“The hunting lodge is just ahead,” I said finally, motioning toward the cluster of ancient stone buildings that stood among the trees. “Have you eaten yet today?”
Her quick head shake was answer enough. A flicker of fatigue in her step confirmed that the ongoing bond dissolution was taking a toll.
“We could prepare something simple together,” I offered. “Traditional hunting fare—venison and herb broth. Nothing elaborate, but it handles hunger well enough.”
She barely hesitated before nodding. “That sounds nice. Thank you.”
Logan’s steady hum in the back of my mind signaled his approval. He desired far more closeness than I could grant him, but the dignity of waiting—of managing my instincts until the time was right—was something he understood.
Logan wouldn’t push her. Neither wou
