around the courtyard. The sun was setting, casting its golden rays over the cobblestone path and warming the fountain to a pleasant temperature. He sat on one of the benches there, both hands clasped under his chin, one foot tapping restlessly against the ground as he leaned down to stare blankly at the fountain.
He felt restless as so many thoughts plagued his mind. From the questionable sight in Gracefeel's coffin to Nicholas's disappearance. It was quite strange.
'Where exactly is the young lad?' his brows creased together. 'He should have been back already.' Even after asking around, there were hardly any talks of the dragon prince’s capture. A few had seen him enter the forest while being chased by a group of wolf
