They both turned to see Luna, his mother, standing right there at the edge of the garden. Her notion was to snatch her hands away from him.
Zayn let go of her hand as she stormed away, acknowledging Natalie on the way, as she stormed off into the darkness.
Natalie couldn't believe the event that just unfolded before her very eyes, she had her suspicion.
The attitude. The cologne. The beautiful Witch freaking out and of course this.
This was more than enough reason to suspect that something was indeed going on, while she bore no personal hatred for the likable lady, she felt her son should know better.
“My room now!” She ordered before turning.
Zayn ran their hands through his hair, more out of relief than any other emotion.
It could have easily been anyone and not his mother walking
