Logan rushed deeper into the forest, in a direction opposite from that which Laura was heading. If he was still in Wrymorg, there would have been people to cage him on the night of a full moon.
The worst possible place he could be was out in the open—just like today.
The enchantments he'd gotten from Cassandra that reinforced the cuffs he used on himself had run out and he was too proud to request more after breaking her heart again.
He knew of her feelings for him, in fact, he'd always known.
His sense of smell had become more honed after the war, after the Rothschild curse. The first time he'd laid eyes upon her after the death of Angela, he could sense her emotions.
Joy, sadness, lust. The more she stared at him the quicker her feelings changed. It was all jumbled together. She wa
