12. Fated mate

My night is clouded with dreams of Zane and I am convinced that I am not alone in this, I felt his presence in my room probably in the middle of the night. His peonies fragrance had hit my nose but I was too sleepy to open my eyes. Now that I am awake, a refreshing sensation hits me.

I stretch my body while Eleanor prepares my bath, she applies the same oil to my skin. I'm beginning to wonder how she was so sure that the oil would work, how was she even able to come up with such sentiment?

Is this some sort of a love potion, because the last thing on my mind is attracting the wrong person?

“This oil won't turn into a huge problem if another guy gets attracted to it, right?” I ask her, just to clear my doubt.

Eleanor chuckles but shakes her head, “This is not a witch's potion or a fairytale oil, Luna Cora. Let's just say my mother was once a powerful herbalist and I learned some recipes from her.”

I nod in understanding, but there is something in Eleanor’s demeanor that makes me think