Laura lay in bed for about half an hour, her stomach grumbling and tightening from hunger as she waited for Logan's return with her meal. Each minute that passed felt like an eternity as she stared at the ceiling, her thoughts swirling with the events of the evening.
For some reason, she'd kept imagining being reunited with her son, counting on Logan's men to find him. She liked Logan, but 'loving him' was stretching it when she wasn't even sure whether he loved her or the image of his lost mate.
She was well aware of what the castle staff said about her. They all seemed to assume she was human since witches were a rarity; hence, they shunned and ignored her most of the time. She'd hear questioning whispers wondering why their 'king-to-be' would want to taint his bloodline instead of ta
