"I...am a witch, Leo." She smiled apologetically at him.
Leonardo was silent for a few seconds, then he sighed and lifted a hand to massage his nape. “I see.”
“What?” She promptly turned to face him, brows knitting together. “You don’t seem even the least bit surprised.”
He grinned and moved to wrap an arm around her waist, “I’m not as oblivious as you think, little lamb.” He stroked her hair, “Your blood is too delectable to simply be human. My father did mention that witch blood was the tastiest.”
“But…I just found out myself.” She shook her head, unsure of whether it would have been better to be a human. That way, she’d have a normal life. “I—“
“Shhh…” Leo placed his index finger against her soft, plump lips. “I don’t care for the details. Witch or not, you’re still mine.”
Logan c
